6 comments/ 49020 views/ 20 favorites Summer Boy Ch. 01 By: TrueNorth1969 "Out Adam!" Lynn pointed her finger sternly to the other side of the reception desk. Adam sat on the top of the desk belonging to Cassie, a young, very buxom, brunette receptionist. The girl didn't seem to mind much judging by her wide, sparkling grin. He offered an innocent glance towards his supervisor. "Now!" Lynn insisted, "Stop hanging around reception like some bored monkey, already. You're on morning pool duty in 5 minutes!" Adam slipped off the desk and snapped to attention on his feet. Flashing perfect rows of smiling white teeth he said, "Mais oui, mon capitan!" Cassie giggled and he finally pulled himself away. The lanky, sharp-faced young man with the scrunched-teased sandy hair casually made his way past Lynn as she stood by the reception desk's gate. He stopped and smiled downward towards the shorter woman. "I've got the trunks on underneath my shorts," he remarked through a playful, angled curl on his lips. He always liked to sweeten his words with his curling French accent when he was like this. "I'm good to go, Lynn." Lynn put her hand on her chest and chided, "Well, that really puts me at ease. Thank you, Adam. Now, do me a favour and get your butt to the pool." The young man arched his sharp brow and chuckled, "Seeya, Cass!" He winked at Lynn and scooted down the corridor towards the pool. Lynn sighed, exasperated. She steeled her dark brown eyes towards the young receptionist. Cassie was already cringing. The supervisor had been on a warpath for the last few weeks and the perky girl with the round cheeks --round everything-- had caught a lot of her flak. "You know that no one's supposed to hang around back here behind the desk," Lynn said in a low, slowly seething voice. Cassie chewed her lower lip and nodded, sinking into her chair. "So what was that?" Cassie's big doe-eyes pinched as she cowered helplessly. "Um...He just stopped by when you...uh...he was just here for a second," she offered, noticeably flustered. "Adam isn't supposed to be...," Lynn caught herself, realizing the harsh tone in her voice. The girl in front of her looked like a rabbit that was preparing to be flayed alive. Calmed slightly, she started again, "Cassie, no one except you should be working behind this desk, alright?" Cassie nodded again. The phone rang and she quickly, earnestly, answered, "Hello, Valleyview Recreation and Aquatic Centre. Cassie, speaking. May I help you?" The receptionist smiled anxiously towards the supervisor and then turned away as she talked on the phone. Lynn sighed as she walked away. "I 'ave got deh trunks on underneat' mah shorts," she fumed derisively, feigning a brutal French accent. Smirking to herself, she added, "God knows what else he's packing underneath his shorts." She stumbled for a moment, tripped up by the double entendre of her flippant thoughts. Lord, she was tired, just so tired. Summer at the recreation centre was not her favourite time of year. She wanted to be outside not stuck working in the center all day. It was constantly busy and the patrons were more demanding as if their lives would end if they couldn't have access to the squash court. To fill the increased demand and hours, the centre offered more shifts to the part-time junior staff, which in turn meant more antics from Adam. This summer in particular was not going well at all for the staff supervisor. In fact, it started off as a disaster and steadily rolled down the hill from there. Lynn had pinned so many of her seasonal plans on her budding relationship with Dominic. A new boyfriend in the spring had quickened her step and made the already fun and energetic woman just that much more of a pleasure to work with. She always had a smile on her softly curved, fair-skinned face and a natural lightness in her voice. Able to deflect any stress or adversity with a simple laugh and a focused mind, everyone found her to be easily approachable. So it was a jarring contrast when her mood suddenly took a turn just before the summer peak-period started. She was agitated and aggravated. Every word she spoke had an edge to it. Now a month into the season and everyone knew to take a wide berth when she was around, everyone except Adam. The young man seemed to relish standing on the tracks waiting for Lynn to railroad him. It was either a death-wish or a fetish. With all her other headaches, the last thing she wanted to deal with was the young Cassanova...or at least he fancied himself that...and most of the girls his age seemed to believe that...along with some of the older women on staff. Lynn shook her head and scolded herself. This wasn't just about Adam. He was a symptom of her lousy summer, not the reason for it. Apart from supervising his work, he was of no concern in her life. ********* "You're in charge of the pool staff," Lynn groaned, "Can't you do something about them?" Olivia tapped something into her keyboard then swiveled in her chair as the two staff supervisors sat at their desks alone in the centre's office. "You mean Adam?" she asked. Annoyed, Lynn sniffed, "No...not just Adam. I said them." Her friend and co-worker smiled and folded her arms. "Alright. Who else, then?" Lynn was hunched over her desk. She scribbled some gibberish onto her schedules and then tossed her pencil down. Leaning back in her seat, she dragged her hands down her face. "Okay! Adam!" she moaned, "He's getting on my nerves!" Olivia chuckled. "He's always hanging around doing nothing but flirting with any young thing with breasts and a tweety-pie giggle. He moves like he's going for a stroll on a beach. He smells of smoke. Those stupid baggy cargo shorts of his...I swear it could be below freezing outside and I'd still be forced to look at his hairy white legs," Lynn bemoaned barely stopping for a breath. Olivia continued to laugh. "You forgot about his hair." "He must run a vacuum cleaner through it in the morning! Oh! Oh! And that crazy way he arches his eyebrow. What the hell?" "It's like it's going to detach and fly off into space," Olivia fed her friend's annoyance, "And all those men's magazines he reads?" Lynn closed her eyes and shook her head. "No wonder he's over-sexed. Worse, he's misguided reading that garbage. I mean how many times can they rewrite the same article about how to pick up and seduce women?" Swiveling side-to-side in her chair, Olivia looked upwards and sighed, "Ah, it does seem to be working for him, though." "Pfft!" Lynn fluttered her lips dismissively, "Only with immature school girls who are just as over-sexed as he is." "It must be that passionate French blood of his." Pouting her lip for a second as she thought, Olivia finally said, "He is really cute though." Lynn said nothing. She just picked up her pencil and tapped the eraser end on the desk. "I mean, he has the looks," Olivia mused, "Tall, blue eyes, spiky light brown hair, V-shaped build...even the little bit of scruff on his face suits him. He doesn't look nearly his age." "He looks like an escapee from a Disney Channel show," Lynn muttered. "Well, if you ask me..." Lynn raised her finger aside and interjected, "I'm not asking you..." "Quiet...if you ask me, that's not necessarily a bad way to be described. He's got Disney looks, naughty boy attitude, Euro-stlye charm, and he's also surprisingly bright. That's a pretty intriguing combination don't you think?" "Uh-huh. It just means he's still a boy who's growing up and doesn't know what he wants to be." "No, not a boy any longer," Olivia corrected with a coy grin, "And he's at his sexual peak." "Ugh," Lynn replied and repeated, "He still has a lot of growing up to do." "Well, a man your age didn't get you really far with Dominic, did it?" her friend chided, "Adam's harmless. He's playful, likes to have fun. Kind of like you...when you're not so --I'm sorry-- bitchy." "Olivia," Lynn sighed, "I run into Adam everyday. He's cute, I'll give you that. Sort of like High School Musical guy's evil twin Francophone brother. I'll admit it, it actually makes me laugh on the inside when he does that goofy leer of his. And there's something about him that prevents me from just wanting to kill him when he acts like an idiot." "He's actually a pretty smart kid," Olivia interjected, "And disarmingly charming sometimes." "I won't deny that. Sometimes he's quite fun to hang out with and to even talk to," Lynn continued, "But then he just undercuts himself by overdoing it. All I see is his over-confident grin and over-stimulated, hormonally excited swagger. Other than what he can pass off as seduction or romance or sex positions from what he's learned from magazines or tv or the internet, what can he possibly offer to a girl over the age of 16? I just wish he would grow up. He could be so much better than that." Olivia leaned back in her chair, folded her arms and smirked at her. Lynn didn't like that look. "What?" she asked suspiciously. Olivia shook her head and said, "Lynn, it sounds to me like you've actually thought a lot about this guy." "He's not a guy...he's a kid," Lynn retorted, "Why would I be concerned with him?" "You know, I can see that you two do seem to get along really well a lot of the time." "I figured I'd mix it up with the times I'm usually chewing him out," Lynn smirked. Olivia continued, "You have lunch with him, talk with him..." "It's more like scolding him." "It sounds a bit like that familiar story of the woman thinking she can turn the rebellious, wild-man into a teddy bear," Olivia said. "Wow. You're positively delusional," Lynn scoffed. Her co-worker eyed her even more so now. "I also would say that we're not talking about a meaningful relationship thing with Adam. I know I'm not." Now it was Lynn's turn to eye Olivia. "Yes, I've been aching to try out this whole cougar-revolution going on," Lynn droned sarcastically. She quickly reversed course and snapped, "Oh my God, you've got to be kidding me! I can't believe you would think...!" "Oh come on! You need to update your dictionary. We're sure as hell not old enough to be cougars --though personally, I would count as a MILF, if I do say so myself- and we're not doing anything bad, anyway," Olivia went on as Lynn rolled her eyes, "It's just fantasizing. The guy is cute and hot. It's just fun to imagine. Nothing wrong with that. My mother still does it and she's 60. She would be a cougar. You and I just hit 30. We're within acceptable range." "Acceptable range for what? Here's an update: You're supposed to be a married woman with a child," Lynn looked down and shook her head, not believing what she was hearing. "You're insane." A naughty thought entered Olivia's head. She leaned forward, the intent of twisting Lynn's screws even tighter smeared all over her grinning face. She said, "But you're not married, are you? And I think it's pretty obvious that young Adam has been entertaining his own 'hormonally excited' fantasies of a certain unattached, pretty supervisor." Lynn's eyes widened in shock along with her mouth. She looked up at Olivia, her mouth still gaping open but nothing escaping it except for a meager squeak. "Oh don't give me that look," Olivia waved at her, "A handsome young guy thinking of you like that...kind of flattering, isn't it?" Lynn's eyes drifted as she thought. Olivia arched her brow and pointed at her. "Ah-hah!" she exclaimed, "I got you thinking, didn't I?" "This is totally inappropriate," Lynn said, shaking her head disapprovingly towards her colleague. "Yes," Olivia nodded, "Isn't it fun?" Lynn squinted at her and shook her head disapprovingly, "All this time, I had no idea I was working with such a perverted woman," she joked, "Wait until your daughter is old enough to understand how depraved her mother is!" "Besides, nothing is actually going to happen anyway, is it now?" Olivia smiled and shrugged, unapologetic, and turned back to her computer, leaving Lynn to slowly untwist her incredulous smirk. She breathed deeply and returned to her schedules on her desk. Out of the myriad of names scattered on the timetable, she suddenly, surprisingly, realized that her eyes were only pulling out one. She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh for God's sake," she muttered. "Hmm?" Olivia looked up from her desk. "Nothing," Lynn breathed without turning around. She redoubled her efforts to get her work done, rubbing her forehead as she tried to make sense of the schedules. She really was just now getting over her break-up with Dominic. Her mind was just clearing, the pain in her heart just easing. For the past little while she had been neglecting her work and had indeed probably been a bit bitchy around the rec centre. Now she could finally get some work done and move on with her life. Besides, Lynn had little interest in fantasizing about a jailbait teenager... "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!" a chorus of voices broke out in song in the adjoining staff lounge, interrupting Lynn's consternation. "Happy Birthday dear, Aaa-dammm!" "Oh, shit. You're kidding," Lynn thought, her eyes widening as her shoulders tensed. "Happy birthday to you-oou!" As the sound of clapping ensued, Lynn got up and walked to the doorway. When she looked, she saw a gathering of staff in the lounge, everyone circling a not surprisingly proud looking Adam. They feted him with hugs, handshakes, a couple of small gifts and ice cream cake, the candles shaped in the numbers '2' and '0' adorning the top of it. Adam raised his hands and bowed his head jokingly as he accepted their cheer and declared, "Thank you! Merci! Hey, please start referring to me as Monsieur Dupuis, if you don't mind. I'm not a kid anymore, you know! Au Revoir mon teens!" The group laughed. "Finally!" Cassie mocked, "I hate drinking alone! Worse, I hate drinking with younger men." "Among other things," he added. The two observing supervisors waited for it. There it was: his arched eyebrow. Olivia snickered. Cassie punched Adam playfully, but sharply, in the arm. Now it was Lynn's turn to roll her eyes. She continued to watch him derisively from the doorway as he sliced and served his birthday cake. "It's Adam's birthday," Olivia said to her from behind with a soft nudge to her back. "Uh, yeah. So I gathered." "Did you get him a gift?" "Very funny. Maybe I should get him some pants!" Lynn replied with a shake of her chin. She turned around to Olivia and added, "Can you believe he's 20 now?" "Yes, they grow up right before our eyes," Olivia mocked, "Out of those awkward teen years and now a full-fledged man. He's officially legal tender." Lynn glared at her, amazed by how low Olivia could stoop. She smirked and said, "Legal? Maybe. Tender? I don't think so! Adam's about as tender as my old running shoes!" Olivia started to chuckle but suddenly stopped herself. Lynn didn't notice. "It's like counting rings on a tree," Lynn went on excitedly, "He's about as old as the number of girls he's gone through!" Lynn blinked and frowned as she looked at Olivia. He co-worker's face was frozen in a state of guilty bemusement. Lynn finally realized she was actually looking over her shoulder, behind her. "What...?" Lynn said as she turned, "Oh...uh, Adam." The young man stood over her holding two saucers with cake. With a slight, crooked grin, he held out a slice to Olivia. "Thanks Adam," Olivia chirped, "And Happy Birthday!" "Merci," he nodded curtly. Then he turned to Lynn and offered her the other slice. Lynn met the gaze of his ocean blue eyes and quickly tilted her face down to look at the cake in his hands. She knew she was blushing but she couldn't let him see. "Uh, thanks," she said, taking the dish. Adam turned and started to head back to the table. Lynn looked up and said, "Oh, happy birthday." Adam turned to her and nodded. He was about to rejoin the group when he paused and smiled. He showed off his trademark arched eyebrow and said, "By the way, the legal age of consent in this country is 16." Both women tilted their heads, brows raised, as if they had spied a squirrel in a tree singing a tune. "But it's the thought that counts," he said, his eyes narrowed on Lynn. Olivia hadn't noticed it --it wasn't directed at her, after all-- but Lynn saw a sharpness in his smile. It was completely different from the harmless little flirtatious winks and playful grins he had thrown her before. There was a stiff, assured line on his lips. She wasn't sure what to make of it but, unexpectedly, it made her heart skip and she was sure that her cheeks were glowing an even deeper pink. Adam quietly turned and went back to the group in the lounge. They both watched him. Olivia smirked, "Well, that was embarrassing." She stuffed a bit of cake in her mouth and stood beside Lynn. "Don't worry," she said, poking the flushed woman in the cheek, "He probably thinks you're cute when you blush like that." Deflated, Lynn groaned softly and walked back into the office. She flipped the slice of cake into the garbage bin. ********** Three summers ago, the new junior staff of the Valleyview recreational centre were toured around the complex before the building opened for the season. Adam was with a group of three other trainees, all around 16 or 17-years old. They all had the same look about them, trying to appear all cool and detached as teenagers could be but actually nervous and anxious as hell. Adam looked out the windows as they passed through the hallways. He had a loping gait to his walk. He was excited. His hands, stuffed in the pockets of his shorts, were clenched. It was his first paying job, he loved sports, and, since he was attending an all-boys Catholic school during the rest of the year, he finally got to spend the day with girls his age. It was going to be a great gig working at a rec centre. "Adam," his supervisor, Olivia, called to him, "You're falling behind just a bit. Gotta keep up! Chop! Chop!" "Sorry!" He smiled and nodded. He jogged over, his hands still in his pockets. The only new female trainee in their group looked at him and grinned. He winked at the frizzy blonde girl. They continued their tour and came across the second group of new trainees. The small group of three was led by another staff supervisor. Adam tilted his head as he looked at her. Like Olivia, she was also Asian. She may have been a bit younger, fresher looking, but he couldn't guess her age. Anyone over 21 was old anyway. Other than age, though, the two supervisors were quite similar in appearance. They were the same height and slender body shape. Both had almond-shaped, dark eyes that were gently pinched at the outer ends. Olivia was more tanned and had some freckles but they both sported shoulder-length black hair with reddish highlights. Adam smirked. He was aware of how observant he had become of women, lately. "Hello, Lynn," Olivia greeted her fellow supervisor. "Hey," Lynn waved back. "Breaking in the new recruits? Sufficiently putting the fear of God into them?" "No, just the fear of us," Olivia replied with a grin. "Oh yes, that's good. Very good," Lynn narrowed her eyes, pointed at the other woman, and nodded. She scanned over all the trainees, "Fear the Valleyview Centre dragon ladies, people. Fear us!" There was a hesitant chuckle amongst the teens. Despite her mock threats, Lynn had a sweet, playful voice, Adam noted. "They're so cute when they're terrified," Lynn giggled. It was a surprisingly warm and gentle laugh. Her arms folded, she continued to look at Olivia's group and her eyes stopped on him. He felt a little restless and shuffled a bit on his feet. "Nice shorts," Lynn said to him, looking down and nodding with her lips pursed. "Looks like you're ready to retire on a beach in Florida." Summer Boy Ch. 01 The boy stood at the side of the dirt road under the blazing sun, and raised the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, baring his rippling abs. He couldn't believe he was stuck in this shithole. Fine, so he had misbehaved a few times this past school year. So fucking what? What did they expect when they held him back a year? He was eighteen and about to be a senior in high school, while his friends had all graduated. He only stayed in school at all because his mom threatened to kick him out of the house if he didn't finish, and as much as Beau (what the fuck had his mom been thinking with that name?) hated school, he wanted to get a fucking job even less. But he had agreed to stay in school, not to this. Not to spending his summer in the middle of fucking nowhere. But his mom had made it clear: either he spent the summer with his mother's sister in the country, where he would presumably stay out of trouble, or he was out of the house. If only he hadn't been caught fucking the neighbor girl last week... Beau cursed himself for being so stupid as he approached the door of his aunt's country house. It had been a long, hot bus ride. Beau wore a sleeveless t-shirt, cargo shorts, and flip-flops. The sun cooked, and his shirt was practically drenched with sweat during his walk from the bus terminal to the house. The entire walk had been along a dirt road, and his feet ached. He trudged up the steps of the porch and rang the doorbell. He had never met the ex-wife of his mother's deadbeat younger brother, and he was unsure of what to expect. A good-looking woman of about 35 answered the door. "Beau, I presume." She brushed her long, blonde hair to the side. "I'm Aunt Sarah." She smiled. Beau hadn't expected his aunt to be so pretty. He wondered why his uncle had left her. Beau knew that she wasn't related to him, yet was still taken aback by how... different from him she was. Her light blonde hair contrasted with his short, dark brown hair. She was small and slender; Beau was about 6'3", and built. He had no use for manual labor, but he didn't mind spending time in the gym, and that had left him with a ripped body he was proud of, and that had led to him getting laid on a regular basis. His mind wandered and he wondered if his aunt had any cougar friends -- or, if he was really lucky, their daughters - who might want to take his thick, ten-inch cock. He wasn't necessarily into older women, but he knew that some more experienced bitches went fucking crazy when presented with a young, hung stud. "Uh, yeah, I'm Beau. Nice to meet you, I guess." He stuck out his hand. "Oh, honey." His aunt shook her head. "I am so happy to have you here, and you are welcome as long as you like, but hell if I am touching your sweaty, smelly ass. You come on inside, get cleaned up, and then we'll have a proper introduction." Beau smiled, shrugged and walked inside. The house was nice and spacious. His aunt had lived there, alone, for years since his mother's brother left her, and it was immaculate and nicely decorated. So different from the cramped, cluttered mess Beau knew at home. He started to walk into the living room, hefting a large, heavy bag in each hand. "Now where the hell do you think you're going with those on?" Beau turned to see his Aunt looking disapprovingly at his flip-flops. "I have kept this house clean for seven years, and I will be damned if I let you track in that filth from the road. You take off your shoes when you enter my house, young man." Beau wasn't used to being spoken to in such a manner. "Uh... yeah sure, you're right." He returned to the door and slipped off his flip-flops, resting his bare feet on the carpet. "There." "Much better," his aunt said. "Beau, I'm not here to be a hard-ass. I know you've had a rough time. I know your mom can be a bitch and that school fucking sucks. I'm not here to keep you on a short leash. But your mom says you're a good kid deep down, and I think this time away will help you realize that." She put her hand on his bare, sweaty shoulder and smiled at him. "And you are fucking disgusting. Please get cleaned up." "Uh, yeah, sorry about that, it's hot..." "I know, dear. It's hot as shit outside. That ain't gonna change." Beau chuckled. "You know what else ain't gonna change? This place is boring as Hell, and there isn't any trouble to get up to. Now, I'm going to treat you like an adult. That means that what's your business is your business, but I won't abide misbehaving in my home, and I am not going to change my habits for you." "I understand." Beau was surprised to feel intimidated by the small woman standing in front of him. "I'm, uh... not trying to cause trouble here. I just don't wanna make my mom angry..." "I know you don't dear." His aunt again clasped his shoulder. "Fuck, okay, we gotta get you cleaned up. Now, this is gonna be kind of weird. I don't apologize, because this is my house and you're a guest in it." She wiped her hand on her jeans. "The house has no shower in it. It's outside." "Uh... outside? Wha-?" "Outside. Now, I'm not gonna lie to you. You'll get no privacy. It's just a tall spout with a stone platform to stand on, and nothing surrounding it. What I will tell you is that I shower out there every morning, and ain't nobody seen me once. You gotta remember, it's miles to the next house, and you won't be visible from the road." "Oh, uh... yeah, I mean, sure, whatever, I don't care as long as nobody can see me." Beau was caked in sweat and dirt, and would have showered in the middle of Times Square if necessary. "You just point me in the right direction. I promise I won't get in your way." "I'm glad we understand each other." His aunt smiled at him. "I think we're gonna get along just fine. I'll show you where to get cleaned up and fix you some food." "Yes, ma'am." Beau was feeling better about his situation for the time being. His aunt, however assertive, was much nicer and more accommodating than he anticipated, and his mind still swam with the possibilities of bedding some friends of hers down the line. If all he had to put up with for the time being was showering outside, he could deal with that. "Good. Come along, now. Don't bother putting your shoes back on. I got your towel right here, and you can get dressed and come to the kitchen when you finish. Now, you take this," she said, throwing the towel over Beau's shoulder, "go into that room over there and get undressed, come back here, and I'll take you to the shower. There's no real good place to put clothes outside so they don't get dirty, so you'll have to get undressed inside." Beau nodded and walked down the hallway in the direction his aunt indicated. He turned into the room that was to be his. It was small and plain, furnished with only a twin bed and a desk. He dropped his bags on the floor, and took the towel from his shoulder. It seemed small. Whatever. Beau peeled off his shirt, revealing his ripped, hairless chest and stomach. He could smell his own sweat as he removed the damp shirt; he rubbed his chest and abs and at that moment completely realized why his aunt had been reluctant to touch him. He tossed the shirt into a hamper that sat in the corner of the room. Beau next unbuttoned and unzipped his cargo shorts, which fell to his feet before he kicked them onto the bed. Clad now only in low-hanging boxers, Beau looked out the window. Nothing but fields to be seen for miles around. He sighed and dropped his boxers, letting his cock swing free. No two ways about it -- Beau was hung. Completely flaccid, as he was now, Beau's cock still hung at about 7 thick inches. He kicked his boxers into the hamper and grabbed the towel off the bed, wrapping it around his waist. He was right; it was small. He had to hold it closed, and it only hung down to his knees. His fault for relying on the furnishings of a small, slim woman, he figured. One hand holding the towel in place around his waist, Beau left the room and returned to the doorway to find his aunt. "There you are. Don't bother putting on your shoes; just more to keep track of. Now come here." She opened the door and headed outside. Beau followed. The sun momentarily blinded him as he stepped out into it again, his feet treading on the dirt leading up to the small porch. The sun felt good on his broad shoulders and exposed chest. He turned his face to the sky and almost held his arms outstretched to embrace the rays before he remembered that doing so would necessitate dropping the towel and leaving himself start naked. He walked from the dust onto and the dry grass as his aunt rounded the corner to the back of the house. It was true what she said; there was barely a house to be seen for miles. If Beau squinted, he could see one house far in the distance far down the road from his aunt's house, but it was barely a speck. "That's it over there." Sarah pointed toward a small, square stone platform in the middle of the backyard. On the side of the platform facing the house, out of the ground rose a tall pipe that curved into a pipe at the top. "Now, just turn the spigot and water'll come out. There's a hook on the side of the pipe where you can hang the towel. You take this," she extended her hand to hand him a bar of soap, "and try to make yourself more pleasant to be around. I'll fix us some lunch." She turned and started walking back toward the house. Beau approached the stone shower platform. He placed one foot on it first, confirming that it was, in fact, hot. One of his hands held the bar of soap, and the other held his towel closed. He surveyed his surroundings. No place to put the soap without it getting dirty. Fuck it. Beau whipped the towel off his body and hung it on the hook of the pipe. He immediately noticed the feeling of the warm sun on his bare ass. Beau turned the spigot and immediately got under the cold water, gasping as it hit his chest. Strange as it was to be naked outside in the middle of the day, Beau liked the feeling of the hot sun and cool water hitting his body at the same time. He closed his eyes and ran the bar of soap across his chest, down his abs, working up a lather and soaping his cock. "Hey, I forgot, you got any food allergies I should know about?" Sarah stood a few yards away from the boy. "Jesus! You scared the shit out of me," exclaimed Beau, as he quickly covered his cock and balls with both hands. "I'm naked here!" Sara laughed. "Honey, if you think that you and I are going to be sharing a house for three months and I'm never gonna see you naked -- especially with this setup -- then you're dreaming. Now, it doesn't bother me. I can assure you, you ain't got nothing I haven't seen before. Now stop standing there like a dumbass and answer my question." Bitch doesn't play around, thought Beau. He could respect that. He moved his hands to his sides, letting his dick swing free. Hell, maybe she'd even spread the word about his cock to her friends. "Nah, I'm good with anything." "All I needed to know. Make sure you clean that big 'ol thing all over," she said, pointing at his cock, chuckling at the way the boy involuntarily looked down at it. Sarah smiled and turned to walk away. Beau looked up and chuckled to himself. This chick was alright. He returned to the task of soaping up his hard body, closing his eyes as he hung his head and let the water run down his back, feeling how it slid down his lower back and off his ass. It felt good. Lacking shampoo, he ran some soap through his hair and shut his eyes tight. While rubbing his head, Beau heard footsteps in the grass approaching him from behind. "I said I don't have any allergies!" Beau chuckled to himself. "That's fine, boy. But I didn't ask." Beau was startled at the masculine voice that approached him from behind. He jumped and spun around, and wiping the soap from his eyes -- leaving his hands unable to cover his cock -- he squinted at the man who faced him. The man was older than Beau's aunt; he appeared to be in his late 30's or early 40's. Flecks of grey interrupted his light brown hair. The man was tall; taller even than Beau. He was also built. But the man's muscles were not like Beau's, the result of careful sculpting in the gym. Beau could tell from a glance that the man's physique was the result of years of hard, manual labor. The effect was highlighted by the man's attire: dark, worn jeans, dirty workboots, and a ratty t-shirt. He also wore a stern expression. "Who the hell are you," he asked of Beau, in a deep, gravely voice. "Uh, my name's Beau...," replied the boy, still a bit dazed, his hands near his face. Beau had no idea who the man was, or why he was there. In his confusion, he had forgotten about his nudity. He quickly remembered, and lowered his hands to cover his manhood. "Uh, Sarah's nephew..." "Hmph." The man shrugged. "Saw her a few weeks ago and she didn't mention that you'd be here. But alright. I was driving down the old service road out back," he gestured, his beefy arm bronzed from time in the sun, "and I saw someone using Sarah's shower that sure as hell wasn't here. Wanted to make sure she was okay. Boy, what the hell are you doing?" The man gestured to Beau's hands, which attempted to shield his dick. "Uh, just, you know, I'm naked, so..." "You're among men, boy. Act like it. Stand up straight for god's sake. Arms to your sides. What are you, nineteen? Twenty? Old enough to stand like a man." Beau cautiously removed his hands from his cock, letting it hang. He threw his shoulders back and stood tall, his hands at his sides. He wasn't sure who the hell this was, but something about the man's commanding voice communicated effectively that Beau didn't want to know what would happen if he disobeyed. "I'm eighteen." "Old enough to know the proper way to address your elders, boy. You will call me 'Sir.'" "Yes, sir." Who the fuck was this guy? He wasn't used to being called "boy." "Who are you? Uh, sir?" He felt ridiculous, standing naked in front of the man while the water continued to hammer his bare ass. "Henry." The man extended his hand. He suppressed a smile at the naked boy's hesitation in shaking it. These big dumb teenage boys were all the same: all big talk until they meet someone who won't take their shit. "I live a ways down the road. I'm a friend of Sarah's. What brings you to our town?" "I've, uh, had some problems at home. At school, too. Discipline? I guess you'd say. So, my mom, like, thought I should spend some time, uh... here. Sir." "Mm. Listen, boy," the man reached over and put his hand on Beau's jaw, pushing his head upward. He could feel the boy go tense, but he knew that even this one wouldn't be dumb enough to fight back. "I know your type. Big, dumb troublemaker, looking to fuck around without regard to anybody else. Your aunt is a good woman, and you cause her any grief you will answer to me. I make myself clear?" Beau's breath came in gasps. He was actually scared of what this man could do to him. The man's hand felt like steel on his jaw. He was acutely aware now of being naked and vulnerable. The thought of the man's hand on any of his more tender areas made him cringe. "Y-yes, sir. I don't want to cause Sarah any trouble, sir." "Mm." The man's stare bore into Beau's eyes. "See that you don't, boy." He withdrew his hand from the boy in a sharp motion. "Otherwise I'll hear about it." He put his hands on his hips and looked the boy up and down. "Now you finish cleaning yourself up, or quit wasting water." "Uh, I think I'm done, sir." Beau had been naked and stared at by too many people and he had just gotten there. He was looking forward to at least wrapping his towel around himself again. He turned and shut off the spigot. Realzing the man's eyes were still on him, he reached for his towel. "Now get your ass inside." The man landed a hard slap on Beau's sizeable ass. The force of the blow caused Beau to stumble off the platform and drop his towel in the dirt. "What the -- " He looked at the man in shock, his cock swinging from the activity. "You're not very coordinated, are you, boy?" The man let out a laugh. "I barely tapped you! We'll work on that. Now, don't put that filthy thing on," he gestured to the towel on the ground. "Just get your dumb ass inside, and tell your aunt I said hi." With that, Henry turned and began the walk back to his truck. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't done with the boy. Beau stood in the grass, naked, the sun beaming down on his body, a warm breeze caressing his balls, as he watched the man depart. He was dazed by the experience. Who did that guy think he was? What was this any of his business? Why had Beau let himself be manhandled like that? Still feeling the sting on his ass from the man's blow, Beau rubbed the area softly with his fingertips. He reached for the towel on the ground, but hesitated before touching it. He remembered the man's order. Beau spun and walked naked into his aunt's house. Summer Boy Ch. 01 Adam looked back, his face blank. The practically twin supervisors chuckled. "You're going to make him feel self-conscious," Olivia scolded Lynn jestingly. Adam suddenly straightened up. Through a sharp smile and a sharper angling up of his eyebrow he said, "Ça ne fait rien. It's cool. It's nice to be noticed. Get used to them, 'cause these shorts, they are not going anywhere." Her small lips still pursed, Lynn frowned slightly but nodded. "Well...good," she replied, "Good for you...ah..." "Adam," he replied, "Adam Dupuis." "Good for you Adam Dupuis. Ooh, Francophone. Quebecois?" "From Hull," he acknowledged. "'Ull'...I really like the accent," she said with her warm giggle. "Looks like you've got one to watch out for, Olivia." "Okay guys, tours are done," Olivia announced with a clap of her hands, "Go get things set up for the day. You have half an hour." The trainees turned away and dispersed. Adam immediately had his arm wrapped around the shoulders of the pretty blonde trainee. "This is gonna be fun," he said. As he walked away, he could feel the eyes of the two supervisors on his back and his name whispered between them. He didn't mind at all. As the months went by, he did what he could to encourage that reaction. Three years later, it was a skill he had mastered. ********** Adam pulled himself up from the pool. After clearing the public out for the indoor pool's brief afternoon closure, he always liked to do a few laps before going on break. He toweled off at poolside, but only his hair. He enjoyed letting the water dry off his skin naturally. "Can't believe you can swim like that after all that ice cream cake," Trevor, his coworker at the pool, remarked. He sat by the wall along with two other community centre staff, Juan and Marek. "Got some excess energy to burn," Adam replied. "Not gonna save some of that for your partying tonight, birthday boy?" Juan said and nudged Marek seated beside him. The buzz-cut redhead Trevor winked. "Yeah, don't want to disappoint Cassie. She's eager to celebrate with you, that's for sure." "Cassie?" Marek asked anxiously. Leaning over and adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses he said, "I thought it was Irina?" "Hell, I thought it was Joy," Juan added. Adam smirked and looked down, shaking his head. "I've no idea what you guys are talking about." The group was thumbing through one of Adam's men's lifestyle magazines, guffawing at some of the raunchier, racier articles and making lewd remarks about the pictures of the digitally enhanced models. Adam leaned back against the wall then slid down, joining them seated on the floor. "You guys learn anything yet?" "Yeah, don't clean your weapon with an electric toothbrush," Trevor remarked bluntly. The four young men snickered. "Yeah, that's good advice for only $9.99," Adam sighed. "'In Praise of the Older Woman'," Juan read the title of a magazine article, frowning, "You know, I'm not really into this whole mature women deal." Adam reached across and pulled the magazine out of his co-worker's hands. "They aren't talking about making out with your grandmother, Juan," he joked with a slight sneer on his upper lip. Trevor hung his head between his knees, "Man, don't even joke about shit like that!" "It's all relative to age, isn't it?" Adam stated, "I mean guys like us wouldn't want to screw your grandmother but maybe someone around 50 years old would." "My grandmother's 75," Marek mumbled. "Maybe someone who's 60 will do your grandma, then." "So what's your 'expiry date' when it comes to a woman?" Juan asked. "What's that joke about women and Christmas trees?" Trevor interjected, "Nobody wants'em around after the 25th?" As his coworkers laughed, Adam waved his hand dismissively. "How about this: A woman who would still looks hot in a school girl kilt but would never think of wearing one at her age?" His cohort all tilted their heads and looked upward quietly as they thought about it. "Someone who let's you know that you're not with some air-headed cheerleader but with a woman," Adam continued, accentuating his words with his fingers grasping inwardly, "All the parts are there. The body's still as sexy as ever. Not old enough to be your mother but just definitely more mature, experienced." Marek spoke up, "Ah...anyone at the centre like that?" "Lynn," Juan immediately replied. "Lynn. Fuckin'-A," Trevor concurred, "I would so hit that!" Marek nodded, "Uh, yeah. Glad I'm not the only one." "Make that sweet-ass China doll bitch scream! That's what I'm talking about! Mm-hmm!" Trevor growled with his fists clenched as he continued on his one man race to be the most obnoxious of the crew. Adjusting his glasses and, after eyeing the manic-eyed Trevor warily, Marek turned to Adam and asked, "What about you?" Adam remained silent, staring out straight ahead, a pensive gaze on his face. "Juan and Marek!" A stern female voice echoed throughout the complex. Lynn stood across the pool from the young men, her hands on her hips, "You're not on break!" The younger two staff members scrambled to their feet and quickly made their way towards her. "No running around the pool, guys," Adam remarked, still seated. Trevor chuckled. From the other side of the pool Adam could see Lynn glare at him. "You were supposed to clean up the equipment in the gym!" Lynn berated Juan and Marek. "Sorry! We thought the class was still going on!" Marek piped in, his voice pitching higher. "It ended 10 minutes ago," the supervisor quipped, "That means all the stuff in the gym should have been put away 9 minutes ago." "But..." "Go!" Lynn snapped, "Now before I get my baseball bat!" Without another word, Juan and Marek tucked tail and shuffled quickly from the pool area. Lynn stood at the pool and lowered her forehead to her palm. Her sigh drifted across to the other side. Leaning over to Adam, Trevor whispered from the side of his mouth, "She really is fucking hot. Crap, now I can't get that thought out of my head. Wish I could fuckin' do her in the showers right now, man." "Ça ne se fera pas," Adam remarked with a low, detached voice. "What?" Trevor asked. "Nothing," Adam said, patting him on the shoulder, "Aim high, guy." As his coworker snickered to himself, Adam stood up, keeping his eyes on the slender supervisor standing at the other end of the pool. He saw her look up towards him and for a moment he stood still, letting her get an eyeful of his lean body. She continued to watch him as he pulled on his T-shirt. Adam nodded then walked out the side exit of the building, knowing her eyes were still on him as he left. ************ "She's not even that old," Adam mumbled to himself as he crouched down against the outside brick wall of the complex, tanning himself under the bright sun. He cast his blue eyes across the parking lot, long lost in thought as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it in his lips. Opening up the magazine again, he thought of Lynn, saw her smooth, heart-shaped face and sweet-yet-sexy smile in his mind, and grinned. He didn't even notice when a pair of smooth legs came up and beside him. "Adam." He turned his head and raised it slowly, starting at the person's feet and moving up her legs and body until they settled on her face. Lynn looked down at him, arms crossed, eyeing him suspiciously.. "Salut. Beaut of a day, eh?" he greeted her. He shaded his eyes with his hand. Lynn looked up, squinting from the glare of the sun shining through a shimmering haze. She turned back to the young man and said, "Uh-huh. Are you supposed to be out here?" Adam smiled and held up the "peace" sign with two fingers. "I'm on lunch," he said. She nodded. "Okay," she grumbled, "Sorry to bother you." Adam winked and waved off her apology. "Just doing your job, boss." "Could you at least put on your T-shirt?" she added, looking away toward nothing in particular. He chuckled and then put on the staff shirt. For whatever reason, his flirtatious response and easy-going smile actually seemed to relax Lynn a bit. She definitely had been having a tense morning. She sighed, and could almost see a black cloud of air slip through her lips. She dropped her hands to her hips and chided, "That looks like a really nutritious meal. Poutine just doesn't cut it?" Adam looked at his cigarette then back up at the supervisor. "Helps keep the calories off," he replied, "Gotta watch my figure." Lynn leaned forward. "You, mon ami, don't have to watch your figure," she said, "Myself on the other hand..." "Don't have to watch your figure, either," Adam slipped in. He always had a ticklish rasp to his boyish voice, possibly a combination of the smoking and his accent. The woman threw him a sceptical grin. "Oh, 'don' I?" she chuckled. "Leave the watching to someone who can appreciate it," he added. Lynn paused, her fine brows frowning slightly, only the dark circles of her pupils seeping through the edges of her narrowed eyes. A cautious thought germinated in her mind. Adam could sense the hesitancy in the woman. "You want one?" he asked offering a cigarette. Lynn blinked and, after a noticeable pause, shook her head. "No thanks." "Ah, that's right," he nodded, "Health freak." "No. No not really. I mean I try," she said, leaning back against the brick wall, "I used to smoke...a pack a week." "Yeah?" "Used to do a lot of things which weren't so good for me," Lynn continued as she looked ahead. There was a slight grin on her face as she sifted through her memories. She sighed, rolling her eyes, and giggled quietly then looked down at Adam. "It was when I was still very young and very stupid." Adam grinned and nodded appreciatively. He already knew that Lynn had a bit of a mischievous side. He experienced it first hand. A couple of years ago, she nearly side-swiped him and cut him off at 20 km over the neighbourhood speed limit during his driving lesson. She even turned her head to wave back at him. She was always teasing him about his clothes and hair as well. "Now I'm just old and stupid," she said, looking away again. The young man shrugged. "Older, not old," he corrected. "Thank you, Adam," Lynn replied politely. There was a pause then she added, "Uh...excuse me. What about being stupid?" He shrugged again and chuckled, "Not gonna argue." Despite herself, Lynn laughed and poked Adam playfully on the side of his head. He barely flinched. "Hey, you know, nothing wrong with being stupid," Adam remarked, "Stupid can be fun. Stupid can be exciting. Stupid can be naughty and sexy." "'Naughty and sexy'? Oh, give me a break!" Lynn scoffed. She slid down the wall and sat beside him. Snatching the magazine from his hands, she asked, "Did you learn that stuff from this?" "Yup," Adam said, exaggerating a nod, "That and how to keep my hair well-groomed." Lynn frowned at him, her mouth at a crooked angle. "Pfft. You've been suckered, buddy." "Eh. C'est possible," Adam offered, unfazed, and took another drag of his cigarette as the woman flipped through the pages of the magazine. "Do you really need this to teach you how to get a girl's attention?" "I've graduated from pulling on pony-tails," he shrugged, "Need new material." "I think you're doing pretty well on your own talents," Lynn said, half-sarcastically as she continued to examine the magazine. Then her face suddenly froze, her eyes widening slightly and her small lips ajar in a crooked grin. "Oh wow," she breathed, "'A Position-A-Month'?" "Good article," Adam said, giving her the thumbs up. Lynn tilted her head as she looked at the article, her expression shifting from shocked to quizzical. She caught herself thinking just how effective some of the 'techniques' actually were. "Don't tell me they don't talk about stuff like that in those chick mags," Adam scoffed. "Yes. Yes, you're so right," she replied. She continued to read the article intently then added, "It's just that the pictures aren't as...uh...graphic as these. Also, they're not written as if it sounds like you could be servicing your car. I mean, come on...'Welding her chassis?'. Yuck!" "Guess it's geared towards hip young studs," Adam grinned, "Like me." "I'm also quite amazed with how many ways you can refer to male and female genitalia," Lynn remarked as she continued to flip through the magazine. After a pause, she raised her brow and asked Adam with a saucy tone, "So, do you have a name for...yours?" Somehow, the way she asked the question, playful yet provocative, left the young man speechless for once. Lynn bit her lower lip. A second removed from speaking, she suddenly realized the question was more than a bit inappropriate. She stared blankly at the open magazine, unable to look at the young man, unsure of how to move past the moment of awkward silence. He recovered quickly, however, and flashed her a very wry grin as he bounced his eyebrows up and down. "I just refer to it as Fred." Adam's boyishly coy response was enough to break the tension. Lynn rolled her eyes and laughed. "Here, 'stud'," she said and slapped the magazine dismissively against the young man's chest, "Obviously that magazine isn't geared towards people like me. I couldn't even begin to relate to the sexpot bombshell on the cover." "You have more style and class," Adam said. "Good answer!" Lynn replied, smiling. "Style and class don't sell too many men's magazines." Adam shrugged. "I'd buy it if you were on the cover." "Why thank-you, Adam...a kind of creepy thought, but I'll take it." He grinned and bounced his eyebrows up and down adding, "I'd immediately flip to your pictorial to see if they got you into a leather thong and bra!" Lynn rolled her eyes. "There you go again..." "Then I'd read what your likes or dislikes are in the bedroom," Adam continued. "Stop...right there!" Lynn insisted, lowering her head and holding a finger up in front of his face. "Just kidding, Lynn." "You'd better be." She breathed a noticeably loud sigh. "Not having a good day?" Adam asked. "No. Not 'aving' a good day," she said mimicking his accent, "Not having a good month! Not having a good year!" "Work?" "Partly because of work," Lynn said, "I feel like I've been managing puppies in a pet shop...but nowhere as cute and cuddly." Adam angled a smile and spoke through the corner of his lips, "Some of us are cute and cuddly, no?" Lynn rolled her eyes. She looked away and said, "Sometimes cute, maybe. Definitely not cuddly." "I can live with that," he replied. After a moment, he added, "You okay? Want to talk about it?" Lynn heard his voice and frowned. He sounded remarkably sincere. She was sure that if she turned and looked at Adam he would have been sporting some sort of goofy expression on his face, so she didn't bother. "It's ok," she answered, "I'm good." "Seriously, my advice can be just insightful as Oprah's," Adam said, "And I'm not some fat megalomaniac bitch." "You know, you're much easier to talk to when you're not being an obnoxious punk," Lynn sighed. Adam suddenly looked remorseful. "The thing is, Adam, you sometimes just push things too far. You're obviously smart and you're funny and charming as it is," Lynn scolded as she stared out into the parking lot, "If you weren't always playing such an ass you'd be really...." She caught herself as she looked at him. He was looking back at her with a disarmingly solemn expression. Adam blinked and frowned as he looked away. "Sorry. C'est vrai. You're right." Lynn watched him for a moment and nodded her chin slightly. She may have been unexpectedly harsh with her words. Also, she didn't quite know what she was about to say if she hadn't stopped herself. She let it go. Adam reached into his shorts pocket. "Sure you don't want a cigarette? How about a maple candy?" Lynn looked at his hand as he held out a couple of small, leaf shaped, beige candies to her. "I shouldn't," she winced. "Oh, yeah, you should." "Fine," she sighed taking a piece, "You're always carrying around these things. Don't suppose you have anything stiffer in your pockets?" Adam's brows angled sharply. "Not at the moment, but that can quickly change," he sputtered into a laugh. "Oh for God's...totally inappropriate!" Lynn rolled her eyes and groaned, exasperated, "I meant a bottle of rum or something!" "That would be a little harder to come by," he replied, composing himself. Lynn shook her head, but looked away to hide her own grin. The two sat there for a minute, soaking in the sun, re-energizing for the afternoon. It always struck Lynn how odd it was that she always seemed at ease when she was alone with Adam. During work, he was a constant source of frustration, often the epitome of it for her. He was the mischievous gnat who had to be swatted away from buzzing around the other staff. His cockiness as he hovered around others, especially the females, was an annoying act to witness as a supervisor. Yet, talking like this --hanging around together like this-- that act seemed to give way to a natural, cool confidence -- a little edgy, a little charming...undeniably attractive. And as long as no one else was around to see, what was the harm in hanging around an attractive young man? Adam flicked away his cigarette and pulled out his cell-phone. "Planning out your evening, birthday boy?" Lynn asked, eyeing his phone. Adam shrugged. "Not going to do anything special tonight?" Lynn mused, pouting her lips in mock sympathy, "It's your 20th. Not going to whoop it up with friends or one from your harem?" Adam muttered something under breath and grinned. "What?" Lynn frowned. His brow arched high as his grin sharpened. He turned and gave her a very deliberate and lingering look with his cool green eyes. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head very slowly. Adam's look caught Lynn off guard. There was transparency in the look, but she didn't want to see through it. Even as she felt her own eyes linked to his, she leaned away slightly as the young man's gaze push-pulled at her. She remained unblinking for a moment as Adam returned to clicking away on his cell phone. Trying to think of something to say, she finally remarked aimlessly, "I can't believe you're 20." "And you're 30," Adam said, still thumbing buttons, "So what?" Lynn finally blinked. "How did you know I was 30?" Adam shrugged and side-stepped the question. "Wasn't your birthday at the beginning of the summer?" he asked. "I don't remember you making a big deal about that. No ice cream cake in the staff lounge for you." The woman looked down and away. "No," she said quietly, her thoughts trailing, "I didn't want to make a big deal about it." "Don't worry," Adam sighed nonchalantly, "You absolutely don't look 30." Lynn chuckled at the off-the-cuff compliment. "Oh yeah? What does a 30 year old look like?" He tilted his head to look at her. "Not like you," he replied. Lynn matched his gaze in silence, not quite able to smile and laugh off his remark. She looked away. Damn this kid. So far during their short conversation, the young man had been pulling her up and down emotionally like a yo-yo, allowing her to relax before snapping her back to a wilting anxiety with seemingly calculated remarks and glances. It always seemed to go that way whenever they talked. She realized that they had talked often during the two years that she knew Adam. For a person she claimed she could never be able to relate to, she had actually spent an awful lot of time chatting with him as compared to everyone else at the centre. A lot of their talks could have actually been considered a breech of professional conduct if she were to be honest. She couldn't help herself. Summer Boy Ch. 01 He could see the air seep out of her as she lost herself in thought. After a moment, he scrolled through the menu of his phone and then clicked on something. A tinny audio track started to play through the tiny speaker. Lynn frowned. Sensing something familiar about the sound she leaned over and asked, "What is that?" The two of them looked at the little screen of the cell-phone while a video-clip played. There was a lot of muffled laughter, unintelligible talking, and other audio garbage, and the poor resolution video jostled about wildly with frenetic action. Lynn had to listen carefully and squint. She leaned up against Adam's shoulder to gain the best viewing vantage on the glossy screen. After a moment, her mouth stretched into a wide-open, delighted smile. "Oh my God! Is that from last year's Staff Challenge day?" she asked. Adam nodded. "My hair was longer then. Didn't like it," Lynn said, pulling one side of her currently shoulder-length dark strands around her ear. "This was the final event, wasn't it?" Adam nodded again "Yeah, it's the tug-of-war. That's when we kicked the supervisors' asses," he joked. "Hey! Not nice," Lynn scowled playfully, "Half our team was made up of women. You guys loaded up your side." There was some shouting and more laughter coming from the video-clip as one-by-one, the supervisors were dragged into a pool of water and mud. Two hoses sprayed them down mercilessly. Lynn winced at the memory but couldn't help but laugh. She pointed at the screen and said, "We actually held our own for a pretty long time. See? There, I'm the last one, still pulling, hanging on for dear life!" Adam grinned crookedly then said, "But then..." Suddenly, Adam appeared on the screen and came up behind Lynn. He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up. The supervisor screeched and everyone else laughed as he carried her into the spray of the hose. She continued to yell and struggle in Adam's clutches as she was doused relentlessly with water. "That was you?" Lynn's smile softened as she watched the video. "You couldn't tell?" Adam cocked his head. "Wait. You didn't know that it was me?" She shook her head, "My eyes were closed because of the water spraying in my face and I was laughing so hard, I couldn't hear or see who had picked me up like that." Adam sort of expected Lynn to blow up on him as she realized only now who had done that to her. Yet, instead, she continued to watch intently as the video showed him dumping her unceremoniously into the mud-pool with everyone around them breaking into hysterics. Lynn cocked her head slightly as she watched. The water had been so cold. The memory of someone holding her from behind in a solid clutch was still a fresh one. It had been Adam. A year later, the young man was even bigger than he was in the video, stronger. Adam's own broad grin eased slightly as he looked at Lynn, a shifting, subtle frown on her face as she watched the video. He couldn't tell what she was thinking. His own memory of the event came to mind. She had been lighter than he expected, so easy to lift, but he noticed her slender and soft-skinned form beneath her shirt, the smell of her hair, the hysterical yet easy laughter of her voice. He had actually held her as long as he could before it seemed too obvious to the others watching that he was enjoying holding her a little too much. "Sorry 'bout that," he said with a genuine contrite tone that seemed to surprise them both. Lynn simply shook her head and offered him a tight, closed lip smile. "No, it's okay," she said, as she took the phone from him, "It was all in fun. It's actually kind of hilarious." Adam's cocky grin returned. "Yeah, you know Lynn, you look pretty good covered in mud," he joked, "Have you ever thought of doing some bikini mud wrestling?" "No, I 'aven't'!" She clicked her tongue dismissively and eyed him. "Sick perverted puppy. Still such a boy," she said. She looked at the phone again and added, "I can't believe you saved this." "It's always good to have something on your boss. Don't know when you'll need to cash in with a little blackmail, eh?" Adam said, nudging her shoulder. "Yeah well, forget that, little boy," Lynn remarked as she began to thumb the phone's buttons, "How do you delete stuff on this?" "Hey! No way! Give that back!" Adam quickly reached for his phone. The woman tried to keep it away from him but he snatched it from her hands. "Adam!" Lynn laughed, "You have to delete that! It's humiliating!" "No kidding!" the young man goaded with a goofball, wild-eyed glance, "Why the hell do you think I want to keep it?" "Come on!" Lynn pleaded, a pained smile on her face, "I'm serious! Give it up!" Adam leaned to his side and held his phone away with his arm outstretched as Lynn tried to grab it. She reached across him grasping for the phone. She pushed and poked him and they both laughed as Adam continued with his game of keep away. "Adam!" Lynn chuckled, her eyes creasing to fine, upward curved lines as she smiled. "I'm not kidding!" "How much do you want it? How much do you want it, huh?" he teased, making goldfish kissing motions with his lips. "You're such a brat!" she scolded through her laughter. She leaned harder against him and he slipped to his side onto the ground with her falling against him. They both lay there for a moment laughing, Lynn still pawing for the phone. Finally, she gasped and inhaled deeply, catching her breath and composing herself. She opened her eyes, focused, and immediately looked into the crystalline green eyes of Adam, just a few inches away. The grin on his lips, the narrowing of his eyes and angle of his brow reminded her of the look he gave her during the birthday party. She could smell the chlorine from the pool on his skin, could feel the ruggedness of a young, lean body beneath his clothes. She gasped again and quickly pulled herself off of him. She shifted slightly in her seat putting obvious distance between her and Adam. He sat up, still keeping his eyes on her even though she was turned slightly away from him. He could see her breathing deeply as she adjusted her shirt and fixed her hair. "Adam," Lynn said softly, her face still turned away, "Can you delete that? Please?" He smirked and chuckled, "Yeah, right. I'm not touching..." "I want you to delete it." "Uh-uh." "Adam!" she snapped. She stood up and over him. As she looked down, there was nothing but a serious mask on her face. She demanded, "I'm telling you to delete that -- NOW!" His grin softened as he looked up towards her for a long moment. With a curt nod, he sucked in his lips, and keyed something into his phone. Then he held it up to her, proving that the file had been erased. Lynn breathed out deeply. "Your break is over in 15 minutes," she said flatly, "Make sure you gargle or brush your teeth. Your breath smells of smoke. And stop distracting the other staff." The supervisor turned on her heels and strode away. Adam watched her go from his seated position. "Sorry for being a distraction, Lynn," he called out, his grin returning. Lynn didn't stop walking. When she disappeared around a corner, Adam returned to staring across the parking lot. He couldn't stop smiling. ********** "You want to call Dominic?" Olivia asked thru a partially winded breath, "Why all of a sudden?" "I don't know," Lynn replied, wiping a bit of sweat over her brow, "Just...I don't know. I don't know what I'm thinking anymore." Olivia shrugged as they turned a corner around the track. Every Wednesday night right after their shifts ended, the two women would finish their day with 40 laps around the field outside of the community centre. For Lynn, it was a relatively average distance. It gave them a chance to unwind and often to vent about the day. It was cooler in the evening, but not much. Even after just lap 10, the warm summer air had them both sweating freely. "I don't think that's such a great idea," Olivia said, "I thought you were just letting go now. What good reason do you have to call him? Just to yell at him more? Not that he doesn't deserve it." Lynn repeated, "I don't know. Just to talk. We never talked after..." Olivia picked up on Lynn's train of thought, "After he broke up with you." "Yes. After he broke up with me. Thank-you. Your bluntness is so refreshing," Lynn said, smirking. Olivia shook her head. "I think you just feel like you have no other option at the moment. There will be other guys, Lynn -- better ones. You're not racing any sort of clock if that's what you're worried about. You're just screwed up a bit because of turning 30." Again with the age thing. Lynn had always told herself that, leading up to her 30th birthday, she would simply plough through that supposed milestone just as exuberant and positive as she had ever been. Physically, she was in better shape and more energetic than when she was a teenager or in college. Mentally, she was more than ready to take on a new decade in her life. She was always an easy-going, come-what-may type. If she was with someone, fine. If she wasn't, all the better. It was always easy to say that until she actually found herself in a relationship. Then Dominic dumped her and every brick that she had put up to strengthen her resolve came crumbling down. She was convinced it was more the way Dominic had broken up with her, the specific events of that night. It left her questioning a lot of things about herself. Lynn frowned as she thought about it even more. That wasn't entirely it, either. There was also something more immediate that was troubling her. Ever since the time she had spent with Adam earlier that day, she had been feeling anxious. Like trying to place a finger on a moving spot of light, it was impossible to sort out exactly why she was feeling that way. Adam was irrelevant to her. So why was she thinking about him, still? She desperately wanted to cleanse her head of those muddled thoughts. "Yeah, I guess it doesn't really make sense to call him," she agreed, but she had known that to be case even before she had blurted out the ridiculous idea. When she really thought about it, Dominic was the most recent guy she had allowed herself to get close to, to be intimate with. It had all come crashing down so quickly, but after a break up, it was always hard for her to imagine becoming so excited again. After a few more laps, they rounded another turn. They passed near the parking lot and saw a group of staff getting into a couple of cars, including Cassie's red hatchback and Trevor's jeep. "I guess they're all going out to celebrate Adam's birthday?" Olivia mused. Lynn scanned the group, but as they rounded another quarter turn and ran away from the parking lot, she hadn't actually been able to catch a glimpse of the birthday boy. "Probably," she smirked, "I hope they don't get too hammered tonight. They'd better show up tomorrow." She hated to admit it to herself, but she was relieved to know that Adam had left. Everything about their conversation at noon was awkward to think about now. The way she had behaved around him --talking to him so casually, playing keep away with him with the phone, then suddenly snapping on him about deleting the video -- it was totally improper conduct as a supervisor. It was just totally improper, period. She needed to put distance between the young man and herself. "Boundaries," she said aloud. "What?" Olivia asked. Lynn blinked realizing her thoughts were coming out in the open. "Nothing," she said with an anxious smile. She quickened her pace around the track. A little while later, the women strolled slowly back to the parking lot, wiping themselves down with towels. "Want to join me for a swim?" Lynn asked. Olivia stopped at her car and shook her head. "Not tonight. Sorry," Olivia replied, "I told Alex I wouldn't be out too late and that I'd tuck Gigi into bed. Maybe if I go home all sweaty and smelly like this, he'll let me buy some new workout clothes." "You're always planning ahead," Lynn snickered, squinting at the other woman, "Your poor husband doesn't know what a conniving woman he has living with him." Olivia laughed and said good-night. Lynn stood and watched, waving as her friend backed out then drove out of the parking lot. She then made her way to the back entrance of the community centre. One of the unofficial perks of being a supervisor was to have a key to the complex and secluded access to the facilities, namely the pool. Pappi, the elderly night custodian, didn't mind it at all whenever Lynn dropped in after hours. He always seemed to welcome the company and flirted harmlessly with her. She unlocked the door and stepped in, quickly making her way to the alarm panel and punching in the all clear code. "Safe," she breathed, always nervous about the alarm going off. "Hey." Lynn gasped and whirled around at the sound of the voice behind her. She felt the blood drain from her startled face as she jumped back against the wall. "Oh shit!" she blurted, "I...uh...Ah...Adam?" The young man stood before her with his hands in his shorts pockets and a bemused look on his face. Tilting her head and knitting her brow, Lynn shook the shock from her head and said, "Don't do that!" Adam chuckled and shrugged. "Sorry," he said, "I heard someone come in through the back door so I came to check it out." "What the hell are you..." Lynn spat then abruptly caught herself, trying to gather her words and thoughts, "Why are you still here?" "Well, as long as it doesn't get Paps into any trouble," Adam replied, "When he came in, he was telling me he needed to go somewhere tonight but couldn't get the time off, so I told him that I'd cover. You know, just get some stuff cleaned up for the old guy." "Oh." Lynn knew that this wasn't normally acceptable, but she really liked Pappi, and would never want to put the sweetheart of a man through any trouble. Besides, she wasn't exactly allowed to be sneaking in and using the facilities, either. "What are you doing here?" Adam asked. Lynn winced slightly. It was as if he was reading her mind. "Sometimes..." she began to say. Pausing to sigh, she finally continued, "Sometimes I come in for an after hours swim in the pool." He nodded. "Cool," he said. "Wait," Lynn called to him as she followed behind, "Aside from helping out Pappi, why are you here? I thought you'd be going out with your friends tonight for your birthday." He smirked and joked, "No one ever arrives early to their own party." "Oh, of course. Silly me." "Besides, Paps said he'd pay me his wages for the night. I could use the cash." "Let me guess," Lynn retorted, "Booze, cigarettes, and women?" "Naw, got all those, already," he replied, scratching the back of his head, "Gotta save up for next semester." "Well, that's very grown up of you," Lynn remarked. She didn't know why she was being so sarcastic. Adam turned away and headed out of the office. Lynn frowned as she thought. She should have just turned around, forgot about swimming that night, and left. Instead, she shrugged and said, "Well, I'm just going for a quick swim then I'm heading home. I think you should leave then, as well." "Yeah, sure. Whatever," he answered, "I'll just go empty out the waste bins." Adam turned a corner. Lynn listened to his footsteps fade down the corridor. Hesitating for a moment, she made her way to the change rooms. Quickly peeling out of her damp running gear and slipping into her swimsuit, she walked out to the pool. As she entered the indoor pool area she immediately noticed Adam seated by the poolside, reading his magazine. "What are you doing?" she asked sternly. Adam looked up and pointed to a sign on the wall behind her head. Lynn turned to read the pool safety regulations. "No unattended swimming allowed," he said, "So I'm attending." Lynn grimaced. "That's not necessary." "Don't want to get into trouble with my supervisor," he replied. He said it with a poker-face which just served to wind up Lynn even more. "Adam...," Lynn sighed, pushing her fingers through her perspiration dampened hair. She really didn't have the energy for this and just wanted to get into the pool already. Adam chuckled, "Look, I'm just sitting here doing my job. I'm not going to do anything stupid." Lynn smirked, "Yes, we had a conversation about being stupeed earlier, didn't we? You didn't seem to be so adverse to it then." He sat back in the chair, casually folding his fingers together on his tummy. "Okay, so are you going to swim or not, then?" he cajoled, "I'm getting paid either way." She eyed him then finally dropped her towel. Adam watched as she stepped around to one end of the pool, discreetly adjusting the bottom of her swimsuit with her back to him. Then, without a word, she dove in and began to swim the length of the pool. She did 4 laps. When she made her final turn and came back, she saw Adam waiting, crouched down at the end of her swimming lane. She swam up to the edge and stopped. Clearing the water from her eyes and mouth and nose, she asked, "What is it?" "Your form is a bit loose," Adam offered as he looked down over her, "You're splashing around a lot. You should tighten up your arm strokes and set a rhythm for your breaths." "Oh should I? Thanks a lot for the advice 'Michael Phelps'," she replied sarcastically, "I just ran for over an hour before this, you know!" "Yeah, well, I guess you get slower as you get older," he teased. Lynn glared at him. She knew he was deliberately trying to crank her. "First the legs, then the eyesight," Adam continued, rolling his eyes around the ceiling, "Then the memory goes and your breasts sag to your belly-button. My God, how do you manage, Lynn?" "You...," Lynn growled then caught herself. More calmly she said, "How about you come in here and show me?" "Well, it is my job, n'est pas?" he said, grinning. "And I do my job so very well, don't you think?" There was a piercing gleam in Lynn's small, dark eyes. She reached up and grabbed his collar. He angled his brow. "Ah, so you finally want to get back at me for the dousing you got a year ago?" he said, "Try it." Lynn stared back at him. He was asking for it. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of doing so. It must have been obvious to him how precarious his position was, yet he didn't move. Crouching there on the edge, she could tell that he wanted her to pull him into the pool, just yank him in then dunk him. That realization troubled her if only because, if she were truthful to herself, it excited her so damn much. After a long moment, she released his collar. Slowly, silently, she waded back, away from the edge, away from Adam but always keeping her eyes on him. "So you know a lot about swimming," she said, shrugging, "I thought boys your age only had one thing on your mind." Adam rose to his feet and stood at the edge of the pool. "I think it's more like 99% of the time," he conceded, "We need the other 1% to maintain the basic daily functions and activities." "That's really deep," Lynn scoffed, "Did you also learn that from your magazines?" Adam pouted his lower lip and nodded thoughtfully. "Among other things...but then there are some things you can only learn first hand," he said, "Ce n'est pas à un vieux singe qu'on apprend à faire la grimace." "Yeah, that's way too much French for me to handle," Lynn conceded. "There is no substitute for experience," Adam said. Still treading water, Lynn thought about her next words carefully. Despite herself, she asked, "And you've had a lot of first hand...experience, have you?" He shrugged. "I don't know, maybe," he replied, "Still a young guy. Still lots I definitely want to try." Summer Boy Ch. 01 Lynn's heart noticeably began to beat faster. "How about you? Ever felt like experimenting a bit, Lynn?" Lynn's quietly drifted in the water. She could feel the awkward silence between them as he continued to stand at the edge of the pool, watching her, calm and cool as he always had been around her. Still she watched him silently as he pulled up the bottom of his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. As he kicked off his shoes, he undid the button of his shorts and dropped them to the floor around his ankles, leaving him only in his trunks. Without a word, his lean, sleek and muscular figure arched forward and slipped into the pool. He swam a large circle around her and then stopped a few feet away from her floating along in the water as easily as if he was rocking in a hammock. Lynn didn't know if she should object to him being in the pool with her. She really had no good reason to do so. She wasn't even sure if she wanted him to get out. The undeniably illicit thought that suddenly crossed her mind after that was more than enough to set off her alarms. Adam's blue eyes were cool and unmoving as he silently tread water before her. "Adam..." Lynn started to say. She paused, unsure of what she wanted to follow that up with. During that brief second, Adam slid under the water again and swam swiftly past her. Lynn turned to watch him as he swam the length of the pool, gliding in the water with sharp, cutting strokes. Despite the moment or how she felt, seeing him in his element reminded her of how much she admired someone who was so good at their craft. Adam was talented and powerfully graceful in the water, she couldn't deny that. She imagined what he would be like if he exerted even half that concentration and raw passion in other activities. Adam angled smoothly into a flip-turn and pushed off the wall, then made his return back past Lynn and to the other end of the pool. Still she continued to watch him as he pulled himself from the water. Her brows raised slightly when she caught a glimpse of the top of his pale butt cheeks and the crack between them, the water pulling down his trunks as he climbed out of the pool. She quickly looked away as he stood and turned. "Get any ideas while watching me?" Adam asked. Lynn turned, a startled look on her face. "Wh-what?" Adam ran his fingers through his wet hair and wiped down his face with his palms. He nodded and said, "While I was swimming. Saw how you can improve your technique?" She frowned, shaking her head. He was toying with her, innuendo weaving through each of his words. She was certain of it. Worse was the difficulty to restrain herself from giving him an impulsive response to his invitation. Instead, she turned and swam down to the other end of the pool. She climbed out and made her way to the change room with a quick-step, her wet feet slapping loudly on the tiles. "I'm done," she said, barely able to glance back at the young man, "I'm going to take a shower, then we can leave, alright?" She had to getaway. Now. She didn't hear Adam's reply as she slipped through the door, letting it close behind her as she headed straight for the showers. 15 Months Ago... "Where's Adam?" Lynn asked, looking around the centre's staff room. Several of the staff shrugged or shook their heads. "Haven't seen him," somebody replied. "He was supposed to be on shift 30 minutes ago and he's not answering his phone," Lynn said. Just then, the door swung open behind her and Adam stomped by her towards his locker. Lynn tilted her head. "So that's it. You just say his name and he magically appears," she said half-jokingly. Adam didn't respond. His back to her, he pushed open his locker and threw his belongings in with a loud clatter. The other staff stepped back a little as they watched him simmering. Lynn crossed her arms and smirked behind him as he slammed his locker shut. Adam stomped back towards the staff room exit. "Wait," Lynn sighed. He continued to march forward. Just as he was passing Lynn, though, she grabbed him by the arm. "I said wait," she repeated. He scowled at her, his eyebrows practically pinching together. "I'm late for my shift," he replied with a surly growl. "Yes...yes, you are," Lynn said looking up at him with an easy, frank expression, "And you're going to be a little bit more late. Nadia, go relieve whomever is waiting for Adam at the pool." Still holding onto his arm, she led Adam out the back door of the office. Once outside, Lynn stopped and looked around. Adam stared at her as she still clutched his arm. "What are we..." he started to say. "Shh. Come," she said, not looking at him. She dragged him down the walkway around the side of the building. He was about to try to ask his question again when he bumped into Lynn's back as she suddenly stopped. "There it is!" Lynn proclaimed, staring ahead and beaming a smile, "Isn't it a beauty?" Adam frowned. He glimpsed the old, beaten up, chipped-paint blue, electric grounds-keeping cart parked on the delivery driveway. It wasn't nearly as impressive as the look on the woman's face indicated. "What..." Adam was cut off even faster this time as Lynn yanked him by the arm. They marched towards the cart. "Have a seat, big guy," Lynn said, "I'll take the wheel. You ride shotgun." Adam stood there, a sour and confused look on his face, while Lynn slipped into the driver's seat. Holding the wheel, she looked at him and tilted her head, shaking it slightly. "I'm not asking you again," she said, a mix of tease and command in her voice. With a heavy sigh, Adam reluctantly climbed in beside her. She pushed the pedal to the floor just before his butt touched the seat. Lynn immediately took them off the road and onto the centre's field. The poor suspension in the utility vehicle made up for the reserved speed, accentuating every bump and making each turn rather precarious. Bracing himself with one hand beside him on his seat and the other holding onto the panel in front of him, Adam turned and glared at Lynn. Her mouth was spread open into a wide smile, her eyes narrowed with a sparkling glee. She managed to get the vehicle up to a decent enough speed to flutter her shoulder-length black hair. For several minutes, they careened wildly along the field, Lynn making sad attempts at "donuts", before heading off to the far end where the grass met up with a bordering ravine. Lynn pulled the vehicle around into the shade of a large weeping willow and stopped. Lynn breathed a long, joyful laugh. Clapping her hands, she giggled, "That rocked! I always wanted to try that!" His face still contorting like there was a blender twisting it from behind, Adam slouched down into his seat. Lynn looked at him and sighed, "Well, that was a waste on you, wasn't it? Alright, spill." Adam's face hanging low, his lower lip pouting outward, he stayed slumped in his chair looking at his hands silently. "Nicotine withdrawal? Dirty underwear? Your time of the month?" Lynn goaded, "What is it?" The surly young man turned away, mumbling something in French. Lynn said something back. Adam frowned and looked at her. "What?" "I just cursed you in Mandarin," she smirked back at him, narrowing her eyes and shrugging, She settled back into her seat, put her hands back behind her head, and kicked her legs up, stretching them over the dash of the little cart. "Hey, we can do this U.N. style if you want." Something about her deameanour...and the way her toned, bare legs were stretched out beside him...managed to soften his harsh, pouting glare somewhat. His surly attitude wasn't doing much in the way of breaking her down anyway. She just kept grinning at him. Adam shook his head, looking away. "You've been kind of sulky for the past couple of weeks," Lynn said thoughtfully, "Don't you just want to let out some steam?" Reluctantly, Adam reached into the pocket of his cargo shorts and pulled out a scrunched up sheet of paper. He held it out to her dismissively. Lynn took the piece of paper and looked at it for a moment. It was a letter in French but she felt she got the gist of it. "You were accepted into the University of Moncton?" she asked. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Adam nodded. "That's a good thing, isn't it?" "Yeah, but my parents won't let me go," he grumbled, "They're making me stay at U of T." "Why?" "They don't want me living outside of Toronto while I'm still a teenager," he said. "Ah. I get it." Lynn nodded and added, "So you think throwing a hissy fit is going to convince them that you're old enough to live away from home?" Adam frowned and grumbled, shaking his head. Lynn sighed and folded up the letter. "Look, Adam," she said, "I think your parents are just setting an arbitrary time based on what they see of you now. Who knows, if you keep throwing tantrums like this, they may not let you out of their sights until you're 50." Adam listened silently. She could tell he wasn't fuming as much now. "So you go to school in Toronto for a little while longer," Lynn continued, "You show them that mature side I see in you...sometimes. Maybe they let you go next year. Joking aside, they can't keep you at home for your entire life. Just...grow up a bit more first. Become that good man I can see in you." Adam raised his head. It was like an angry-mask had been lifted off of his face, all the scowling bluster expended. "Besides, if you stay in Toronto, you can continue working here. That's not so bad is it? You've got your friends and decent pay," she said with a playful voice. "Are you accepting that job at the Centennial Community Centre?" Adam suddenly asked as he looked toward her. Lynn leaned withdrew her legs from the dashboard and leaned to the side, away from him. "How did you know about that?" she said. "Are you?" For a moment, Lynn simply looked into his gazing blue eyes. He wanted an answer. "I...no," she finally said, "They...decided to go with someone else." Her lips folded in on themselves as she held her breath. She had actually been offered the position at the new centre but had turned it down. She didn't know why she felt compelled to lie to Adam about it. Maybe she was unsure of what to say to him if he asked her why she turned down the position. More troubling, she didn't know if he knew she was lying. Adam tilted his chin a little as he watched her. He simply nodded and looked out over in front of the cart once more. "Guess we're stuck with each other, then." he chuckled. Feeling a bit relieved, Lynn said, "Speaking for myself, I happen to think that's not such a bad thing. I can keep a closer eye on you." Adam muttered, "How close?" "Close. I like to torture myself." "Yeah?" Lynn rolled her eyes upward towards the overhanging branches of the willow and groaned, "Yes, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I like having you around. You're like a puppy chasing its tail forever, a little annoying, a little cute. Plus you know where to get the best maple syrup candies." "Mais oui. It's one of the many talents of us Quebecois." Adam replied, his playful, suave charm returning once more, "Just doing my best to please my master." She turned and offered him a long, contemplative gaze, her chin pressing against her raised shoulder. Pausing for a moment, she said, "That would be nice." After looking back at her, to see the sincerity in her pretty face and hear it in her gentle voice, Adam's trademark crooked grin and arched brow suddenly returned. Through his teeth he joked, "You just like keeping me here to order me around." Lynn nodded, a little twinkle in her dark brown eyes. She reached towards him and nonchalantly pulled away a leaf that had fallen in his hair and then brushed away his long, light brown bangs that had fallen over his eyes. She smiled and said, "You know me so well. Now, get your butt to the pool." Adam leaned back in his seat, draping his long arm around the back of Lynn's chair. "Maybe we can just take this puppy to Mexico," he joked. "Mmm...I just might do that," she said, "But you have work to do, so get out." "What, you're not going to take me back?" Taking the wheel again, she replied, "Thought I'd just go once more around the track." Adam heaved himself up from the chair. Standing beside the vehicle, he tossed her a limp salute. He back-skipped away from her, hands back in his pockets. "I like the way you say the word 'butt'," he said with a sharp grin, "And I like yours, too." "I know. It's nice isn't it?" Lynn quipped. As Adam walked down the field towards the centre, Lynn passed him in the cart. Without turning she called back to him, "I'm docking you 45 minutes from your pay." Adam had to chuckle as she pulled ahead, watching her with a refocused eye. ********* Adam went around in the silence of the centre's office emptying the wastebaskets. He paused each time he tipped one over into the collection bin, staring off into empty corners of the room. He thought about his conversation with Lynn at the pool a few minutes before. He had gotten to her, he could tell. The thing was, it had been just as difficult for him to remain calm during the exchange. His hands, which he had kept stuffed in his pockets while they talked, had been clenched tight from the tingling nerves coursing through his body. There was a fire in his belly and his heart had been pounding against his chest as he found his words through a jumble of excited thoughts rumbling in his head. He had been hoping that quick swim would have taken that edge of but it took everything he had to not to make a move on Lynn in the pool. It unnerved him, those thoughts, those feelings. He was so close. He didn't even recall when it had turned from a schoolboy crush to genuine infatuation. After two years of mild interest, building to genuine curiosity then illicit, explicit fantasizing, it was now a full-blown sense of desire which he could barely control. His youthful blood and drive surged within him, emboldened him. Even more enticing was the feeling that she was responding to him. She was resisting, but she was undeniably tempted. The thought was more intoxicating than any liquor or drug. It was a type of pressure that weighed on him heavier than school or family or friends. He remembered someone once tell him that when it came to handling pressure, you could either let it get to you or you could focus it, seize the moment, and let it spur you on to greater experiences. He froze, still holding a wastebasket, looking out through the office door, seeing in his mind's eye through walls of the building. A stern, dogged expression settled on his face as he tried to steady himself with deep breaths. For him, in the three years that he had known her, Lynn had gone from unthinkable, to attractive, to desirable, to unattainable, and now... So close. "C'est le moment ou jamais," he muttered determinedly. The wastebasket had barely stopped rattling on the floor as Adam made his way out the office door. ******** Lynn stretched her arms over her head and placed her palms flat against the wall tiles of the shower room. Head down, she leaned forward, stretching the tense, aching muscles in her shoulders and back and neck. The hot water sprayed all over her, massaging her, rolling down her skin in steady, streaming rivulets. Eyes closed, she breathed through her mouth trying to expel the toxins in both her body and mind. No matter what she did, she couldn't get her heart to find a steady beat or clear her head for just one rational thought. She shook her head slowly, biting on her lower lip. Despite consciously trying not to, she uttered his name, "Adam." She tried to convince herself that she was saying it spitefully or with frustration. She also tried to remember him as the precocious boy she had met two years ago, not that young man who was coming onto her with surprisingly calculated advances. "Dammit," she grumbled. She knew she had played her part in this. For whatever reason, she never set her foot down and curbed his flirtations completely. At first she just thought it was cute and harmless coming from the hormonally confused boy. However, even as she watched as the boy grew up, and she realized there was a real weight and deliberateness in his words and lingering glances towards her, she still didn't stop it. Truthfully, she probably fed it. For whatever reason, she always held a little more concern for Adam, gave him a little bit more attention. She used to tell herself it was because the guy needed it or else he would completely screw things up. Now she wasn't so sure. This could be major trouble for her at work. Feeling wretched, she smiled derisively to herself. "Yes...it's all about the job," she muttered sarcastically. Work was the least of her worries right now. Right now, there was very thin line on the ground that kept her and Adam from... A sudden thought flashed through her head. She looked up, wide-eyed, towards the change room. Staring at an empty entrance way to the showers, her mouth fluttered open and closed before she called out softly, cautiously, "A-Adam?" She counted 5 heartbeats then reached behind to turn off the shower. The water streamed to slow, steady droplets on the tile floor. It was quiet in the room. Lynn brushed the hair from her face and asked again, "Adam? Are you there?" Holding her breath, she heard nothing, saw no one. She felt the thumping in her chest slowly subside. Staring at the entrance way for nearly a minute longer, she finally shook her head and grimaced. She reached for her towel and wrapped it around her body. What made her think the he would come in there? Adam was bold and cocky...but he knew the limits of this flirtation. Right? Just when that thought wended its way through her mind, that's when she heard them: foot steps in the change room...heavy, steady foot steps. There was no attempt to mask them at all. Lynn froze, standing on the tile. With the shower turned off, the room was cooling quickly, the steam of the hot water clearing. The footsteps became louder and louder. Then, she blinked slowly once and when she opened her eyes, he was there, 12 feet away, filling the shower entry way. Adam, hands in his pockets, standing tall, chin downward, gazed at her with his unflinching blue eyes. There was the slightest hint of a fine lined smile on his lips. Lynn couldn't pull herself away from the look in his eyes. That was third time today he had given her that look. She finally knew what it implied, maybe she always knew. It was a look of intent -- forceful, explicit, lustful intent. There was absolutely nothing 'boyish' about Adam at the moment. The water continued to drip behind her, trickling down the drain, the only sounds echoing through the shower room, but Lynn could hear her heartbeat thumping erratically in her head. "Adam," she said clearing her throat, trying to calm herself, "You shouldn't be here." It was barely a kitten-slap rebuke, given the situation. Not nearly enough to keep the young man from starting to approach her slowly. The heels of his heavy hiking boots thumped on the tile floor, the sound rattling around the room, unnerving the woman even more. She stepped back and felt the tile wall press against her back. "You should go," she said, swallowing on nothing, still unable to muster any conviction in her voice. She knew she had an anxious expression on her face as he continued to approach her steadily. Adam's grin sharpened, became more evident the closer he came. The bold swagger, the cocky stare was all there, all channelled towards her. He stopped within a foot of her looming over Lynn. Summer Boy Ch. 01 Lynn kept her head low, only rolling her eyes upward to look at him. Her unsteady breaths dried her small lips and she rolled them inward trying to wet them. She could never have imagined such intensity and focus from Adam. "Adam, please leave," she said in earnest. "Every Wednesday night," Adam remarked thoughtfully. Lynn shook her head slowly, confused. "What?" "I've noticed you run and swim every Wednesday night," he said. He stood in front of her letting his words sink in like rain drops on fertile soil. "You..." A nervous chill coursed through the woman's body. He had been planning this, manoeuvred himself to this moment. She was at a total loss for words and almost without thinking, she stammered, "You...you'll be late for your birthday party." Adam cast a wickedly naughty smile at her. His youthful, impulsive blood allowed him one last brash, immature thought. Through sharp teeth he said, "I always treat myself to a gift." The young man moved his mouth towards her, pausing as Lynn flinched, the back of her head lightly tapping against the shower wall. She turned her face away slightly, clutching the towel close to her chest with one hand while the other pushed against Adam. "Don't," Lynn gasped softly. Adam squinted, a firm, crooked curl on his lips. A mental trigger went off in his mind. With a deliberate brush of his arm, he swept Lynn's hand away from his chest. Then in his next motion, he cupped his fingers around her chin and slowly but firmly turned her face towards his. Her dark, anxious eyes staring into his blue, determined gaze, Lynn said in a trembling whisper, "We can't do this." Adam had no patience for words any longer. Still holding her chin, he moved in, pressing his lip against hers. They stood motionless, silence surrounding them aside from the drip of water from the shower. As Adam tilted his head, molding his mouth over her lips, Lynn breathed unsteadily through her nose. Her eyes widened anxiously. The drops of water on her skin and in her hair cooled and dried and she trembled slightly. She felt his hand slide away from her chin and around the nape of her neck, the other around her waist, pulling her close, holding her steady. His mouth barely ever parted from hers, only the slightest break appearing between them whenever he adjusted his position before pressing in even more firmly. Everything Adam was doing, from holding her tightly, to kissing her relentlessly, kept Lynn from having a moment to think or to mount a protest. Whatever she tried to say was lost as muffled gasps of air into the young man's mouth. Her free hand pulled and pushed at him with increasingly feeble attempts. Lynn was quaking inside, all too aware of where this was leading. She knew Adam had every intention tonight to go far beyond just kissing. As if on queue to her thoughts, Adam's hand reached for the edge of her towel and tugged. Lynn clutched at it desperately to her body. He took a step back, momentarily breaking from the kiss, still holding onto the towel. Lynn shook her head slowly from side-to-side, her eyes pleading with him but unable to vocalize her thoughts. Adam looked at her, the confident grin of his telling her precisely what the results of her meagre attempts to slow this down would be. Again with a forcefulness that seemed to surprise them both, his strong hand jerked roughly at the towel, once pulling it out of Lynn's grasp, then again this time stripping it away from the woman's body with a snap and flourish. Lynn gasped audibly as the towel dropped to the wet floor. Backing up against the wall again, she glanced quickly down at her nude body now on full display for Adam. Her eyes then shifted nervously and aimlessly around the room momentarily before settling onto his gazing blue eyes. Adam took a long, deliberate look at her enticingly slender body and creamy skin. Her running had done wonders for her tone and form. Her softly curving and pert breasts glistened and shook and she was clean-shaven revealing an inviting dark line along her crotch. He didn't even try to conceal his appreciation or swelling desire for her. He reached down and pulled his t-shirt off quickly revealing a svelte, sharply cut, maple-tanned upper body that funnelled attractively into a lean torso. In a heartbeat he was on her again, pressing his mouth against her with rhythmic, closed-open motions of his lips. Lynn gasped and loosed sharp-pitched, trembling breaths every time their lips parted slightly, her own fearful desires spilling into the walls and corners of the shower. Adam's advances were so incessant, sweeping her away like an undertow. His tongue shot past her lips and flicked inside her mouth. She felt his smooth, muscular chest press warmly against hers as he pulled her in close. He pressed his torso against her. The fine lines of her brow suddenly arched upward in the middle, startled by what she felt nudging stiffly against her lower belly -- a hard, aroused shaft of muscle jutting out from beneath Adam's loose shorts. Adam moved his lips away from her mouth, kissing down along her chin and her neck. His technique was tantalizing...just the fact he had a technique amazed Lynn. As he moved his mouth along steadily, each time the tip of his tongue would slip out and barely skim the surface of her milky skin. That slightest tickle followed by his lips as they engaged in tender kisses and nips sent a delectable sensation racing through her. As her body began to tingle, Lynn closed her eyes, trying to think. "Adam," she breathed, pausing to gasp, "D-don't..." "Don't what?" he replied between his indulgences. He was down at her collarbone now. His French accented voice lingered over his words, "Don't do this? Kiss you like this? And like this? No?" He was playing with her, unable to stop grinning as he slid further down her luscious body. "Don't do this?" he asked before flicking his tongue against her stiff, hazel brown nipple. He breathed, "Tell me to stop Lynn. Just say stop." Lynn gasped again as she felt him wrap his mouth over her breast, sucking and licking lustfully. "No? You're not going to say stop?" he breathed. His tongue swirled around her nipple and he teased her with soft pinches of his teeth. He moved his lips and slick tongue over to the other one. Her trembling breasts were soon glistening with his cool saliva and tingling from his warm breaths. Her nipple popped out of his lips. "Do you like that, Lynn?" Lynn swallowed hard, moistening her lips. "Is that a yes?" he asked. She felt his hand on her waist caressing her soft skin along her hip bone as he continued to indulge in his passionate licks and kisses. It slowly slipped down her hips and then around to the back. His fingers clutched her smooth, firm butt. He inhaled the tender breast he had been sampling and sucked on it hard, lifting her back momentarily away from the shower wall. Lynn, braced her hands on his shoulders, her mouth rounding wide as a sharp gasp slipped past her lips. Lowering her back against the wall, Adam's hand swiftly curled back to the front and in between her thighs. Lynn swooned, her eyes rolling upward slightly as she felt his fingers circle and stroke the outer lips of her tender snatch. One finger slid firmly up and down the line of her opening sending a tantalizing flutter through her belly. "Uh-uhh," Lynn's voice trilled. Still caressing her with his fingers, Adam finally lifted his mouth from her breasts and looked up at Lynn. Her face was flushed pink, her mouth was hanging open as wisps of air rushed in and out, and her dark eyes were unfocused, dreamy. "Don't do this, Lynn? Hmm? That is what you're saying, n'est pas?" he said, always kissing her flesh in between his teasing words, "You want me to stop?" Oh God, she didn't know what she wanted anymore. What was happening right now, shouldn't have been happening, she knew that. Where they were headed was still unimaginable, impossible, to her despite how explicitly intimate they already were. She had to stop it, but her frenzied mind and pulsing heart didn't know if she wanted to stop it. She didn't even know if the raging impulses of Adam could be stopped. She gave her head a quick shake, side-to-side. Adam's eyes narrowed slightly, the shade of blue in them darkening. He dropped to his knees on the floor. He slid his hands up her thighs and around to the back of her firm bottom, pulling her pelvis forward as his face moved in. Lynn frowned and tightened her lips but gasped suddenly with the feel of a brash lick of Adam's tongue. With the first, slick touch of his tongue up along the line of her slit, her knees buckled. Adam's tight clutch on her butt held her steady as she braced her back against the wall. Her thighs trembled as he pressed his lips against her folds. She swallowed hard and loosed shuddering moans as she looked anxiously down upon Adam. She ran the fingers of one hand through her damp hair as it fell across her flushed face, the other gripped his shoulder. She wasn't certain if she was trying to push him back or just hold on as his tongue and lips and teeth teased and stroked her quivering petals. Adam continued to savour Lynn with his mouth as one of his hands slipped around from the back. Pressing with two fingers, he spread apart her slit revealing the warm pink inner flesh behind. Without hesitation, his tongue swiftly went to work with devilishly tantalizing swirls along her inner, soft flesh. "Ah-Adam! Ahh!" Lynn raised her head and her words and moans flew up towards the ceiling and echoed all around in the shower room. She swallowed and closed her eyes, furrowing her thin brow. "Oh my God," she groaned. Adam could feel her body trembling around his tongue. He plunged a finger into her and probed her deeply. She was warm, soft and moist inside. The sounds of her sweet voice moaning her incessant approval drove him on. He rubbed his lips gently on the hood of her clit before flicking his talented tongue against it. His face pressed up against her thigh, he breathed warm air against her inner flesh eliciting more aching sensations from deep within. Her mind couldn't make sense of it all. The riveting combination of youthful verve yet skillful, focused kisses and touches was something she could never have imagined coming from Adam. Yet her electrified body told her he was doing everything right. He was good...so very good. Lynn's legs started to buckle at the knees. As Adam's finger slipped into her faster and faster, as his tongue and lips feverishly pleasured her inside and out, she was unable to catch a breath. Her shuddering sighs and moans filled the room. The water from her shower dried on her skin and was replaced by a sheen of perspiration. "Huhn! Huhn!" Lynn's tummy curved and tightened, hitching as her whole body quaked and her thighs parted further. "Tell me, Lynn," Adam gasped between licks, his finger always thrusting into her, "Tell me you want me to stop." He sucked on her quivering clit. Adam was such a bastard. He knew her answer. Her body was telling him implicitly. Lynn grit her teeth, thumping her head against the shower wall, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a vocal reply. Yet, she couldn't restrain her pitchy gasps of pleasure. Quicker and quicker his finger thrust into the woman unabated, stopping only to rub and pinch her tender clit. His kisses along her outer flesh were hungrier and more demanding. He wasn't giving Lynn anytime to think, just encouraging her desires to seize control of her body. "Oh! Oh, fuck!" Lynn groaned. Squeezing her brows together, she dug her nails into his shoulder, her body tensing. Turning her head aside, burying her chin against her smooth shoulder, her mouth rounded wide as she groaned aloud, "Ah-AHN!" A splash of glistening, warm fluids spilled over Adam's hand as he continued to pump his finger into her. He pulled Lynn close, holding her up, as she came in a streaming rush chasing the surge with a deep, languid groan of ecstacy. Lynn's whole body succumbed. She couldn't feel her legs and her back started to slide down the wall with only Adam's confident hands holding her up. Her belly ached and she struggled to catch a steady breath. After a moment, Adam stood up, his hands still holding her at the waist. She wrapped her arms around his back and leaned heavily against Adam's bare chest, burying her face against his shoulder, shaking, regaining her breath. She could feel a trickle of dampness running down her inner thighs, evidence of the impossible situation she had put herself in just a moment ago. She tried not to think about what had just happened. She tried to hold off the thoughts of how wrong it was for as long as possible. She tried not to think of how good it had felt. Adam stepped back, holding Lynn with one hand and brushing away the strands of dark hair that had fallen across her flushed face with the other. Her dark eyes were glossy and a little weary looking but there was a lovely pink glow all around her cheeks and neck. He kissed her forehead softly. He steadied her face, his fingers at her chin, before kissing her again on the lips. She didn't resist. As he stepped back again, Lynn's eyes refocused. She looked long towards Adam. The brashness hadn't faded at all. The grin had sharpened, the eyes narrowed on her. She knew what that expression meant. "My turn, Ms.Xuan," Adam boldly declared, giving voice to Lynn's thoughts. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom labelled garishly with the words "Cherry Bomb". "Someone gave me a box of these for my birthday," he grinned holding the packet up to Lynn's face. The tellingly sharp angle of his lips as he looked down to open the packet sunk into Lynn's mind. This was going to happen. It really was going to happen. Unbelievably, Adam had mustered every bit of lust and desire in his youthful body, focused it and channelled it and now she was the prize for that effort. Even in her drained state she couldn't get past that knowing grin on his lips, lighting up his intent like a beacon, ready to claim his reward. The stark image of the two of them fucking right there on the wet shower floors was as bright and vivid as the sun in the blue sky. It was just as inviting as it was painfully blinding. "Adam," she said. He paused. "Stop." Adam's brow angled up sharply as he eyed her. The grin was still there. "I...I want you to stop," Lynn said firmly. She met his gaze, her own dark eyes unflinching. She swallowed, steadying her breaths further. "I'm telling you to stop." Adam's lips twisted to a crooked smile as he straightened to his full height and stepped back slightly. He squinted a little as he looked at her. "Yeah?" Lynn nodded. A tickle of uncertainty inched its way up her spine like a little ant. For a brief moment, as she glimpsed his steely cool stare, she thought for sure he would brush her insistence aside and just take her. She tried not to think of what would happen if he tried. She couldn't back down, though. Lynn pushed herself upright against the wall. Her head was turned slightly but she still levelled her eyes upon his like a matador staring down a bull. Save for a few trickles of water, the room was silent. Adam's smile softened but it didn't fade away completely. He had been breathing hard as well, but now his bare chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm. After a long, heady moment, he nodded once and bent down. When he stood up, he held his shirt in one hand and Lynn's towel in the other. Without saying anything he offered it to her. Lynn's lips folded into her mouth and she blinked and nodded as she accepted her towel back. Now for some reason, as she covered herself up gingerly in the cloth, she couldn't quite look at him. Part of her wanted to apologize, the other part of her would never forgive her if she did. Adam slipped on his shirt. He breathed deeply, pointed a thumb to the exit of the shower room and said, "I'm just going to finish up in the office and then head out to my party." Lynn just nodded again. As he made his way out, he paused and turned. He grinned and said, "You...wouldn't happen to want to come..." "Adam," Lynn closed her eyes and shook her head, "Please, just go already." He sighed and shrugged, then left. Lynn listened to the door to the change-room shut. A deep, shuddering breath of air flowed out her lungs, "Oh, Christ." She crouched down low to the floor, rubbing her temples with her palms. After a few minutes, she finally made her way into the changing area. There on the bench in front of her locker, she found a pack of cigarettes and a short note on top of them: "Thought you might need these. I took a few for myself. - A.D." Lynn shut her eyes again as she frowned. Her inner voice repeated the expletive she had uttered in the showers. To be continued... Summer Boy Ch. 02 Adam entered the club and made his way through the people to a back corner. His friends had commandeered an area, posting the same "Happy Birthday, Adam" banner from the community centre party on the wall. "About time you showed up!" Trevor announced over the pulsating music beats in the air with a stiff punch against Adam's shoulder. He held up a digital video camera and trained it on Adam from head-to-toe. "Took you long enough to change into this gay-loser clothing!" Adam fixed his shirt and slacks mockingly. "Takes a bit of time to look this good," he joked, "Told you I had to help out a bit after hours at the centre!" "Yeah, yeah, whatever!" Trevor said dismissively, "Just sucking up to the supervisors." Adam shrugged. "Well you know, anything to get in good with them, right?" "Don't you mean anything to get into Lynn?" Trevor bellowed over the music. He turned the camera on himself, "Ho! Booyah baby!" Adam looked calmly at his over-stimulated comrade. He wondered how much it would just wreck the crazed Trevor to know how close he had come to fulfilling his shower-room fantasy a little earlier that evening. Yet he felt no inclination to do so. He didn't have the slightest urge to brag to anyone about what happened. "Get into what?" Cassie asked as she snuck up from behind and rested her hands on Adam's shoulders. She propped herself on her toes, pressing her soft bosom against his arm as she planted a kiss on his cheek. Her lips left a glossy red mark on his skin. "Into your panties!" Trevor laughed. He zoomed the camera lens into her robust cleavage surging against her champagne party dress. Cassie rolled her eyes as she swatted away the camera. She swept back her soft brunette hair. "He's supposed to be older than us, isn't he?" she asked Adam. "C'est vrai. Some people develop more slowly than others," Adam said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a peck on the lips. He pointed to Trevor, "And some prove the theory of regression." "Hey! Hey! I'm fully developed where it counts, bub!" Trevor said, grabbing his crotch. The rest of the group swept around them and pulled them into their area of the club. The drinks were quickly passed into Adam's hands but he just as quickly and deftly managed to pawn most of them off to someone else. He just didn't feel like getting smashed this evening. Cassie, however, had no reservations about tossing back a few shots. While most of the group, including Cassie, went out onto the dance floor, Adam, Trevor, and Juan lingered in a booth. They gathered themselves around Trevor's digital video camera, watching the display screen. "That's not you, is it?" Adam asked, squinting as he watched the movie on the little screen. "No man," Trevor said, waving his hand, "Cousin's friend and a chick they met on campus." "Thank God. I wouldn't want to be caught looking at your pale dick," Juan snickered, "The girl's hot, though." The trio sat quietly, crooked grins on Juan and Trevor's faces. "They let you film that?" Juan asked. "Hell yeah," Trevor replied, "They told me to!" Adam shook his head and leaned back in his seat. "This isn't going to just stay in this camera. These people...they never heard of the internet thing?" Trevor laughed, "That's the idea, yo! My cousin wants to start streaming this stuff and make some shitload of coin." Adam grimaced and looked away. He was feeling more and more detached from the proceedings as the minutes ticked by. "The girl is really damn hot!" Juan repeated, leaning in a little closer. Adam shrugged. Trevor, glaring out the women dancing on the floor, snorted, "Meh. Seen better." Juan leaned in front of Trevor. "You mean Cassie?" he asked, "Do you think she would?" Adam winced. "I don't know. Maybe we can just drop this talk already, yeah? I don't like the way this conversation is going. I know I wouldn't want to be involved with any crap like this." "It's the girls that they'll pay for, stupid," Trevor prodded, "Cassie would be 'bank', no doubt. Mediterranean chicks are in demand. You know who else at the centre I'd pay major bills to see get her tight little ass screwed on camera?" Pausing for a moment to think, Adam frowned then said, "No way. Never. Don't go there." In unison, Trevor and Juan laughed, "Lynn!" Adam rubbed his palm against his forehead then dragged his fingers back through his hair, shaking his head side-to-side. He didn't feel like joining in his co-workers' revelry about Lynn. "Those Asian whore websites are just racking up the hits," Trevor grinned as he went on, "Lynn would be a hot item, you could be damn sure!" Adam shook his head, his annoyance clear by the harsh frown over his eyes. "Look. Can we just stop talking about Lynn for today, for fuck's sake?" "What about that bitch, Lynn?" Cassie asked, sneaking into the conversation again as she slid into the booth and leaned up against Adam. She looked hot and bothered, her face red and glowing from a light sheen of perspiration. A distinct scent of alcohol fluttered from her lips. Still chuckling, Trevor said, "Nothing...except we may be coming down with a little bit of 'Yellow Fever' in this booth!" "Are you for real? She's so old!" Cassie scoffed. "No she isn't!" Juan insisted, "Thirty ain't old and, whatever, the woman is still smokin' as hell!" "Amen, brother," Trevor chuckled. Juan and Trevor laughed. Adam continued to sit quietly, looking away, lips tight as he tried to remain calm. "She's always picking on me!" Cassie groused, "I just want to take her out already!" "Sounds like someone wants to get into a catfight!" Trevor goaded, "Bitch slap, baby!" "I'd pay to see that, too!" Juan laughed. "Think she's all that," Cassie continued to grumble as she clutched at Adam's arm, "She thinks she's so hot still. She's just old and bitchy!" "Well, Lynn still has it all going on. No doubt, Cassie," Trevor replied. Juan nodded. "Most definitely." Cassie turned her green eyes upon Adam, hoping for some show of support. Without looking at her, he said, "Pardon, Cass. Can you slide out? I have to go to the washroom." Slightly dejected, she stood up from the booth and let Adam get out. Pouting her red lips, she watched him as he headed down the corridor towards the washrooms. Trevor and Juan went back to looking at the viewscreen. Adam leaned over the counter in the men's washroom, staring into the mirror. He was actually felling a bit tired and felt more than a little reluctant to go back into the club and join his party. The chatter of his friends was wearing him down. After the exhilaration he had experienced earlier that evening back at the community centre, he was definitely having some difficulty mustering any comparable energy. He wondered what Lynn was thinking and feeling at this moment. Lynn. She had asked him to stop and he had done so with very little further insistence. The fact that his desire for her had been so overwhelming just before their encounter in the showers made it all the more surprising as he thought about it now. To have respected her decision simply felt like the right thing to do. He had always respected Lynn. Yet the chase, the seduction, had been just as thrilling. Her groans and her shuddering climax told him that he had satisfied her. He realized that was more than enough for him at the moment. For the moment. Adam's eyes narrowed in the reflection as his jaw stiffened. This wasn't over. It was still a long summer ahead. Adam emerged from the washroom, excited by his own resolve. Suddenly, he felt a soft, warm hand clutch at his wrist from behind. "Adam!" Cassie said, pulling at him. "Cass?" Adam answered, turning. The young woman stepped up close to him and, taking his chin with her fingers, planted her full, red lips onto his, delivering a soft, wet kiss. Adam stepped back, looking genuinely surprised, and breathed, "Well, happy birthday to me!" Cassie giggled. Her usually large, white smile was so accentuated, the edges of her lips seemed to touch her ears. Her round cheeks were red and sparkling. Taking his wrists with both hands, now, she shimmied backwards, never taking her big, twinkling eyes off of him as she pulled him down the corridor. She bullied them through a rear exit of the club out into the embrace of the hot summer evening. Adam said nothing but let her pull him through a back alley around the side of the building. Cassie paused only for a moment to glance around the area before again tugging him into an alcove along side the building next to the club. In the shadows of the dim doorway, she pressed Adam's back against the brick wall and leaned into him, holding him close, and wrapping her mouth around his hungrily. He could taste the alcohol on her moist lips and tongue. He supported her gently at her hips as she pressed her breasts seductively against his chest. Cassie backed away, grinning, and leaned against the wall on the other side of the alcove. She winked at Adam and said, "Got ya a little something for your birthday." She reached into her small purse. Adam remarked,"Ah, Cass. You didn't have to..." "Shh. Shh. Shh," Cassie hushed shaking her head, still rummaging through her purse, " And...voila!" The gold chain wrist-band glittered in her hand as she held it up proudly to Adam. The small, rectangular tag linked between the chain was engraved with an 'A' and a 'D' with a Fleurs-de-Lis symbol between the initials. Cassie bit her lower lip and giggled, obviously pleased with the gift. Adam blinked, unsure of how to react. "Uh...this is for me?" he asked, unable to muster much enthusiasm. Giddy from excitement and drink, Cassie barely noticed his rather dull reaction and proceeded to take his hand and attach the chain on his wrist. "Who do you think the initials stand for, dummy?" "You didn't have to get me something like this." "Just wanted to brand my man," Cassie giggled. She admired the chain for a moment then added, "I got something you could wear on your wrist so everyone can see it." Adam looked down at the gleaming gold chain. It was light but it made him very uneasy to wear it. "This looks expensive, Cass." Cassie sighed, flipped back her hair, and smiled. "I can afford it," she remarked through a sharp grin, "And you're worth it." Adam cocked his brow, gazing intently at her. He knew how she could 'afford' it, just like she could 'afford' that branded purse and likely most of the ensemble she was wearing. Over the years as the community centre's receptionist Cassie had been skimming from the till whenever someone paid their fees or for other items. It was a talent she felt she needed to share with Adam at one point, showing him in detail how she could deftly pocket a fair amount of cash. Though he wasn't actually the slightest bit interested, he didn't bother to confront her about it. Instead, he just made sure she never spent any money on him. Which made it quite difficult to for him to hold his tongue now. He shook his head and started to reach for the chain. "Don't take it off!" Cassie said, "It looks good on you!" "This is too nice," Adam replied, trying to be polite and unaffected, "I can't..." His words were cut off by a forceful kiss as Cassie devoured his lips in her mouth. It was a deliberate kiss one that declared, "We're moving on now." She pressed into him, pushing his back against the brick wall. Adam's thought were interrupted just as his words were by a flourish of her tongue and a stream of warm air from her mouth to his. Cassie pinched at his lower lip with her teeth as she pulled away from the kiss. She grinned at him sharply and said, "So, you gonna tell me what you wished for when you blew out your candles, M'sieu Dupuis?" She poked him playfully on his nose. Adam, trying to stay cool and keep up with the fiery young woman, tilted his head and said, "Can't do that. Won't come true, then." "Can I guess?" she asked as she undid the top buttons of his dress shirt. Before he could reply, Cassie was already making her way downward. She pushed apart his shirt and tickled his smooth chest with a smattering of quick kisses and licks, slipping in soft giggles every other breath. Adam, breathing hard, looked down, watching the young woman, caressing her fine brunette hair as she continued downward, offering him a lovely view of he deep, inviting cleavage. He listened as she deftly undid his belt buckle and pulled down his fly. All the while, he realized he was frowning, feeling the weight of his brows coming down over his eyes. Cassie pushed and tugged at his pants and his shorts beneath until his twitching shaft slipped out. Quickly she gathered him gently, yet firmly, in her hand. With a knowing smile on her lips, she looked upward and said, "Did I guess right?" Adam sucked his lips inward, keeping them shut in a tight line. He gazed down at Cassie, his hand at the side of her head but no longer stroking her hair. Either it was too dim in the covered doorway, or else Cassie was too giddy with her own anticipation, but she didn't notice the unusually troubled expression on Adam's face. Instead, she rounded her grinning mouth open and slipped her lips over him with a satisfying hum. Within a few moments, Adam was quickly reminded at how good Cassie was at this. As she drew his shaft deep inside her mouth and slicked his sensitive flesh with her tongue, she breathed rhythmically, loosing cooing moans and soft, wet gulps. She pumped her fist up and down along the exposed length of his shaft, her fingers following her lips, until his entire length was gleaming with her saliva. "I love your cock," Cassie purred, slipping him out of her mouth for a moment, "It's so long and hard and it makes me so hot to suck it like this. Mmmm!" She took him deep into her mouth again, his tip nudging her throat. Despite his distracted thoughts, Adam felt the burning sensation coursing through him each time Cassie's lips slipped up and down his stiffening shaft. He slid his rows of teeth across one another and inhaled deeply. He raised his head, pushing it against the brick wall, and closed his eyes. He felt his cock gliding into her damp, warm mouth relentlessly, and frowned. Adam realized it wasn't Cassie he was picturing with him there at the moment. "Cass," Adam said. There was a strain on his voice as he struggled with the urges making their way to the surface of his mind. Still, he opened his eyes and looked down and said again, "Cass." Cassie withdrew him from her mouth and looked up. Her face was flushed red and glowing from perspiration. Taking a few seconds to catch his breath, Adam started to say, "Cassie, I..." The young woman stood up and covered his mouth with her lips, cutting him off with a lustful kiss. As she continued to muffle him, she started to hike up the skirt of her party dress. "Wait. Cassie, just wait," Adam insisted, pushing her back at the shoulders. Cassie stepped back, blinking. "What? What is it?" she asked. Her frown deepened as she watch him quickly pull up his briefs and pants. Her face flushed red, she said, "What are you doing?" Adam, looking down as he buttoned his pants and tightened his belt, shook his head and replied, "It's ok. We don't have to do this here." Cassie continued to watch him with a stunned look plastered on her face. "You want to stop?" she asked, incredulous. Adam looked up and into her eyes. He saw a the possibility of a major scene erupting at any second. Quickly he explained, "Not here, Cass. Not in some shitty alley." Cassie pushed her long hair back over her forehead. As he buttoned his shirt she asked, "Should we go back to your place?" He shook his head. "Parents." "We could go to my car or maybe a hotel..." "No. You know what, Cass?" Adam interrupted, putting on a grin, "It's okay, yeah? We don't have to do this tonight." The young woman took another step back, her head tilting and a hard frown affixed on her face. "You don't want to?" she said, confused, "But it's your birthday." Adam paused for a second. He was tempted to just walk away. Instead, he forced a broad smile and took her hands. His eyebrows bounced up and down as if they were rubber bands as he leaned forward and said, "C'est ca! It's my birthday! Come on!" Adam could see the confused look in her face. It had the distinct edge of annoyance in it and before it could boil over, he added, "Thank you for this." He held up the chain adorning his wrist then gave her a pack on her cheek, "I love it. I'll wear it always, mon cheri." His gesture and words seemed to appease her slightly. But before Cassie could make sense of it all, Adam pulled her from the alcove and she followed along as they ran back to the club. "Come on! Let's got back to the club and have some fun!" he called to her. "I thought we were going to have fun," Cassie mumbled, mystified, as she tried desperately not to trip in her high-heels. Adam still was wondering what Lynn was thinking at the moment. "My God, Lynn. What the hell were you thinking?" Lynn hissed to herself as she walked aimlessly in circles throughout the community centre. How many times had she asked herself that question in the last 14 hours? The memories of what went down in the showers –the sensations, the sounds-- haunted her throughout the night. Though she couldn't remember doing so, she had managed to drive herself back home to her apartment without getting into an accident. Tossing her things onto the foyer floor, she immediately made a path to the fridge, pulled out a vodka cooler and sucked it down like a baby having her bottle. She didn't even really notice or care that her air-conditioning was on the blink again, the apartment filled with stale, warm air. Then she let out a long, frustrated groan into the darkness of her apartment. It didn't make her feel any better. Reaching back into the fridge, she grabbed another bottle. She stomped to her sofa, fell into the cushions, and, in the dark, popped the cap of her drink. After about an hour of sitting there in silence, drinking, she passed out. The thing was, the next day, she still had to face the same problem. And those coolers still weren't sitting that great in her tummy. "I should have stayed in bed," she muttered to herself. She had let it happen. At the end, though Adam was barrelling towards the impossible moment like a stampede of cattle, he actually managed to stop with just her saying so. She was aware of his extreme arousal, seen it in his eyes, felt the hardened resolve behind his shorts. He was young and immature, supposedly unable to control himself in that state. Yet, at her utterance, he did. There was no forced attempt by him to continue, no angry retorts, no pouting, or fuming. He just stopped. Just like that. He wasn't supposed to be able to do that. So if she had told him from the very beginning that she wanted him to stop and just get the hell out of the showers, he likely would have and that would have been the end of it. Yet, she hadn't. And then... "And then..." Lynn thought to herself. She frowned and rubbed the side of her head roughly with her palm, barely able to restrain herself from letting out a muted whine. They had crossed the line. Hell, they had taken a bucket of borax and erased the line from existence. Yet, in between every self-berating thought was another more troubling one. For all the guilt she felt now, at the time, at the moment, it felt incredibly good. Not just how Adam was touching her and pleasuring her physically, but to just mentally let go. It was an incredible release to not give a care about anything after weeks of pent up anxiety and frustration. Lynn needed that so much. She still did. Summer Boy Ch. 02 The sun cooked Beau's broad shoulders as he pushed the lawnmower across the yard. Clad in cargo shorts and sneakers, Beau tramped through the grass, sweat sliding down his back. His shorts hung low, revealing the very top of his meaty ass. He stopped, wiping his brow. Beau surveyed his surroundings. At his mother's insistence, the 18-year-old was spending the summer at his aunt's country house to keep out of trouble. His aunt had devised a number of tasks in order to keep the boy busy and keep his behavior problems in check. His task today was to mow the lawn. What would have been a twenty-minute task at his mother's house in the suburbs was a day-long affair on his aunt's sprawling property. He had already been at the task an hour and a half and wasn't even halfway finished. Beau put his hands on his hips and looked out at the vast lawn. His buff form was bronzed from all the time he had spent in the sun in the week since arriving at his aunt's. Not only were his chores largely outdoors, he showered at least once daily using his aunt's only shower, located in the backyard. His initial hesitation at being completely exposed outdoors had been tempered by the scorching temperatures and the relative solitude. At this point he thought nothing of his mother's sister seeing him naked, and the only other person to cross his path as he bathed had been the gruff, towering man who apparently lived down the road. Beau still thought of how the man had commanded him with practically no effort. The mark the man's strong hand left on Beau's bare ass had remained for a day. Thinking of it, Beau absent-mindedly rubbed his soft ass where the man had struck him. Beau was dripping with sweat to the point that his already-low-slung cargo shorts were a millimeter away from revealing the dark hair that surrounded his impressive cock. "Fuck this," he said, through labored breaths. He looked at his phone; 1 pm. No messages, of course; he got no service here. Beau wasn't used to taking on his share of responsibility for the upkeep of a house. It was simple to him: if he didn't want to do something, he didn't. It was bad enough he had to spend his summer in the middle of nowhere; he wasn't about to spend it getting heatstroke doing a bunch of stupid fucking chores. The lawnmower sputtered and stopped as Beau turned and walked across the front yard. Rounding the corner to the back of the house, Beau kicked off his shoes. He turned the spigot of the outdoor shower, releasing a stream of cold water cascading onto the stone platform below. In one swift motion, Beau dropped his shorts and boxers and stepped atop the platform. He gasped as the cold water hit his neck and shoulders, falling down his toned body, his long, thick cock and his round, tight ass. His cock swung slightly as water droplets landed on it. He hung his head under the stream, letting the water wash the sweat away. After a minute, Beau shut off the water, grabbed his shorts, and walked naked back to the house. He showered outside so often now that he thought nothing of walking around the house and the yard without clothes, his cock hitting his muscular thighs as he walked. He could swear he occasionally caught his mother's sister letting here eyes linger on his cock. He didn't blame her. It wasn't infrequent that a friend of his would comment on what they thought was a massive hard-on in Beau's shorts. "I'm not hard," he'd reply. "I just have a huge dong." In his bedroom, Beau picked out a T-shirt and his other pair of cargo shorts, thankfully clean. He checked for clean boxers and found none. Briefs it was. He pulled up a pair of white Hanes, which barely constrained his cock. He finished dressing, slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and headed out the door. In his brief time in the country, Beau had discovered a bar within what passed for walking distance in this town. An hour's walk down the road and he could at least get drunk; they never carded in this place, and Beau looked older than he was anyway. He began his walk down the dirt road and lit a joint he had rolled using weed he bought last time he was at the bar. Living in the middle of nowhere had its occasional privileges. ... It was dark when Beau sauntered up the gravel driveway of his aunt's house. He swayed as he walked, too drunk to even attempt a straight line, a bent cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth. He had fallen a few times on the walk back, and it was all he could do to keep upright now. His time at the bar had been relatively uneventful. He had pounded back beers and tequila shots with some locals, and unsuccessfully hit on the couple women who had ventured into the bar. Drunk off his ass, he hadn't been particularly smooth. Beau spit out his cigarette and stumbled as he walked in the door, and laughed to himself. "What on God's green earth do you think you're doing, young man?" His aunt's voice caused Beau to clumsily swing around. She sat in the living room staring at him, fire in her eyes. Beau tried to stand up straight, but the room kept spinning. "Err... uhhh... heyassssSarah." His words slurred hopelessly. He leaned against the wall. She stood up and walked toward him. "God dammit! Look at you! Not only did you not finish your chores, which landed me in a world of shit with the appraiser when he came by this afternoon, you're drunk as a goddamn skunk. Here I promise your mother I'm going to keep you out of trouble this summer, and you're getting shit-faced with... well, I don't even know where the fuck you were." "Mmsorry," mumbled Beau. He attempted to slide off his flip-flop and landed on his ass in the process. "For god's sake, get up here." The woman lifted the boy to the best of his ability. "Damn, you're heavy." She guided the boy back to his room and spilled him onto the bed. His long legs and big feet hung off its edge. "You stay there and sober up. Don't think we won't talk about this tomorrow." Beau tried to respond, but instead threw his head back and passed out, the room still spinning. ... "Whu-h?" Beau sat upright. "Augh..." He rubbed the back of his head, which was pounding. He looked down at himself. Still dressed in last night's clothes, a single flip-flop hanging off his left toe. "The fuck...?" He tried to remember the night prior. He could recall being at the bar, drinking beer and doing shots, maybe talking to some locals, although it was a blur. He vaguely remembered walking back along the dirt road and... oh, shit. The confrontation with his aunt. "Fuck." He couldn't remember exactly what had been said, just that she had been angry. Stumbling out of bed, he walked out of his room into the kitchen, wondering if she'd be there waiting for him. It was empty. On the counter sat a note. I'M AT WORK. DON'T EVEN THINK OF BEING GONE WHEN I GET HOME. – SARAH. Beau put down the note. "Fuck." He rubbed his forehead. At least she didn't give me any chores, he thought. Padding about the kitchen, he fixed himself some food and coffee, and threw back a handful of aspirin for his aching head. Must've drank a fucking shit ton, he thought to himself. He knew he'd have to deal with his aunt eventually, but this was hardly the first time he had been in trouble. Her fault for making me do her bitch work, he thought. Having taken some time to nurse his hangover, Beau walked back to his room. He lifted his shirt over and off his head and ran his hands over his smooth chest. Shower, he thought. He dropped his shorts and briefs, wrapped a too-small towel around his waist, and walked out the door to the backyard shower. He dropped the towel and started the water. Standing under it, he could feel his headache subsiding. Another few minutes of this, he thought, and he may be able to bear the harsh glare of the sun in his eyes. He groaned slightly, looking forward to getting back inside and crashing until his aunt got home. "Boy." Beau heard. His eyes went wide as he recognized the voice. "You are twice as dumb as I thought you were, and you are fucked besides." Beau turned cautiously. Henry. The man who a week prior had warned Beau from antagonizing his aunt again stood before him. Beau made a slight gesture toward covering his huge cock with his hands, before remembering where that got him last time and leaving his arms at his side. He unconsciously pushed his shoulders back and stood a bit straighter. "Hen – S-sir..." "Oh no, not near good enough. You stand at attention when I address you, boy." Beau stood straight, wincing as his head throbbed. Looking down, he took in his visitor. Henry was tall as he remembered. Elevated by the platform, Beau looked down at him, but standing on even ground the man easily eclipsed Beau. Unlike last time, Henry came bare-chested. Beau could now see what he only got a hint of last time. Henry was built. Years of hard manual labor had given the man a massive, rock-hard body. Beau noted how different it was from his own; Beau's body came from hours in the gym, from vanity. A life of backbreaking labor had sculpted Henry's. Even where Beau and Henry had similarly-sized muscles, Beau thought that the man looked like he could break Beau in half if he wanted. The broad, solid chest was covered with a coating of brown hair, with a smattering of grey, matching the short, salt-and-pepper hair atop his head. The man wore jeans over massive legs, and work boots. Sweat dripped from the man's grey temples onto the coarse stubble that covered his face, and his bare chest glistened. Beau wasn't sure how old he was, but he appeared to be about forty. "I thought that I made myself clear last time I was here." The man's voice boomed. "You do not fuck around with your aunt." He stepped forward, his face inches from Beau's chest. "So imagine my surprise when I get a phone call from her yesterday afternoon, hysterical, begging me to come over and finish mowing her lawn so that she doesn't get fucked when the appraiser comes over. 'Course, I'm happy to help out Sarah, but then she told me why she needed my help." Fucking punk, thought Henry. All the same. Still, Henry knew how to break his type. Beau had first been startled, but now he was tense and, he admitted to himself, fearful with the large man yelling at him when Beau was naked and vulnerable. Also a concern was the fact that Beau's cock was centimeters away from touching the bare skin of the man's chest. "She needed my help because you," Henry punctuated this last room with a sharp poke in the middle of Beau's hairless chest. "YOU skipped out on your chores! Off getting fucked up some way or the other, I'd bet. Is that it? I said, was that it, boy?" Another poke. Beau had to shift to keep his balance every time the man's massive hand touched his skin. "Yes, sir. That was it, sir. I was at the bar. Getting drunk." "Fuckin' layabout piece of trash. You think you're gonna pull that shit on my watch? You think I'm not going to teach you a lesson?" Beau had it. It was bad enough this creep was interrupting his shower. Bad enough that his shouting was aggravating Beau's headache. Bad enough that he was manhandling Beau's naked body. But if this asshole thought he was going to come over here and treat Beau like a bitch, he didn't know whom he was dealing with. "Listen, old man," said Beau, surprisingly himself with how forceful he managed to make his voice., "You think I'm going to punk out like a little bitch because some old-ass fucker doesn't have anything better to do that fuck with me, you can just go to fucking hell. Now get the fuck out of my face, and get the fuck out of here!" Beau stood, his chest heaving. He stared into Henry's eyes. Henry didn't move a centimeter. The older man's hands were on his hips. His breathing didn't change an iota. The expression on his face was intense, yet almost amused. "I said fucking leave!" Beau swung his fist at the man. He had been in dozens of fights before, and he won them all. Other guys knew not to fuck with Beau unless they wanted to get their asses kicked, badly. He had sent guys to the hospital with broken bones. If this old man wasn't going to listen to him, he was going to put him down. Beau's fist connected with Henry's jaw. Henry staggered back slightly. Beau stood, still on the platform, arms at the ready, cock swinging between his legs. He breathed heavily, his eyes wide. The man had his head turned to the side, and a hand in front of it. A red drop fell onto the man's hairy chest. Shit, thought Beau. Maybe I broke the dude's jaw, or knocked out a tooth. Beau smiled broadly. The man spit on the ground. Beau shouted, "Not so tough now, are you, fucker?" "Heh. Hah!" Beau dropped his fists slightly. His look of glee was replaced with confusion. The man dropped his hand and looked at Beau. He smiled from ear to ear. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth down his chin. He continued to chuckle. "Hah! Boy, I do not know where you are from, but that was the weakest, pussiest punch I have ever felt in my life. Fuck, your aunt could lay a stronger one than that on my jaw. Fuckin' Hell, you do need me to break you in. Make you a man." Henry stepped forward again. "Now, remember, boy, this's for your own good." Beau didn't have time to move before the man landed a blow square on Beau's cheek. Pain exploded across Beau's face. He blacked out for a moment as he flew off the stone platform and landed square on his ass in the grass. He fell back, his back and head hitting the ground, his legs outstretched, his cock flopping on his stomach. His head spun. He sat staring at the sky for a length of time he couldn't determine. He knew he had to get up. The boy turned on his stomach, resting his weight on his elbow, and attempted to raise himself on his knees. Suddenly, an irresistible weight fell on Beau's back. He felt rock hard, sweaty muscles and coarse hair pressed into his back. He felt hot breath and hard stubble against the back of his neck. An arm like steel cable wrapped itself around Beau's neck, putting the boy in a headlock. Beau felt a powerful hand on his ass, forcing his lower body into the ground. "What the fu-" Henry cut off the boy's words by tightening the headlock slightly. Henry beamed. The boy's actions cracked him up, his arms trying desperately to pry Henry's arms off him, yet not budging Henry a centimeter. "Now, you're going to listen to me, boy. I know your type, like I said. Big, buff stud. Got all the girls screaming when you fuck 'em with your big-ass dick. Yeah, I saw that thing. Bet you it impresses those girls. Not me, though." Henry chuckled. It was almost cute how he could feel the boy's muscles squirming beneath him. "See, I've been around the block. I know what separates a boy from a man. You're about as useful as a horse and not half as smart. But I'm gonna make you better, boy. I'm going to make you a man." He lightened his headlock. Beau exhaled. He breathed heavily. He was using all his strength to try and get the man's arms off him, and he couldn't even manage to make Henry struggle. Beau didn't know how this was happening. He had never physically been at anybody's mercy. "Help!" Henry laughed. "You forget where you are? Shit, you're so dumb maybe you did. Nobody's gonna hear you out here. Now, you play along here, you can learn something, and it'll be better for you." Beau put all his strength into trying to push Henry off him. Beau succeeded in rising to his hands and knees, but Henry remained on top of him, an iron grip on Beau's body. "Gonna be like that, huh? No difference to me." Beau felt a hand that could have been carved from granite reach between his legs and firmly clutch his balls. Beau froze. "Told you, boy. To me you're just an especially dumb farm animal. If that's how I gotta treat you, so be it." Henry emphasized his final statement by squeezing the boy's hanging balls. He snickered at the boy's exclamation. Beau's mind raced. Think through this, man, he thought to himself. You're on your hands and knees like a fucking animal. You gave this old dude your best shot and now he's fucking owning you. He's literally got you by the fucking balls. Christ, this hurts. Just play along for now, Beau. Get him off you, get your balls free, then wait until he turns his back and kick his ass. What's that noise, anyway. Almost sounds like he's spitting in his hand. "Ahh!" In assessing his situation in his hangover-plagued mind, Beau hadn't been paying attention to Henry. All he knew is that he suddenly felt something pressed... there. Beau felt something huge pressed against his asshole. His eyes went wider than ever in his life. He tried to yell, but was stopped by Henry's arm around his neck. "I told you, boy, " the man said, "Your big dick may impress those little girls back home, but not me. You know why, boy?" Henry, smirking, leaned his head down next to the boy's ear. Beau could feel hot breath on the side of his face. The 18-year-old was trembling. "Because I'm bigger, Beau." Beau shouted as he felt something huge penetrate his hole. He had never had anything up there, ever. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He was being invaded. He could feel it sliding deeper and deeper inside. "Please!" He shouted. "Please stop!" "Hah!" Henry chuckled. "You could've prevented this easy. Not my fault you had to be such a fuckin' punk. Now, what you're feeling now is my cock, lubed up and sliding into your sweet ass." Henry gave Beau a full-strength slap on the ass, and grinned both at the yelp that issued from the boy, and the bright red handprint he left on the boy's creamy, white, smooth ass. "It'll feel better if you relax, boy. And you'd better, because I'm not even halfway in." Beau wanted to keep shouting, but knew that nobody would hear him. They were too isolated, and his aunt wouldn't be home for hours. He could barely process the feeling inside his ass. The man's cock felt like a fucking flagpole. It was huge. How could it not be in all the way? This man was bigger, faster, stronger than Beau, and his cock was bigger than his, too? What am I supposed to do, he thought. I can't get him off me. Can't shout for help. Is he right? Should I just relax? Beau's thoughts went blank as he felt the man's cock drilling deeper and deeper into him. He heard himself shouting. At one point he felt the huge tool hit something inside him, and Beau could swear that his shouting started to sound more like... moaning. "There ya go," said Henry. "Knew you'd come around. I'm almost all the way in you now. Trust me, once I start fucking you, you're gonna forget all about the pain." "Y... you're going to fuck me?" Beau could hear the fear and exasperation in his voice. He felt tears running down his cheek. It seemed like a stupid question when he thought of it. After all, Henry's dick was buried in his ass already. But Beau never thought he'd be getting fucked by a dude at all, let alone be totally owned by some old guy. "What was that?" Henry finally pushed himself entirely inside the boy. Beau groaned loudly. "You're going to fuck me... sir?" His voice was meek. "Yes,", said Henry. "Yes I am. It's a learning experience. You see, you think the world revolves around you. You think you can walk all over everybody. You don't answer to anybody. You gotta learn different. If you're going to be a fucking little punk, then I'm gonna teach you that you belong to me." With that Henry pulled his cock back and again sank it deep into Beau's ass. "Trust me, when I'm done you'll thank me." Beau lowered his head. He had never heard himself make the noises he heard coming from his mouth as the man again and again slid his cock in and out of Beau's tight ass. What started as a slow, deliberate pace to Beau's first fucking was speeding up. He became aware not only of the huge tool destroying him, but the older man's hips slapping against his ass. Summer Boy Ch. 02 "Damn, you sure can take a cock, son. Knew you'd be good, with this big ass of yours." Henry again slapped Beau's ass with all his strength, causing the boy to shout louder than ever. Beau was being violated in every way he could think of. The man currently raping his ass was in complete control. The worst thing was that Beau could feel the pain in his ass subsiding. It was replaced with... Beau couldn't tell. But when he felt the thing in his ass push in, Beau could feel an explosion of sensation. In fact, he could feel... Beau felt the hand that just battered his ass reach around and grasp what, to Beau's horror, was the biggest hard-on he had ever had. "See! Told you you'd like this," laughed Henry. "Fuck, you do have a big cock. Mine's still bigger, but this isn't bad." He gave the boy's solid tool a squeeze and let go. "Looks like I can really teach you a lesson now." Beau was humiliated and confused. How the fuck was he so hard right now? This dude was taking his ass by force; how could he get turned on? Beau felt his head rocking back and forth as the fucking sped up. Beau was getting fucked hard now; no doubt about it. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't ever even fucked a girl this hard, and now this old dude was tearing his ass apart. Over his own groans, Beau could hear the sound of the man's hips slapping against his soft ass. "Review time, boy," said Henry. "Who fucking owns you?" The sensation of the man's cock deep in his ass was starting to drive Beau wild. He could feel his own cock throbbing. To his humiliation, he wished Henry would grip it again. He could only manage heavy breaths and what now were moans of pleasure. "I said," Henry pulled his cock far out of the boy's ass, leaving only the head in. "Who. Fucking. Owns. You." Henry punctuated each word with a hard thrust into the tight ass before him. "You do!" Beau was shouting as loud as he could. "You fucking own me, sir!" Henry smiled. He had broken the boy, just as he had planned. And damn if this wasn't fun. "Goddamn right. This is just the start, boy. You're a worthless fucking punk right now, but I'll mold you." He slammed his enormous dick into the boy's big ass with all his strength. "AUGH! YES, SIR!" Beau lost all control. He accepted the truth. This man owned him. He was powerless to do anything as the man used his ass, and for Beau's part... he liked it. "And now, " Henry said, again leaning over the boy, his cock deep inside him, "I'm gonna make you mine, Beau." Beau hung his head low and moaned loudly as Henry assaulted his ass like never before. He now heard the man grunt with each hard thrust. The pounding kept coming, wrecking Beau's ass. Beau could hear the man's breathing get heaving, the thrusts into his own ass get wilder, before... "ARGH." Beau heard Henry grunt loudly as he felt the man explode inside him. He felt what he assumed must be the man's cum shoot deeper inside him than Beau thought possible. He felt the man's giant dick pulse and continue to send waves of pleasure through Beau's body. He felt sweat drip from the man's chest onto his back. He felt shot after shot of cum shoot inside him. Henry was right, Beau thought. He made Beau his. Beau collapsed, his limbs sprawled on the grass, his raging hard-on throbbing against the cool blades. He noticed that he was drenched in sweat and breathing hard. Henry had released him from his steel grip and had his hands planted in the grass at Beau's sides. Henry looked sternly at the young stud he'd just broken in. He exhaled. Why do they bother struggling? "Relax now." Henry started pulling his cock out of the beefy ass he had just destroyed. The older man's dick felt endless as Beau felt it pull out of his ass. Once it was finally out, Beau was amazed by the feeling of emptiness. He lay in the grass with his eyes closed. He was vaguely aware that Henry was no longer on top of him, that the man had walked over to the shower and turned it on, then off again. After a few minutes, he felt heavy footsteps approaching him in the grass. He felt a hard, leather boot poke him in the side, prompting him to flip over on his back. Beau, spent, lay sprawled on his back in the grass, the sun warming his body. He looked up at the man who had broken him. Beau was aware that his own thick cock was still rock hard and pulsing against his abs, but he was too exhausted to be embarrassed. Henry was again clad in jeans and boots, but shirtless. "You clean yourself up. You be good to your aunt. Anything happens, I'm going to hear about it. I'll be back to check up on you." He smiled at the boy beneath him, turned, and walked away. Beau rose to watch the man get in his truck and drive off. Dazed, he stepped under the shower and began to wash himself. He dried himself off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and walked back into the house. He sat on his bed and noticed that his hard-on had barely subsided. Beau closed his eyes. He imagined Henry's strong hands on his body. He thought about how powerless he had been, how the man had completely used his body. He thought of the pleasure he had felt when the man had annihilated his ass. Beau reached down and wrapped his fist around his enormous cock. He gave it one quick stroke and exploded. Cum landed in Beau's hair, on his face, his smooth chest. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever had in his life. Beside himself, he moaned uncontrollably. He had never felt like this while fucking a girl. Completely spent, Beau drifted off to sleep, sprawled naked on his bed. Summer Boy Ch. 02 She just never imagined it would be Adam who would draw those feelings from her. Lynn's pace slowed as she walked down the hallway. She stared at the floor as she thought. "Okay," she thought to herself, "What happened, happened. Can't do anything about that. What do we do now?" Lynn smirked. She knew for damn sure it wasn't going to happen again. Morally, they had done nothing wrong. Both were consenting adults...well, Adam was barely one, but whatever. Alright, doing what they did in the community centre would not go over well with the directors...so, they just wouldn't find out about it. Lynn raised her eyes upward and nodded as she thought this through. First things first, she had to talk to Adam. Just talk, adult-to-adult. She rounded the corner that led to the entrance of the centre. Olivia was standing by the reception desk, leaning against the counter, and talking to Cassie. As she approached, her friend turned to her and smiled. "Hey, you," Olivia said, "You've been kind of ducking in-and-out this morning. What's up?" "Nothing," Lynn shrugged, "Just checking up on things in the gym." She had been hoping her little treks around the complex would shake off some of the distraction in her face. She noted that Cassie was looking a little more miserable than she was for some reason but didn't think much of it. "Seen Adam?" Lynn asked. Olivia shook her head. "Not yet. He's late shift today," she replied, "Should be coming in about 15 minutes." "Ah, that's right. Completely forgot," Lynn said. "Probably needed the morning to recover a bit, anyway," Olivia noted, "Must have had a good time last night." Lynn pursed her lips and peaked her brows. "Hmm?" "I mean he probably enjoyed himself at his birthday party," Olivia said. She turned to Cassie, "You guys all had fun?" Cassie looked up from her seat. With a pause and an unusually dull expression on her face, she sighed and said flatly, "Yeah." Olivia chuckled, thinking the girl must have had a bit of a hangover. "But are you sure you're okay?" she asked turning back to Lynn, "You look a little flushed." Lynn checked her watch, anxiously trying not to meet Olivia's eyes. She knew her heart rate was beating more rapidly at the moment. She felt like a child trying to sneak a fallen bird in her pocket past her mother. She turned and stared blankly at a clipboard on the counter. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nope. Everything is good. Maybe I overdid it with the running and swimming last night. Anyway, do you want to go over next week's sche-..." Lynn cut herself off as she finally looked towards Olivia. Her friend, however, was looking past her over her shoulder, and Cassie was also gazing blankly off to her side. "Dominic," Olivia said uneasily. Still facing Olivia, Lynn's eyes widened and her heart stopped. All that blood that was under her flushed cheeks suddenly drained away. She held her breath and slowly pivoted around. It took a moment for her eyes to readjust, but the image of Dominic, her ex-boyfriend, became clear very quickly. A half-second later, she noticed the brunette woman standing beside him, staring back at her with green eyes, cold enough to send an uneasy shudder through her from head-to-toe. "Should have stayed in bed," Lynn thought to herself, once more. ********* A little over a month ago... The night had been perfect. The day had been perfect. The week, the last month, were all perfect. Now the moment was perfect. Lynn wondered exactly what she had done to have earned such a perfect time in her life. Short of drowning puppies in a box, she would do anything to bank more times like this one. Strolling through the corridor of her building towards her apartment, trying to stay whimsical, sexy, and cool, she was having trouble hiding the giddiness she felt. In one hand was a bouquet, a pricey arrangement of exquisite, colourful flowers. Really, she could have been holding a dried stick and she'd be feeling the same excited way. It was what she was holding in her other hand that got her heart throbbing and charged her nerves. A large, strong, deep tan-skinned hand held her softer hand in an impossibly gentle grasp. Lynn smiled broadly, her upper teeth pinching on her lower lip. Pulling away her eyes that were trailing on the carpeted corridor before her, she looked up and towards the owner of the hand that was holding hers. Dominic turned and stretched his soft lips into a warm smile of his own, narrowing his amber-brown eyes that seemed to reflect every bit of light that hit them with a teasing twinkle. Though already glowing from the alcohol she had consumed earlier that evening, Lynn could feel her face flush at least a shade deeper pink just looking up at him. It shouldn't have been this easy. After a few years of not really trying to hook up with anyone and bouncing around short, casual relationships, Olivia and other friends had managed to coax her into giving a long term relationship a shot. With their help, she created a profile on one of those online dating services, posted a picture, and hit the enter button. A flood of messages awaited her the next morning when she checked her inbox. Admittedly, it was exciting to see so much interest poured upon her...at first. Sorting and reading through the messages, while fun and amusing for awhile, soon became a chore, especially when most of them came across as either shallow, totally off the mark, or often downright lurid. After the first dozen, she didn't even bother to respond and clicked the delete button like she had a nervous twitch. After about two weeks of this --not really being a patient person when it came to these things-- she had just about given up. Gazing at a screen of unopened messages, she decided to click on one last email: "Hey, Let's Talk." That simple message opened to a profile page of a decidedly attractive man: swarthy complexion, dimpled and squared jaw, shaved head, thick and dark brows hovering over uniquely light brown eyes. The caption under the picture: "This is my brother. He got all the ugly genes." That made Lynn chuckle. The rest of the concise, yet warmly and sincerely written, profile piqued her interest more than enough for her to send a reply and invite to share some more info about one another. It hadn't taken too many emails to exchange phone numbers and soon after that, the ubiquitous meet up at a coffee shop. Yet, the moment Lynn had entered the café and saw Dominic at a table by the window, waving her down with his very agreeable smile, she knew this wasn't going to be a 'one cup of coffee and good-bye' date. Dominic was well-groomed, looking fine in a black dress shirt and blue jeans. He had a confident, deep voice. His handsome face accompanied an obviously healthy physique. "What in the world are you doing using a dating service?" Lynn teased midway through their conversation. "You give me your answer first. If I decide it's better, I'll use it," he replied. But even more appealing than his physical attractiveness and charm, was his maturity. That was it for Lynn, really. Everyone else, from the guys she dated to the guys who sent her messages through the service, she felt she couldn't quite trust probably because they came off as immature. Dominic was five years older than her. For whatever reason, she sensed there was going to be no messing around with this fellow, no games. She hoped so anyway. She really wanted to trust him. It didn't take much longer after that to want something else from him. Six weeks of casual dating, with the stars aligning each time they met, led up to this night. Dominic's masculine maturity had somehow ebbed its way into that part of their relationship as well. He was the reserved one when it came to being intimate. Lynn had been sending out signals during the last three or four times they had been together, yet Dominic never followed the flares she had launched. Their many passionate make-out sessions didn't help, either. It was beginning to drive her crazy. So it would be on this night, Lynn's night. Despite her short, tight, burgundy party dress and heels, Lynn practically skipped the last few metres to her door, pulling Dominic along with her. She leaned up against her door and continued to burn a sultry stare at him. Dominic stood over her and asked, "So Lynn, did you have a good birthday?" Lynn, always smiling, closed her eyes and nodded slowly. "Mm-hmm," she mused. She opened her eyes and added, "If I had known turning 30 would be like this, I wouldn't have been so apprehensive about it." Truthfully, Lynn was never one to be bothered with those "milestone" birthdays. It was only after meeting Dominic did she realize how precious time could be and how quickly it flew by. She wanted to spend as much time with this man as possible. Time felt so good when she was with him. She urgently prepared herself to feel even better in the next few minutes. Lynn grabbed for Dominic's tie and pulled him down towards her face. Parting her lips seductively, she planted a kiss on his lips. "Feel kind of bad just leaving Olivia and the others at the club," Dominic said, leaning back a little. This time Lynn shook her head, "Uh-uh. Not the time for bad feelings, only good ones. Besides, it's my party and I want to unwrap my gift." As she pulled him in for another heated kiss, she raised her foot and pressed it back against the door, lifting the curve of her knee in between his legs. Gently she pressed forward, her bare thigh brushing seductively his crotch. "Mmm...umm," she hummed as she folded her mouth over his, pulling back on his lower lip with her teeth. She was ready to take the man in the hallway. Instead, she pushed him back, thrusting the bouquet into his arms so she could get her keys out of her purse. With a naughty giggle, she undid the lock and shoved open her door. Without even bothering to turn on the foyer light, she flung her purse into the floor of the dark apartment. The flowers quickly followed, Lynn yanking them out of the hands of Dominic as he still stood in the hallway. Her dark eyes narrowing into curving slits, Lynn took his hands and stepped backwards, pulling him into her apartment. With a quick flick of her leg, she kicked the door shut. The sounds of her cooing giggles and their quick kisses filled the apartment as she continued to back-pedal, leading him in the darkness. The path quickly led them into her bedroom. Lynn pawed the wall at the side of the door, turning the dimmer switch, casting the secluded room in a warm, orange glow from a table lamp beside her bed. She continued to deliberately lead her man around the room towards the edge of the bed. Their lips continuously engaged, she pivoted him around. Finally pulling away and taking a half step back, Lynn extended a finger, placed it firmly in the centre of Dominic's chest, and pushed, sitting him down onto the bed. He gave her his full attention, sitting silently, taking deep breaths as she took another step back. He had a full view of Lynn as she kicked off her high heels and cocked a taunting eyebrow toward him. She reached for a zipper at the side of her dress and pulled it down slowly. A faint shadow of intimidation fell across Dominic's normally confident brow as he watched her shimmy out of her fitted dress, pausing deliberately for a moment as she held it at her bosom, then sliding it past her flat belly, over her round hips and down her smooth legs. Lynn was a little surprised to notice the odd expression on his face. Still, the idea that she was able to unnerve a man like Dominic by slipping out of her dress was an undeniably pleasing one. Lynn stood before him in the dim room wearing her black lace bra and low-riding panties, letting him soak her in. No words had passed between them since they entered the apartment. She was letting her actions scream her desires as she took deliberately slow and small steps towards the bed. She leaned over him, lifting his chin upwards, feeling his light stubble on her fingertips, and kissed him hungrily. She slipped her knees up onto the bed beside his legs. She felt his strong hands wrap around her bottom as she straddled his lap. As their lips meshed, she continued to lean forward until Dominic had no choice but to curl slowly back down onto the bed, Lynn kneeling over him. She gyrated her hips, rubbing her crotch against his. Her motions definitely had the desired effect on the man, feeling a stiff pulse behind his pants. Lynn curled her body like a cat, moving her mouth earnestly away from his lips, down his chin, nuzzling his neck. She inhaled, breathing in his cologne like a drug. She sat up for a moment, tossing her hair back with a swift flick of her head. She bit down on the side of her bottom lip, an urgent, determined look on her face as her fingers deftly worked the buttons of Dominic's purple silk shirt. No sooner had she pulled it from under his pants and dispatched the last button was she bending down over him again, pushing apart his shirt, and using her lips and tongue on him again. Dominic's eyes shifted from toward the ceiling, down over his nose as he watched Lynn, then back upward as he felt her soft lips caress his skin. Her head bobbed with the increasingly accentuated rise and fall of his chest. A deep, languid sigh escaped his lips as her tongue swirled around his nipple and pinched it with her teeth. Lynn revelled in his reactions as she kissed and licked his chest. Pleased with herself, and feeling the heat flush through every inch of her skin, she resumed her path down his body with renewed vigour. Sliding down, she slinked off the bed, crouching between his legs as they hung over the bedside. Working her hands with a determined assuredness, the clasp at his pants snapped apart quickly. Dominic raised himself onto his elbows and looked down towards the bottom edge of the bed just as Lynn unzipped his fly. With her beckoning tugs at the waist of his pants, he raised his hips, helping her as she slid his pants down to his ankles. Lynn's eyes narrowed on the stiff shaft spiking behind his black boxer briefs. She didn't blink as she pulled them down releasing Dominic as he sprung to hard, aroused attention. "Lynn, I...," he uttered, the first words to pass between them since they entered the apartment. He intended to follow them up, but, without acknowledging his comment, she took up his shaft in her hand and drove her lips over it. Dominic's jaw hung low as he was saturated with the warm dampness of Lynn's mouth, speechless save for a drawn out, raspy breath. Lynn wrapped her mouth feverishly up and down his rigid length. She felt it throb and nudge against her tongue and inner cheeks. Her one hand wrapped around the bottom of his cock, the other reached up and danced along his tight abdominal plates. She lifted her head up, her lips barely hovering over his domed-head, circling her tongue around his tip before going down on him once more. In been slurps and gasps, she hummed and giggled with her mouth full. This was supposed to be her birthday present, she thought. Why was she doing all the work? Yet, seeing his rippling length jutting enticingly up like that had just pulled her in. The man's guttural moans were a heady reward...for awhile. After a few minutes, Lynn rolled up onto her feet and stood at the edge of the bed over Dominic. She had that "Ready now?" look on her pretty, flushed-pink face. So wrapped up in the moment, she didn't pay much attention to the return of the concerned, troubled expression on Dominic's face, even as she burned her eyes right into it. Her hands went behind her back. With a soft "snap", she undid the clasp, and peeled the black strapless lace away from her heaving bosom. "Lynn....there's something...," Dominic was struggling to push words out of his mouth. To Lynn, he was a big, handsome mute at the moment. She hooked the hip bands of her panties with her thumbs and pulled them down, slipping them off her ankles. She stood up, still holding them, smiled wickedly and then dropped them to the floor. She knew, right at that moment, she never looked or felt sexier in her life. Still smiling, she fell forward onto the bed, like diving from a cloud. Her nude flesh expected the touch of Dominic's warm, hard body against it, his hands and arms holding her firmly, and in moments, his hot cock thrusting into her over-and-over with aggressive verve. Instead, she fell face first into the soft duvet and pillows of her bed. She smelled his cologne on the sheets but Dominic wasn't there. She looked up, more than a little surprised. Somehow the big man had managed to roll to the side and off the bed. "Do-Dominic? Wha...What...?" she gasped, trying to keep her heart down her throat. Dominic stood at the side of the bed, simply gawking at her. His mouth was open, even moving a little, but nothing came out of them for a few seconds. "What is it?" Lynn said managing to string together a coherent sentence. The lost expression on his face suddenly became evident to her. Still pausing for a moment, Dominic finally spoke up, "Lynn...uh. Sorry. Bathroom?" She stared at him hard then shook some cobwebs from her head. "Outside, door to the left. But...-" Pointing with both hands, Dominic repeated, "Outside, door to the left. Gotcha." Lynn blinked. Each time she did, the confident, handsome man she was just about to give herself over to completely peeled away to reveal a more and more desperately awkward stranger. Before she could speak again, however, he was shuffling out the bedroom door, pants and underwear still at his shins. Rolling over, Lynn sat up and curled her legs up to her chest and waited. And waited. She could hear Dominic fumbling around in her bathroom. "Are...is everything okay?" she called out, the passionate expectancy of just a few minutes ago swiftly dispelling. Maybe she should have asked if he wanted to go to the toilet first when they had entered the apartment. Still, she felt pretty confident that they could work themselves back up to the level of heat they had attained...until she saw Dominic slowly enter her bedroom again, his nose pointed down at the floor. Lynn's eyebrows stitched. "Why are you dressed?" Dominic sighed and looked off to the side as he pressed his shirt down with his hands aimlessly. She didn't say anything else as she waited for a response. "Lynn...baby...I'm sorry. I can't do this," he said reluctantly, "Not to you." "Why...why not? What's wrong?" His eyes were on every part of the room except where she was sitting. When he finally did meet her gaze he said with a steady, earnest voice, "You're such an amazing, beautiful woman..." Oh...shit. Lynn's eyes widened on her otherwise stupefied face. She almost immediately knew where this was going. "I mean, you're really, really incredible and sexy and fun...I really like you," he continued to spill. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. "I mean...I can't do this to you," he rambled on, "I thought we could just keep it fun and light..." "What are you talking about?" Lynn coughing a stilted laugh, trying to keep herself under control, "I don't understand what you..." She was interrupted by the heavy R&B music playing from within Dominic's pants pocket. He froze. It continued to play with the two people in the room simply facing one another. Lynn turned her head slightly and squinted a suspicious eye toward him. "Aren't you going to answer that?" she asked bluntly. Dominic remained unmoving until the cell-phone stopped leaving a swell of tension in the air. "I...uh...Lynn, I had started seeing someone just a couple of months before you," Dominic confessed, "Met her online the same as you, to be honest. Kinda funny, huh?" Summer Boy Ch. 02 Lynn's jaw dropped. Oh...fuck. "You're both such incredible people," he started to speak faster, "And I thought..." "Oh my God! Are you kidding me?!" Lynn finally burst. "I know! I know! I'm a shit! I know that!' Dominic said moving toward her, "I couldn't help it! At the time Zoe and I were just casually..." "I don't want to know her name for God's sake!" Lynn spat and rolled off the bed. She stomped over to her closet. "I thought we were all just casually dating!" Lynn yanked a blue robe off a hanger and pulled it on, cinching the fabric belt with a firm tug. She glared back at him, livid. "You could have told me that before I put your dick into my mouth!" "You're right, I should have ended it." "You were going to end it? With me? On my birthday?" she sputtered. "Lynn, believe me, you're an amazing, amazing woman! Any guy would want you! If she and I weren't already..." "ON MY BIRTHDAY?!" "I'm sorry." Lynn's vision was beginning to blur and her throat hurt almost as bad as her heart and guts. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. "Get out of here," she demanded, "Now. Get the hell out!" She shoved him by the arm out of her bedroom and across the apartment floor. "Lynn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...," "Get out!" she yelled. She managed to push him out the door and into the hallway. Before she slammed the door on him, Dominic turned around and asked, "Are you going to be okay? I'm sorry. I really mean it, Lynn." "Grow up!" Lynn whipped the door shut. She stood at the door in the dark, listening to a few more pleading apologies from Dominic before they finally stopped. Her body shook but she couldn't move her feet, unsure of what to do or where to go. She didn't know if she wanted to cry, scream or what and she didn't know how long she had stood there fuming. It had been perfect. The night had been...perfect. ********** Adam arrived at the community centre, standing and balancing on one pedal of his bike as he rode along the walkway before gliding into the bike racks. He felt strangely energized today without being quite sure as to why. There was no cocky smirk on his face or giddy boyish excitement racing through his gut. There was just an unfamiliar confidence. Again, he wasn't sure why. There was a very good chance that the moment he walked through the door, Lynn would explode all over him. He envisioned everything from a slap to a relentless and unforgiving flaying from her tongue. He wasn't sure how she could do it, but she could even try to fire him. Or she could just ignore him. That was the only thing that troubled him, to be honest. He enjoyed her attentions, not like a schoolboy gaining the attention of a teacher, but like a man and a woman. He realized just how much he'd always savoured Lynn's reactions to him. As he walked towards the entrance, he felt inside the side knee pocket of his cargo shorts. He smiled, assured of what he had been carrying in it was still there. Just then, Trevor came around from the corner of the building. "Hey! Yo, Adam," the always 'on' Trevor beckoned, "Wait up, dude." "Gonna be late, man," Adam said as he waved him off and continued towards the door. Trevor fluttered his lips. "Yeah, right. Fuck me, 'frog'. You're always late," he said dismissively. He stepped in front of his co-worker, smiling deviously, and punched him playfully in the shoulder. "I've got a hot little offer for you, you lucky bastard. Me and Cass were talking last night at the club and she..." Adam angled a grin and side-stepped him. "Later! Later, guy," he insisted, "Don't want the supervisors on my back today." "Aw, come on!' Trevor pivoted with has hands at his sides as Adam passed through the doors, "They're too busy with their own shit, anyway." ********* Lynn was thinking just how much the days needed reset buttons. She would have pressed it right now and woken up in her soft, soft beddings. Then she would have unplugged her alarm clock and tossed it across the room for good measure. Then, with a smile stretched across her face, she would have taken a pillow and smothered herself with it until she passed out. Possibly terminal unconsciousness would have been a delight compared to what she was experiencing right now. "Lynn, this is Zoe," Dominic said hesitantly. He still hadn't learned that she didn't want to know her name. Now she had a very clear image of the woman to go along with it. Staring back at her was a person of the same height. She was slightly fairer than Lynn, honey-brunette hair falling in soft waves around her face. Tellingly fit in her orange and grey workout gear, she stood upright and poised. She could have been a dwarf, plump and bald for all Lynn cared. What she of course was really paying attention to was the nasty scowl pinching over the woman's green eyes and stiff-lined lips. If it wasn't for that, Lynn would admit that she was looking at a pretty attractive woman. Well, that and also thinking that she was a bitch. Suddenly, she really did wish she was standing before a dwarf. After a long, frigid moment, Lynn finally peeled her eyes away from Zoe and looked up towards Dominic. She glared at him as if to say, "So now what?" "Uh...Zoe...this...this is Lynn," he said, his voice trailing off. Lynn searched his eyes carefully. He was still that strange, desperately awkward man who left her in her bed on her birthday. Dominic shifted side-to-side on his feet. "I heard that this place has decent squash courts," an unfamiliar voice spoke. Lynn had to blink to pull her eyes away from Dominic. She looked at Zoe, "What?" "Squash courts," Zoe repeated followed by a noticeable pause where the words "you dumb bitch" could have probably been slipped in. "Zoe wanted to...we were thinking of using a squash court," Dominic clarified. Once more, the reception area of the centre fell into silence. Drawing a blank, unsure of what emotion to let out first, Lynn remained dumbfounded. "Uh...we're all booked up at this time," Olivia, standing at Lynn's side, finally broke in, "Maybe you could go..." "No, we're not." With Lynn and Zoe still in a staring showdown, Olivia and Dominic turned towards the reception desk. Cassie was looking at her monitor as if she were watching the Weather Channel. "What?" Olivia asked. She leaned toward Cassie a little and, with a deliberate tone, she added, "No, I think they're all booked for the entire day, Cassie." The receptionist shook her head. Studiously, she turned her monitor for all to see and pointed to a blank block of time alongside the two squash courts. "They could use Court 1 for an hour or Court 2 for two hours, right now." Olivia frowned at her but Cassie didn't bother to look up from her screen. "Yeah?" Dominic said reluctantly, "It'd be alright if we go..." "We'll take Court 1 for an hour," Zoe interrupted. A smile curled up onto her face and she continued, "Then maybe we can check out the rest of the facilities of this nice centre of yours, Lynn." Lynn did not like the way she said her name. "No problem," Cassie chirped, tapping her keyboard, "Do either of you have a membership card?" "I know Dominic has one," Zoe offered, looking up at her boyfriend momentarily then back toward Lynn, "From before." Suddenly Lynn realized all eyes were on her. Everyone was waiting for a reaction. Instead, all she could think of, aside from trying to keep an air of professionalism in this particularly troubling moment, was that damn reset button. She remained silent and unmoving, save for her slowly twisting lips. Finally, with a noticeable blink, she turned, feeling as if she were pulling her feet out from tar, and headed towards the staff room. Cassie quickly registered the court for them and diligently handed Dominic his membership card. "Thanks," Zoe said, "Washrooms?" "Oh, that way, inside the change rooms," Cassie pointed down the corridor with her pencil. "Thanks, again," Zoe said. She turned and started to walk down the corridor. Looking back, she asked, "Coming, Dom?" He started to say something but he suddenly felt a tug at his elbow. Olivia held him fast. "Can I talk to you?" she hissed with thinly veiled insistence. He pouted his lower lip as he looked at her, then nodded once. "Go on ahead. Be there in a minute," he said to Zoe. Still being lead by the arm by Olivia, he followed her towards the community centre doors. They passed Adam who had been standing unnoticed by the entrance. "Hey, uh, is Lynn alright?" he asked. Olivia strode past him, Dominic in tow. "Not now, Adam," she grumbled. Adam turned and watched them go outside. "Adam!" Cassie called to him, standing behind her desk. Offering her barely a passing glance, he continued to watch what was going on outside. "Adam, can we talk about something later on?" Without a reply, he followed Olivia and Dominic back outside. ********* After walking a few meters away from the entry way, Olivia finally released Dominic's arm with a noticeable shove. She stood between him and the centre. The height difference didn't seem as obvious as she stared him down like a pitbull. "What the hell were you thinking?" she started into him immediately. Dominic held out his palm past her head. "I couldn't help it. We were driving in the neighbourhood." "Couldn't you have gone to your club or something?" "It wasn't my choice," he insisted, "Zoe suddenly said to go to the community centre." Olivia brushed away her straight black hair, scratching the side of her head, and then rooted her hands onto her hips. She eyed him. His voice was anxious and pitchy and his shaved head was shining with perspiration. She had no idea what Lynn could have seen in him, what she herself and everyone else saw in him. Confident. Cool. Mature. That was Dominic. Not this whipped boy scrambling for excuses. "You told her that you had been seeing Lynn?" Remorsefully, he looked away and nodded, folding his arms. Olivia fumed but, as she was was wont to do, she also thought about this carefully. "But why would she want to come to the centre? And don't tell me she wanted to play freaking squash." Dominic frowned and looked at her. "What?" Olivia rolled her eyes. "I mean, girlfriends don't usually want to check out your exes...unless they had a reason to feel insecure..." Once again, Dominic looked away. The woman narrowed an eye on him. She spoke slowly, yet firmly, "You didn't happen to suggest or imply that you might still be interested in Lynn?" Dominic looked like he had swallowed superglue. Olivia's face untwisted into an incredulous look. "You don't..." "I think I made a mistake, Olivia," he said, cutting her off. Taking a half-step back, Olivia spat, "You're damn right you made a mistake, you stupid jerk! I don't believe this!" "I know that," he sighed, "I mean, seeing her again I can't help but.." "Stay away from her," she growled. She leaned to the side to catch his eye, snapping her fingers. "Hey, did you hear me? Do you think by saying you made a mistake it makes things better? She doesn't need you. Do you realize how much you hurt her? Stay away and keep that woman away from her, too. You got it? It's over. Move on." Still looking past her, Dominic thought for a moment, then finally shook his head. "I don't know if I can do that," he said, "If we can get past this..." "You haven't even broken up with Zoe, yet!" Not really hearing her, he nodded to himself, "We can make this work." "Are you even listening to me?" Dominic finally started to turn his head. Immediately, it was whipped back in the other direction as a solid fist careened into his cheek with a stern "crack". Stars filled his eyes and the next thing he knew, he was crumpled on his butt on the hot sidewalk. His jaw slack, and his eyes spinning in different directions, it took him a long moment to figure out which way was up. Olivia stood over him, a muted look of surprise on her face. Dominic managed to notice that her fists were clenched. The woman sure packed a wallop, he thought in between the short blackouts. "Ow! Fuck! Merde!" Adam howled off to the side. Hunched over, he held his wrist and shook his hand. He had never hit a guy like that before. It hurt like hell. It also felt great. ********* As soon as she was through the staff doors, Lynn ran into Marek holding out a clipboard before her. She stumbled to a stop, closed her eyes and breathed, "Go away, Marek." "They just dropped off some equipment in the back," he went on ignoring her plea. He tilted his glasses toward the clipboard, "I'm gonna need time to do the inventory." "Fine," Lynn replied and side-stepped him, "Go ahead." "But my shift is almost done in 30 minutes." "Then do it tomorrow," she grumbled, marching to her desk. "I'm not in tomorrow." Lynn fell into her chair and buried her fingers in her hair. She looked up and shot bolts at the young, oblivious staff member. "So do it now! I don't care! Do it until you're done, alright?" "There's not enough time..." "Marek! Get out!" she yelled, her entire face and neck flushed red. He stared back blankly before grudgingly turning and pushing his way out the door. "What a bitch," he muttered. "I'm not a...," Lynn called towards the door as it closed on her. She shook her head dejectedly and mumbled, "God, I am a bitch." Alone in the office, she fumed. She couldn't believe what had happened. She should have gone off like a bomb on both of them. It would have felt so good. And they were going to be in the community centre, doing the activities she and Dominic used to do, rubbing her face in it. She should march right into the squash court and throw the witch down, make her feel really welcome to the "nice centre". She was sure she could take her. Hell, she could kick Dominic's teeth in for good measure, too. Lynn leaned back in her chair, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, letting out an agonized groan. This was no good. There was no way she was going to be able to do any work today. Olivia would understand. Reaching into her drawer, she pulled out her purse, stood up, and headed for the staff exit. ********* "Are you okay?" Olivia asked. "What the hell?" Dominic mumbled, still groggy and still on the ground. "I'm not talking to you," she corrected. Adam stood upright, still shaking his hand out, sucking a long breath of air in between his clenched teeth. "Yeah," he nodded, "Want me to hit him again?" "Grow up," Olivia sighed. She turned and looked down on Dominic, "And this time, I am talking to you." Unsure if she should tend to the fallen Dominic or let Adam take another swing at him, her decision was interrupted as everyone noticed Lynn's blue sedan peeling out from the back of the community centre. "Lynn!" Olivia spun around and called out to her in vain. Firming his jaw, Adam ran over to his bike and pulled it off the rack. "Adam!" Olivia shouted, once again in a futile effort as he quickly broke into a sprint, chasing after the car. One hand on her hip, Olivia rubbed her head contemplating if she had a next move. Dominic, shifted on his seat and grunted painfully. "Oh, shut up," she said, dismissively. Just behind the glass doors of the community centre entryway, Cassie stood quietly having observed the whole situation. Juan came up behind her, tapping her on the shoulder. "Hey, Cass. Something up?" Still looking out the window, she simply replied, "I don't know." "Okay, when's your lunch?" "In about twenty minutes." "You going to be doing anything?" Cassie looked down at the floor and then back out the glass doors. "Yeah," she mused, "I have something to check on." To be continued... Summer Boy Ch. 03 Lynn dragged herself into her apartment feeling completely spent. She shut her door and leaned back, thumping her head against it. She felt so antsy, like her skin was crawling. Today, she did notice that her air-conditioning wasn't working, the heat hanging in the air. It was days like this she wished she didn't live on the ground floor of the building. If her windows and back door hadn't backed onto the ground level of the complex's garden, she could leave them both open while she was out. Feeling exhausted and frustrated, she didn't make it to the back door, however, and simply fell into her sofa, surrendering to the heat. She curled up like a cat, hugging a cushion in her arms and stared blankly ahead. She sighed and stroked her forehead. She surprised herself, realizing she had calmed down rather quickly, all things considered. Sure, she didn't feel like taking a single step out of her place, but she also hadn't let one tear drop. In fact, thinking about it, she never cried once during this whole ordeal starting with the night Dominic had just left her hanging. Her eyes had gone red, they swelled with tears, but the dams never burst. That was something to be proud of, she thought. "Yay, for vodka coolers," she chimed. She hugged the cushion a little tighter as she caught herself chucking softly. "This must be the feeling stupid and silly stage," she mocked. So Dominic and his girlfriend dropped by the community centre. So what? She managed to keep it together in front of them no matter how much Zoe taunted her. It was a slap in the face, to be sure, but she took the hit, rolled with it and came out undamaged. Maturity, That's what set herself apart from both of them. Now she felt bad for going home like that. Besides, what was she going to do in the place with her damn A/C conked out? Her eyes suddenly widened. "Spa day," she said to no one in particular, "Massage. Facial. Avocado Smoothies!" Giving in to that impulsive decision, she flipped aside the cushion. Just as she sat up, she heard a rapid knock on her door. Frowning, she stood up, went to the door, and peered through the peephole. The distorted image of Adam stood on the other side. Oh, right. Then there was that thing with Adam. Lynn pulled away from the peephole and looked aside. She wasn't sure if she could deal with him, right now. Once again, a quick series of knocks echoed through her door. "Lynn?" he called to her, "Open up, please. I know you're in there. I followed your car." He sounded out of breath. Lynn rolled her eyes up and thought for a moment. Finally she said, "Go back to work, Adam." "Are you okay?" She closed her eyes and nodded, "Yes, I'm fine. I just don't feel like going into work today." "Me neither," he replied then coughed. Lynn frowned, then asked, "Are you alright?" "Just winded," he said, "Hot as hell out there today." "Did you bike here?" she asked. "Yeah." God, he was going to collapse from heat exhaustion at her door. Sighing, Lynn reluctantly opened her door. Adam stood on the other side hunched over slightly, his cheeks pink, his hair and neck damp, breathing hard. He managed a grin. "Why would you do something like that?" Adam managed to stand upright. He took a deep breath then tried to speak assuredly, "I wanted to know if you were okay." "I'm fine," Lynn said softly, leaning against her door, "Thanks." "Good. Good," he said nodding. Lynn craned her neck and peered down the hallway. She looked back at him. "How did you get past the security doors?" "La petite grand-mere with the blue hair let me in," he declared with a grin, "Said my smile reminded her of her late-husband." "Don't think yourself all charming. Her cat reminds her of her late husband," Lynn noted. Adam chuckled and then stooped over again and coughed. Lynn instinctively slipped under his arm and helped him steady himself. "God, Adam. You're drenched." He simply nodded. His arm still slung over her shoulders, she guided him into her apartment. As she led him over to the sofa, she paused and looked at his hand. "Adam. What's this?" She examined the reddish-purple welts on two of his knuckles. "Ah, yeah," he lifted his brows as checked his knuckles, as well, "I hit something." Lowering him onto the sofa, she continued to hold his hand and check the bruising. "You hit something?" "To be specific, I hit someone." Lynn pursed her lips. "Someone?" Adam nodded, watching her hold his hand. He winked one eye shut and said, "To be absolutely precise, I hit Dominic." "You hit...?" Lynn dropped his hand, She sighed heavily, "Oh, Adam. Why did you do that?" "I don't know if you have ever noticed," he said, grinning holding up his hands as if he were clutching a ball, "But the man has this big size melon for a head. It's just asking to be hit." Folding her arms and dropping her head, she closed her eyes and said, "That's just so mature of you. That was completely unnecessary." "Yeah. And you know what?" he continued. "What, Adam?" "I dropped him with one punch." Lynn blinked. "Seriously?" With a proud, open-mouthed smile on his face, he shrugged his brows and nodded slowly as he declared, "On...his...ass." An unexpected grin teased itself onto Lynn's lips. She quite liked the way a Frenchman said the word "ass". Her narrowed eyes looked toward the wall a little left of Adam's head as she envisioned the moment when his fist crunched into Dominic's squared jaw. She quickly shook it off, not knowing what had come over her. "Anyway," she said, hands planted on hips, She paused unsure of what to say that could come across as remotely convincing. "Just...don't do that again," she finally said rather half-heartedly. "Quoi?" Adam asked, leaning forward in his seat, "I didn't quite hear you." Lynn frowned, then rolled her eyes and waved her hands dismissively towards him. "I said don't be stupid," she sniped loudly as she turned to walk towards the kitchen, "Just don't go do anything stupid like that again!" Once she was alone in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge, she muttered quietly, "At least not unless I'm there to see it." Adam sat back in his seat and relaxed. He slowly regained his breath. "Geez! It's hot in here, Lynn!" he noted. "No A/C." He looked around the apartment then towards the back sliding-door. "You live on the main floor?" he asked, "Aren't you worried about security?" "I can take care of myself," she shrugged as she walked back to the living room. "I can believe that." She came back holding an ice pack and a sports drink. She held out the bottle. "Merci." Taking it from her, he checked out the cold blue liquid swishing in the bottle. "Better than water for you, right now," she said. "You would know...runner-girl," he replied, nodding. He quickly popped it open and chugged it down. She handed him the ice pack and he gingerly placed it on his knuckles, wincing only slightly. Lynn disappeared into her bedroom and came back again holding a towel. She tossed it to him. "Please don't get sweat all over my sofa," she said half-jokingly. Adam rubbed his head and neck with the towel and then paused. "Should I take off my shirt?" Lynn closed her eyes and sighed, "Just...keep it on for now, okay?" Nodding, Adam simply lifted his shirt and wiped his skin with the towel underneath. When he was done, he handed her back the towel. He ran his hands through his short, damp hair, scrunching it a couple of times until it returned back to it's normal, casually messy style. He smiled warmly up at Lynn. Lynn caught herself gazing long and thoughtfully into his attentive, deep blue eyes. Firming her lips, she pulled over an ottoman and sat down in front of Adam. She drew a deep breath, held it then began, "Adam, what happened last night between us can't ever happen again, okay? Putting aside that the centre would fire us if it found out that we were...intimate...on the property, and that a supervisor was with a subordinate, it was just wrong." Adam leaned forward on the sofa, the smile fading into a stoic gaze as he listened. "I mean we were both wrong," she continued, "I realize I could have told you to stop, but I didn't. I don't know why, but I just couldn't..." Her words trailed off as she struggled to stay focused. She had never seen Adam so passively attentive. She didn't want to waste the opportunity. "I'm not angry with you...though, I think I should be," she went on, the memories of the previous night evidently flooding back to the forefront of her mind, "I think I'm more disappointed in myself." It had been lustful and illicit in the showers. Lynn hadn't felt fearful or intimidated by Adam. As the moments had passed, as Adam moved from one explicit action to another, she had felt nervous anticipation which she should have rejected each time. Instead, it went further and further... "But it's not going to go anywhere," Lynn said, "I just want things to go back to normal with you and me. The way we just hung out before was nice. You should be with someone like yourself and I need to be with..." "Someone like Dominic?" Adam interjected, his brow arching sharply. It was a stiff blow and before the stunned Lynn could reply, he added, "Look, you can't know who I'm supposed to be with and you can't simply say you want a 'mature' guy, meaning someone as old as you or older. That didn't quite work out, yeah?" There was some bite in his tongue than Lynn hadn't been expecting. It sounded to her like she had hurt him and now he was pushing back. "And for some reason, I seem to have a reputation as a guy who hopes into bed from one girl to the next," he griped, "Have you actually seen me do this? Do I have a truckload of women lining up outside my door?" Adam was taking swings at a variety of topics that obviously had been eating away at the seemingly happy-go-lucky guy. Lynn was taken aback. She had definitely been caught up in the rumours about Adam, allowed them to colour her impressions of him. "You know," Adam went on, his voice softening. "When I was with you last night, I wasn't thinking about who I would 'score' with next. I wasn't thinking of you as a notch on my belt." Lynn thought about the focused desire she had felt emanating from Adam the previous night. It was stunning and overwhelming how determined he was. "Tell me, Lynn," Adam said, "Did it feel good last night? Did you feel good?" Lynn's voice squeaked through her open mouth as she tried to figure out what to say. She shook her head slowly. "I'm not going to answer that." "Ah. That tells me enough, then." "I didn't mean...look, Adam. That's not the point. What happened last night was wrong because it's not what I'm looking for right now. I'm not just out for fun or a quick fuck." She hoped her harsh words would sink into the relentless young man. Adam gazed hard at her. "I'm not just out for fun or a quick fuck, either." "Did you seriously thinking you would come over here and we would just screw right now?" Adam said nothing. Lynn sat upright on her seat. She shook her head. "Where do you think this could possibly go for us?" "You keep saying that," he said, his voice steady and firm, "But when any of us get into a relationship, who can say what will happen. It could be the most perfect thing until it suddenly goes down the toilet." Lynn tilted her head. Did he get these ideas out of those magazines he read? "I think we can live and enjoy the here and now and still be serious about each other, you know?" he offered, "Who knows what will happen and if these moments will pass when this summer ends?" "I...," Lynn stammered, staring back at him, denying the ebbing thought that teased the darkest areas of her mind, "I don't think I can believe that." "Lynn..." "Adam," she broke in, "Last night you told me I just had to tell you to stop and you would have stopped. I'm telling you now...stop." Adam sat back. His eyes narrowed slightly. Finally, after a long and silent pause, he put his hands on his knees and nodded. "Alright, Lynn," he said rising to his feet, "Alright." He made his way to the door. Lynn remained on the ottoman, gazing at the empty sofa. "Thanks for coming to check on me. I appreciate that," she said softly. Adam paused by the kitchen counter, patting his shorts' side-pocket. "Sure. Just wanted to know if you were okay," he replied without looking back, then made his way to the door. "Thanks," Lynn said hesitantly, but he had already closed the door behind him. ********** Adam made his way down the hall and out of the building slowly. He felt unusually calm despite how energized he had felt before he arrived at Lynn's apartment. Lots of thoughts were running through his head yet he found he was able to think of them pretty clearly. He walked over to his bike which he had dumped off to the side of the entrance and picked it up off the ground. He smirked as he walked his bike slowly up the pathway. It was true, when he first broke out after Lynn's car as she drove away from the centre, there was a moment when some more overtly carnal thoughts had slipped into his head. With the adrenalin kicking in and the rush of testosterone from laying out Dominic swirling through his blood, he allowed himself to imagine breaking down Lynn's door, declaring his masculine feat, and then taking her to her bed for a few hours. As her car pulled further away from him, though, he realized how stupid that seemed. As he struggled against the waves of heat the noon sun doused him with and as he pumped his legs until he felt they were going to explode, he thought about how Lynn must have been feeling. That thought was what drove him to hit Dominic in the first place. He had needed to know if she was okay. That was the first and foremost thought in his head. Adam wheeled his bike up to the street and stopped. Staring down at the sidewalk he thought more about it. She was okay. That was a relief. They had discussed what had happened the previous night and, despite some differences of feelings about it, she was relatively okay with it, too. That was also a relief. He reached further back to that moment in the showers. Her reluctance had given way to some deeper passions. She had matched his probing kisses with her soft, hungry lips. She had held him close, pulled him in so tight that he had felt her pounding heartbeat against his chest. Her cries and groans had come freely with each of her breaths, never telling him to stop, always urging him on as he pleasured her. They had come so close and he could tell it had taken all she had to strain out a plea to stop. It didn't seem like a rash, impulsive, meaningless encounter. It had all felt like a culmination of months of flirting, familiarization, and subtly building urges on both their parts. Her sweet smell, her beckoning voice, the image and feel of her enticing body filled Adam's head as he stood there on the sidewalk. He realized he was breathing hard again and looked up and around him. His thoughts driving him now, he turned his bike around and headed back to the apartment. ********* The red hatchback remained parked off to the side and across the street from the apartment complex since it had arrived 10 minutes earlier. Cassie sat in the driver's seat quietly. Despite the heat, she had her tinted windows rolled down a crack. It was kind of stupid, she knew. Adam would recognize her car if he noticed it. She didn't really care. That's even if Adam was at Lynn's place. She wasn't quite sure of that. And if he was, she wasn't sure how long he would be there...and what they possibly could be doing together. Over time while she worked at the centre, she always felt like she was sharing Adam with Lynn. Adam and herself were never really committed to each other but she did have hopes that they could eventually be at the same level to be able to go to the next step. Until then, Adam was Adam and flirted and charmed his way around with all the women in the centre. She could tell, though, that with Lynn it was different. He did his usual routine with her to be sure, but Cassie always sensed there was something more going on between them. Their personal conversations, the way Adam would settle down to just talk with her, the way he smiled and laughed with her was different. It made the way he treated Cassie seem kind of generic. The fact that it was with Lynn, though, the bane of her workplace existence dug at her. To think that Adam may have raced off because he was worried about that woman, that he wanted to comfort her...that was something else. Before that last thought churned her mind too much though, she glimpsed and saw Adam emerge from the complex's drive way pushing his bike up to the sidewalk. Again forgetting that he could spot her car if he was looking, she ducked down then slowly peered up through the window. He had turned down the other direction of the sidewalk, his back to her. Cassie eased herself back up in the seat. She watched him take a few steps then stop. Her red lips twisted and slanted to the side as she frowned. On the one hand, she was disappointed to see him there at Lynn's place. She was admittedly relieved, however, to realize they couldn't have actually done much in the time he was there. In fact, he appeared to be a bit despondent from where she was sitting. "Rejected," she whispered to herself. Cassie smirked and sighed. She figured she would wait for him to go around the street corner before starting up her car, but she noticed he had suddenly turned and headed back down the complex's driveway. Cassie's frown immediately returned as he disappeared from her view. After sitting in the car for a few more minutes, drumming her fingers on the wheel impatiently and unconsciously gritting her teeth, she finally got out. ********* Lynn didn't feel like going to the spa anymore. After talking with Adam, struggling with his and her own words and emotions, she felt apprehensive about leaving her apartment once more. Her world outside that door was in turmoil and she knew when to just retreat and call it a day. Pulling herself up from the ottoman, she went to her bedroom. Tossing aside her staff shirt and bra, she slipped into an oversized baby-blue T-shirt, and traded her Capri's for a looser fitting, softer pair of white shorts. Barefoot, she went over to the bedroom window and pulled the curtains apart. A glow of buttery sunlight spilled against her and around the room. Already she felt better and even more so as she slid the window open. It was still warm outside but she could feel her apartment breath out the stale air that had been lingering there since the morning. She went back into the living room and did the exact same thing with the back sliding-door. She admired the trees, flowers, and shrubs dotting the expanse of the garden. It was peaceful and refreshing and she inhaled deeply. The sudden ring of her phone tugged at her. She allowed it to go on for a few seconds, not really feeling like picking it up. It stopped. Lynn held her breath then exhaled a long sigh when it started to ring again moments later. "Alright," she grumbled and walked to the kitchen. Picking up the wall phone, she sighed, "Hello?" "Hey?" Olivia replied, sounding obviously concerned, "How's it going?" Lynn leaned on her fridge and pulled up the hair that had fallen across her forehead. "Oh you know...not bad. Could be better. Could be in the Bahamas," she joked softly. "That sounds like a plan," Olivia said, relieved, "Better than getting smashed." "Oh, that's a plan, too," Lynn replied with tired giggle. "Just wanted to tell you that everything's fine here. Take all the personal time you need. We'll hold down the fort." Summer Boy Ch. 03 The summer seemed endless, Beau thought. He lay back on the bed, trying to nap. His mother's sister, with whom he was living, was at work, and Beau had just finished the day's chores. Beau had shown a renewed commitment to his work the past few weeks, ever since a bout of irresponsibility had led to some... harsh discipline at the hands of the mysterious and powerful man -- Henry -- who twice now had bent Beau completely to his will. Beau shifted so that he lay directly on his back, his arms and legs spread. The room was hot. It was at least 95 outside, and Beau had just finished mowing the lawn and cleaning out the garage in preparation for some yard sale thing his host had planned. He had been drenched in sweat by the time he finished, and had stripped off and rinsed off under the house's only shower, located outdoors. Exhausted from a long morning's work, he wanted to take a nap. The heat was making that impossible. Beau reached his hand down and absent-mindedly snapped the waistband of his small white briefs, the only item of clothing he wore. He cursed himself for being too lazy to do laundry; he would have preferred a loose pair of boxers, but the tight briefs were his last clean pair of underwear. He had just been so tired lately with all the work he had been doing around the house. Once Sarah realized that he was actually going to do what she told him to, she had put the tall, buff 18-year-old to work. Beau raised his neck and looked down at his body. His skin was bronzed from his time in the sun; his muscles rippled even more than when had had arrived. His huge dick strained the fabric of the briefs and left him with a sizeable bulge. He threw his head back and ran his hands through his hair. He was thankful that his chest was naturally smooth; less to keep track of. His shoulder was sore from hauling things out of the garage. Beau thought of how much work he had been putting into the house lately, ever since... Henry. He thought of how helpless he had felt as Henry's strong arms and hands had completely dominated him, how he had begged for mercy only to have his virgin ass completely destroyed by the man's enormous tool. Beau thought of how it had felt to have the man pounding him mercilessly, Henry's hips smashing against his soft ass... Fuck, thought Beau. He realized that the bulge in his briefs had grown. The white cotton could barely contain it. Why did thinking about that day do this to him? How come, as hard as he tried not to, he thought about it when he jerked off? Maybe if he had been able to get some real action around here it would be different; but he hadn't even seen a girl other than his aunt in weeks. At this point he was about ready to -- Beau sat up. He thought he heard footsteps in the house. Was that a voice...? It couldn't be... The door to Beau's room opened. In the doorway stood a girl who looked to be around twenty. Beau was slack-jawed. He hadn't seen a girl so pretty in... he had no idea. She was small, much shorter than he. She had brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. She wore shorts and a tank top and carried a large, clear plastic Starbucks cup, mostly filled with ice. "Oh! Hi!" The girl's eyes were wide; she clearly had not expected what she saw. "I, uh... wow. I'm really sorry for barging in on you like this." She was torn between awkwardly trying to look to the side and meeting the gaze of the large, nearly naked man on the bed in front of her. "Uh, no, that's okay," replied Beau. He was confused by the girl's behavior for a moment, before he realized that he was still on the bed propping himself up with his strong arms, his thick thighs spread, revealing his growing bulge in his small white briefs. "Oh, shit!" Beau covered his bulge as best he could with his hands. "I'm, uh, sorry, just let me get some..." "No, no," the girl said, settling her gaze on the younger man's face. "I'm the one who busted in on you. I'm really sorry. It's just that I was supposed to, like, pick up some stuff for my mom, and... well, I didn't realize that Sarah wouldn't be here. I'm, uh, Shannon." She extended her hand. "Beau." He scooted forward on the bed and extended his own hand. Beau had large hands, but only one wasn't up to the task of concealing his bulge. He caught the girl trying not to stare. He smirked. He wasn't sure if she had expected to find him here or not, but he could tell she thought he was hot. Not that he blamed her. Might as well give her something to look at, he thought to himself. "So," Beau removed both hands from his package and again used them to prop himself up on the bed. He kept his legs spread. "What brings you to my bedroom, Shannon?" He flashed her a wide, white smile. It had been a while since he had gotten to really flirt with a girl. "I... ah, sorry," she laughed nervously. "My mom is friends with Sarah. She asked me to come over here and pick up some stuff before the yard sale." She tried to keep her eyes fixed on the boy's, but she couldn't help but let her eyes wander downward, to his cut, tan chest and stomach, and the white briefs that looked liked they were about to burst. She could tell that he wasn't hard, and still his cock looked enormous. Beau could practically feel the girl's eyes sliding over his abs and his bulge. His smile only widened. He planted his feet on the bedroom carpet and stood up. He put his arms in the air and stretched, giving his visitor a totally unobstructed view of his ripped body. "Ooooh, right." He lowered his arms and rested his hands on his hips. "Sarah said somebody might be coming by to pick some things up before the sale." He almost laughed at the girl's attempts not to ogle him. "You, uh, need me to help out? I've been doing a lot of work today already, but for you..." He flashed her another smile. Beau imagined how he was going to throw her down on the bed, slam her against the wall, make her scream when he fucked her with his rock-hard cock. "Wow, um, yeah, I mean, that'd be great." She attempted a drink from her straw, forgetting that she had finished it on the way over. She smiled at the boy sheepishly. Beau took a step forward, keeping his hands on his hips. His buff, nearly-naked form was now only a foot away from the girl. "Looks like your drink is gone." Shannon regained her composure. The boy had caught her off-guard, and she couldn't deny that she was taken in by his bold attempts at flirting, his showing off. She thought she should take the opportunity to flirt back. "Yeah, I guess it is." She popped the lid off the cup and withdrew an ice cube. "Not these, though." She placed the cube on her tongue and swallowed it, smirking at the boy's attention to her lips. "You want one?" "Sure." He kept his hands on his hips. His briefs rode even lower than before as a result of the stretching, and his bulge had increased in size since Shannon entered the room. He opened his mouth to accept the ice. Shannon, still smirking, took a cube from the cup and held it squarely against the center of the boy's chest. Her smile widened at the gasp she elicited from Beau when the ice hit his skin. Beau furrowed his brow and returned the girl's smirk, but kept his hands in place. "Not what I expected." "Mm. But refreshing anyway." She slowly slid the ice cube downward, leaving a cool trail of water on the muscled chest. The boy remained motionless. In fact, his eyes didn't leave hers. The ice disappeared by the time she got halfway down his rippling abs. Damn, she thought. She had hoped to have an excuse to slide her hand down the front of his briefs. She settled for the twitch she saw in his bulge when a drop of cold water made its way into his waistband and presumably hit the base of his dick. "Want another?" He took a step forward. His buff form was now inches away from the smaller woman. He felt powerful, in control, knowing how much she wanted him. He debated whether he'd have her give him a blowjob before he fucked her. "How about you first. Not fair, me being the only one without clothes on." "You've got clothes on." She gestured toward his briefs. "These?" He snapped the waistband of the underwear against his hip. "I don't think these count." "Then lose 'em." "How 'bout you first." He flashed her that devilish grin, his eyes boring into hers. He took a small step toward her. She laughed nervously. She could feel the heat emanating from his body. She had to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact; the boy had nearly a foot on her. "How old are you, anyway?" "Eighteen. You?" "Twenty-one. You're just a little boy." "Not that little." "Drop these and prove it." She hooked a fingertip into the front of his briefs. "And what'll you give me if I do?" "Mm. I can think of a few things." Beau reached his arms around the girl and cupped her ass, pushing her into him. Shannon hadn't planned on being seduced by a younger man like this, but she found herself practically swooning once she was pressed against his hot, hard chest, feeling his strong arms around her. "I... ah..." "Shh. Don't worry; I'll lose the shorts soon enough. But first, lets --" "I can't believe my goddamn eyes." Beau was petrified. Not here. Not now. He paused for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly shifted his eyes to the side. There stood Henry. The man somehow seemed to get bigger every time Beau saw him. He stood in Beau's doorway, looking as if he could snap the doorframe with a shrug. He was more dressed-up than Beau had ever seen him, wearing a short-sleeved button-down with his usual jeans and work boots. His graying hair was cropped close, and Beau could see the salt-and-pepper stubble that had rubbed his shoulder raw when Henry had fucked his then-virgin ass. Henry's arms were crossed, and there was fire behind his eyes. "Ow, you're hurting me," protested Shannon. She attempted to extricate herself from the boy's arms, which now were inflexible as granite. "I'm sorry about this, sir." She grunted. "Get off! Sheesh." She brushed herself off and shot a dirty look at Beau. She faced the new arrival. "Sorry, again. We didn't hear you come in." "Mm." The man didn't take his eyes off Beau, nor did his expression change. "And what is it I interrupted, boy?" Beau's eyes hadn't left Henry's since they met them. He had only been able to stare, his mouth hanging open. "We were just..." Shannon started. "I know your mother, young lady. She says you're a good girl. But I asked this big idiot over here a question. What is it I interrupted, boy? You should know by now that I don't like to repeat myself." "I... uh... sir, we were just, um..." The last time Beau saw Henry, it had been over his shoulder as the man shot his load deep inside Beau's ass. Seeing him again, let alone in his bedroom, was surreal. Beau was currently wearing the most clothes Henry had ever seen him wear -- this was the first time Henry had seen Beau not naked -- yet he somehow felt more vulnerable than ever. As the realization that Henry was here hit him, he instinctively stood straight with his arms at his side. Shannon decided it was best to keep quiet. She wasn't sure what the relationship between these two was, but she knew she had missed something. The boy who had previously been seconds away from seducing her was now himself completely under their visitor's control. She could sense it just from Beau's body language. "Yeah, yeah. I know what you were doing. In Sarah's house, while she's gone, no less. Shoulda known you'd need more than one lesson. God above, but I've never seen a boy dumb as you." Henry crossed the room and stood inches away from Beau. He looked the boy up and down; he couldn't repress a smirk at the boy's straining white briefs. "Thought I told you to mind Sarah and stick to your chores. And here I find you trying to put your punk moves on a nice young girl. I thought I made myself clear. Guess not though." Beau's eyes were wide. It was bad enough that Henry was here at all, bad enough that he was barely covered by his briefs when the other two in the room were fully dressed, but on top of that there was the possibility that Henry was going to humiliate him in front of Shannon, totally killing any chance he'd ever have with the girl. "Hey, uh, why don't you just take off, Shan. Text me later." Henry gave Beau a quick, sharp slap to the face. Though Henry barely had to flick his wrist, Beau's head snapped to the side. "You the one giving out orders here, boy? That's not how you address a lady. Shoot, I have more work to do on you than I thought. You just stay where you are, young lady. This might be instructive for you, too." Henry roughly grabbed the hair at the back of the boy's head. Beau quickly thought over his options. The last time he tried to fight back against Henry, he wound up with a black eye. Beau was stronger now than he was then, but he knew that the older man could kick his ass without breaking a sweat. He wasn't sure what Henry had in store for him, but he doubted it'd be more embarrassing than getting his ass kicked by someone more than twenty years his senior. But letting himself be manhandled in front of the girl wasn't going to help either; he had to be a man. He figured that Henry would rather back off than have a confrontation in front of the girl. Beau reached one hand around his back and grabbed Henry's wrist where the older man had a hold of his hair; he placed the palm of his other hand on Henry's chest. "Hey, fuck you, man. Get your hands off me, and get the fuck out of my room before I kick your ass." Beau looked the older man straight in the eye. Henry didn't even bother responding. He dragged the struggling Beau by the back of his head to the bed, and with one swift motion flipped the boy so that he lay on his stomach across Henry's lap as he sat on the bed. Henry held him down with a single arm. He could tell the boy had gotten stronger, but he was still nothing compared to Henry. As before, he chuckled to himself as the boy squirmed. Even moreso now, as Beau lay across his lap, his bubble butt in the air and straining the cotton briefs, and his beefy legs kicking helplessly. Shannon was taken aback. She completely understood now why Beau had become obedient the minute Henry had walked in the room. The older man could toss even the tall, buff boy around like a rag doll. She was amazed that the stud she had been about to let fuck her was now lying completely helpless across the older man's lap. She wasn't sure whether to leave or stay and watch. "Hey!" Beau shouted in desperation. He attempted to wriggle free, but he recognized this feeling of helplessness from the time Henry forced him to the ground. As much as he flailed his arms and legs, Henry's vice-like grip refused to fail. "Fuck -- come on, man, just let me up. I'll fucking -- just fucking let me up" "Boy, if you're gonna act like a spoiled fuckin' brat, that's how I'm gonna treat you. I'm gonna do what your mama shoulda done years ago. " With the hand that wasn't currently occupied pinning the wriggling youth, Henry roughly yanked down Beau's briefs, revealing his large, but toned ass. Beau was mortified. He looked toward Shannon, who was gazing wide-eyed at his bare ass. WHACK Beau shouted. Henry had brought his large, strong hand down hard on Beau's ass. A girl or two before had playfully spanked Beau, but this was different. He had never felt a blow like that on his ass. He heard himself making pathetic whimpering sounds, but he couldn't stop. Shannon couldn't look away. She saw that the man's huge hand left a large, bright red imprint where he had just struck. She put her hand to her mouth. She had never seen a guy as big and strong as Beau get completely owned and humiliated like this. She would have been lying had she said she wasn't intrigued. WHACK Beau again shouted as Henry's hand laid another harsh blow on the soft skin of his ass. Beau was still thrashing, but he knew he wasn't getting anywhere. He had a vague idea that he looked silly with his legs kicking behind him, but he'd do anything to avoid the pain of another -- WHACK WHACK "PLEASE," Beau cried. "Please just stop!" Henry paused, his arm in the air, ready to bring down another spank. "What's that, boy? You're a big strong man when it comes time to fuck around, but not when it's time to accept the consequences?" WHACK "FUCK. Please, please I'll do anything. Sir! Just let me up please!" Henry rested his palm on the reddened mound of Beau's ass. He caressed it softly. "What do you think, girl? You think this dummy's learned his lesson?" Shannon was speechless. She had seen this man go from savagely slapping Beau's ass to what almost looked like a display of tenderness. Besides, she just saw an 18-year-old boy get manhandled and spanked bare-ass right in front of her. Henry pulled his arm upward once again, ready to continue his assault. "I said, you think he's learned his lesson? Or does he need more punishment?" "SHANNON PLEASE!" Beau locked eyes with the girl. Shannon saw that the once-cocky young stud had tears forming in his eyes, and there was fear in his voice as he pleaded. For his part, Beau was too concerned with the pain to think about how incredibly embarrassed he would be when this was over. "He's learned his lesson! He'll be good. Sir." "Well, well." Henry lowered his hand and gave Beau's red ass a light pat, smirking at the wince it elicited from the boy. "Looks like you better say 'Thank you' to this nice girl for saving your ass, boy. Stand up and make yourself presentable." Henry pulled the boy's briefs back up over his ample round ass, letting the waistband snap against Beau's skin. Finally, he lifted both his arms off the boy. As soon as Beau felt himself free from Henry's steel-cable hands, he shuffled off the man's lap and awkwardly stood. He looked first to his assailant, who sat on Beau's bed with his arms crossed, a stern look on his face. Beau then turned to look at Shannon as he absent-mindedly rubbed his tender ass. He met the girl's eyes, both incredibly humiliated and unaware of how humiliated he'd be in a second. Shannon's eyes were practically bugging out of her skull as she looked at -- "Oh, fuck!" Beau's dick was hard as a rock. His tight, thin briefs weren't remotely up to the task of keeping it covered, and so a good five inches of Beau's cock slipped through the waistband of the briefs, pressed against his abs and throbbing. Beau quickly moved to cover his huge erection with his hands, though his attempts were awkward and insufficient, and he was continually distracted by the pain on his ass. Henry rose and stood behind Beau. "Boy, what did I tell you about standing up straight when I am present? Same goes for this young lady. That means back straight, arms back, boy, unless you think I need to use my belt on you this time." Without hesitation, Beau snapped his head and shoulders back, and stood at attention, his arms at his side. His raging member was now completely visible straining out of his briefs, but Beau would have done anything to avoid more punishment, even further humiliate himself further in front of the girl he had planned on fucking not twenty minutes ago. He couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes. Shannon gaped. She wasn't sure which was more impressive -- the level of control the older man had over the formerly cocky young stud, or the size of said stud's cock, which was even bigger than she had hoped. Had Shannon been able to see behind Beau, where Henry stood, she'd have seen the older man's strong hand find its way down the back of Beau's briefs and quickly find the boy's asshole. Henry pushed against the boy's hole, penetrating him. Beau gasped, and nearly spun around. "Beau?" Shannon asked. "Are you okay?" Summer Boy Ch. 03 This girl had already seen Beau tossed around, manhandled, and spanked. There was no way he was going to let her find out that the man in the room was violating Beau's ass right in front of her. "Y-yeah..." He straightened, Henry's fingertip still probing his hole. "I-I'm uh, okay." "Good," said Henry. "Now, boy, don't you think you should apologize to the lady for ruining her afternoon by making an ass out of your dumb self?" He sank the finger further into Beau's tight ass. "Aahh! Yes! Yes I should!" Beau was trying his best to keep some semblence of composure, but he wasn't used to having his ass played with, especially in front of someone else. For her part, Shannon could tell that something was causing Beau to act like he did, but couldn't figure out what. Fear of further punishment from Henry, she assumed. "It's, uh, it's really okay..." She shifted. "Hey, uh, I should probably go anyway, okay? I can just get my stuff later." "That sounds like a good idea," said Henry. "Boy, why don't you say goodbye to the young lady properly." Henry thrust his finger inside the boy's ass as deep as it would go. Beau couldn't suppress a loud moan as he felt Henry deep inside him. "Ooohhhhhyeeeah you're right. You're right, sir. Yes, sir. Shannon, goodbye." "And?" Henry withdrew his finger and thrust it back in. "And I'm sorry you had to see this!!" Beau was panting. "It's okay. It's, uh... really okay. I'm gonna see both of you later, okay?" She turned and briskly walked out of the room. Beau and Henry, the former with the latter's finger still buried inside him, waited motionless until they heard the front door shut. Beau's hard-on still throbbed. The door slammed. Henry grabbed the back of Beau's neck with his free hand and bent Beau over so that the boy's hands were resting on the bed. "Boy, I didn't want to have to come over here and teach you another lesson, but once again you are dumber than I gave you credit for." He again fucked the boy with his finger. Beau moaned loudly. "Hey! I've been good, sir. I promise. I've been doing Sarah's chores and everything! You don't... you don't need to fuck me again." "Oh, boy. You think that you know what I do and don't need to do? Hell, that's reason enough that you need this." Henry slid his finger from Beau's ass, causing the boy to gasp. In one swift motion, Henry flipped Beau onto his back, roughly pulled down his briefs, and threw them across the room. "There you go, boy. Easier for me to work on you big, dumb jackasses when you're bare-assed. Plus, this looked like it was gettin' hurt in that fucking ridiculous underwear." Henry slapped Beau's giant throbbing tool as he positioned himself between the boy's legs. Beau lay with his legs spread, watching as his engorged cock swayed back and forth. He knew that instinctively, he should be fighting back, or at least running, as he felt the older man push his legs apart, leaving Beau completely vulnerable. Beau knew, however, that there was nothing he could do. By this point, he knew that Henry could use him any way he wanted, including fucking his ass, and there was nothing Beau could do about it. "Please, sir, just --" Henry put a hand over Beau's mouth. "I told you last time, boy. This'll go easier for you if you're not stupid. You wanna try hitting me again like last time? You're a little stronger now; I can tell. You think you can take me?" Henry removed his hand. "N-no." Beau knew he was stronger than before, but he had been utterly incapable of escaping when Henry was hammering his ass earlier. "Thought not." Henry removed his own button-down and stripped off his wife-beater, revealing his chiseled chest, covered with salt-and-pepper hair. "You're gonna see me do it this time, boy. Don't worry; I know how you like it." Henry smirked. In spite of the boy's protests, he still sported a rock-solid hard on. Henry gave it another slap. Henry undid his own pants and discarded them along with his boxers. He was now as naked as Beau. Beau took in the massive man in front of him. Having gotten fucked from behind last time, Beau never saw Henry naked before. He could see now why the older man was able to toss him around like he was nothing. Henry looked like he had been carved from stone. Beau watched in a daze as Henry lubed up his massive dick -- even bigger than Beau's huge tool -- with his own saliva and positioned it at Beau's hole. "S-sir... please, come on. You don't have to --" Henry pushed in and the head of his cock sank into the boy's tight ass. Beau shouted. If anything, the tool invading his ass felt even bigger than it had last time. He didn't care if the entire town could hear. It also felt different entering him while he was on his back than it had when he had taken it face-down. His mind went blank as he felt the older man penetrate him. The last time, Henry had taken him by force. This time, Beau had resisted less. He felt even more under the man's power. Beau couldn't figure out what it meant. Henry grabbed one of Beau's massive legs in each hand and pulled them up as he continued to sink the length of his cock into the boy's ass. "You like that, boy? You feel me filling you up? I thought I broke you last time, but this time you're really gonna listen." Henry placed Beau's legs on his shoulders and leaned down over the boy, pushing his massive cock entirely inside him, and pinning his arms back with his massive arms. "FUCK" Beau shouted. He could barely form the word amidst his shouting. The man's cock was hitting places inside him that Beau didn't even know were there. He could feel his own cock practically exploding, and looked down to see that he was dripping precum over his abs. He was so disoriented by the massive tool impaling him that he hadn't even noticed how much he was moaning. "Goddamn, boy. You sound like a proper whore. Looks like you were meant to have your legs spread." Henry pulled out and thrust completely inside again. "Ain't that right?" Beau couldn't form words, but continued to moan and shout loudly. "I said, ain't that right?" Henry smashed his cock as deep inside Beau as it would go, and gyrated his hips, screwing his huge manhood into the boy. "YES, SIR! FUCK, SIR! I'M YOUR WHORE!" "Damn straight." Henry smacked Beau on the side of his face. "And I'm gonna fuck you like one." Beau could barely tell what was happening. In one smooth motion, Henry lifted Beau, whose legs were still on Henry's shoulders, off the bed and slammed his back against the wall. Beau was now being supported by the wall, his legs on Henry's shoulders, and Henry's enormous tool impaling his ass. "HOLY SHIT" cried Beau, as he instinctively wrapped his forearms behind Henry's neck. The position was driving the cock deeper in his ass than Beau thought possible. Yet for Henry, supporting Beau's weight and continuing to thrust into his tight ass seemed effortless. If anything, Beau was getting fucked faster and deeper at the same time. The sounds of Henry's hips hammering Beau's ass were completely drowned out by Beau's moans. "There you go, boy. Knew you'd like getting fucked like a bitch." Henry fucked the boy as hard and fast as he could. "Hell, I'd ask you just how much you like it, but I doubt you can say much right now. Fuckin' whore for my cock. Boys like you with big cocks flopping around, you never know how much you need a hard fuckin' dick, a man, to tame you." "YES, SIR. FUCK." Beau just managed to get the words out amidst his moans. Henry shifted positions again, supporting Beau with his strong arms and his hard cock, and slammed the boy back onto the bed, his ankles practically over his head. He drilled his dick in and out of the boy's hole. "You gonna obey me this time, boy?" Beau felt like his dick was going to explode just from how hard he was getting fucked. He couldn't choke out any more words. "I said, are you going to obey me, Beau?!" Henry slammed into the boy's ass as hard as he could and twitched his cock. Beau could feel the man's cock spasm inside his ass, and it sent him completely over the edge. "YES, SIR! I'LL OBEY YOU, SIR!" Beau couldn't take it anymore, and grabbed his own throbbing tool and gave it a few quick strokes. Beau's cock began to shoot thick ropes of cum all over the boy's smooth chest, his face, into his mouth, wide open from moaning. Henry could feel Beau's ass contracting around his massive tool as the boy came. He slammed Beau's tight ass as he began to shoot his load deep inside him. He held one of Beau's legs in each massive hand and exploded inside the boy. Both Henry and Beau were breathing heavily. Henry slumped slightly and propped himself up with a hand on Beau's chest. He looked down at the boy, whose eyes were closed, drenched in his own cum. Henry wiped some of the cum off the boy's chest with his thumb and held the thumb to Beau's mouth. "Taste." Without question, Beau took the man's thumb in his mouth, sucking his own cum off of it. He opened his eyes and locked them with Henry's. Beau didn't know what it was about the man that did this to him, but at the moment he couldn't question it; he would do whatever Henry said. He felt Henry slide his cock from his ass, and felt empty. "Clean yourself up, boy." Henry held his clothes in his hand and stood before Beau naked. He made no attempt to cover himself. Beau noticed the difference between he and Henry. When Beau was naked in front of a girl he'd just fucked, he preened and strutted. Henry didn't need to. Beau had never seen anyone so confident and comfortable. "Next time I see you, you better not give me reason to do that again." Henry turned and sauntered, still naked, out of the room. Beau lay back in bed, still covered in cum and sweat, and tried to process what had just happened. It wasn't just that the man had come into his room and, once again, completely destroyed his ass. It was that Beau had... enjoyed it? But that was impossible. He wasn't a faggot. He fucked girls. Hard. Beau thought he heard the front door shut again, and walked naked to the bathroom to clean up. After wiping himself down with some paper towel, Beau returned to his room and tried to find something to wear. He settled on the briefs that had been violently torn off his body not long ago. Thankfully they weren't ripped. He put them on and looked down at his package, marveling at how little the cotton had done to conceal his hard-on. He thought of what Shannon must think of him, and whether he cared. He heard the door shut again. Footsteps approached his room. A knock. The door opened. "Beau!" Sarah stood in the doorway. "What are you doing in here? Put some damn clothes on! We have a dinner guest." Sarah threw the door the rest of the way open. He stood behind her. "This is Henry. He came by to pick up some things before the yard sale, and I ran into him just as he was pulling up to the house. Now put on some damn pants and help me with dinner. God, I'm sorry, Henry. Sweet kid, but dumb as a box of hammers sometimes." "I know his type," said Henry. "Believe me." To Be Continued... Summer Boy Ch. 03 "Thanks," Lynn said, "I'm really sorry about running out like that, though." "Don't worry about it." "Are...," Lynn hesitated, "Is he still there?" "Uh, no. He left," Olivia said slowly, "They both did." "Ah, well, okay," Lynn said then paused and waited. She realized Olivia wasn't going to tell her about Adam hitting Dominic. "Um...Adam went chasing after you on his bike, I think," Olivia finally said. Again Lynn paused and thought about it then said, "Yeah? I didn't see him. Probably had to go climb a tree or something." "Well, maybe we'll call him to make sure he's okay," Olivia remarked, "And if he is, then we'll beat him like a piñata for running off like that...or would you prefer to reserve the right to do so?" "You're very considerate," Lynn chuckled, then added, "But I think I'm going to have a bit of lunch then go take a nap." "M'kay. Glad you're alright. Just take it easy and maybe we'll see you tomorrow?" "Yes. Thanks, Olivia." Lynn hung up then remained standing up against the fridge thinking. Surprisingly, she barely held a thought for Dominic except for how frustrated he made her. No, for some reason, there was only one person she was thinking about right now, and she was having major difficulty sorting out her feelings while she did so. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply for a second. When she opened them, she finally noticed the folded piece of paper resting on her kitchen counter along with a tiny gift box. Standing upright, she reached for the box first and popped open the lid. Two delicate and obviously home-made candy balls were contained within. She gingerly picked up one. It was soft from the heat but still held its shape. Taking a nibble, her mouth was instantly filled with the flavour of sweet maple and nippy rum. It was sugary but it wasn't that which filled her with a rush of instant satisfaction and tantalizing warmth. Popping in the rest of the rum ball, she savoured it, allowing it to simply disintegrate in her mouth as picked up the piece of paper. It was a letter from the University of Moncton. Lynn walked around the counter to her living room as she read through the French print carefully but she didn't have to do so twice. Her expression was blank the moment she realized it wasn't a simple acceptance letter, but a confirmation of enrolment and start date for the fall semester. Before she realized it, her heart suddenly sank. "I'm gone in a month." Lynn jumped back, her eyes wide as she glared towards her back door. She gasped, "Adam! Wha-what..." Adam stood on the other side of the screen door, his hands in his pockets. He wasn't in his typical aloof stance, though, and there was serious weight in his expression. "Less than a month, I suppose," he went on, "I'm quitting the centre just before summer is over." "Adam, why are you still here?" she asked anxiously. Her heart continued to pound faster. "So I guess you're right about thinking how we couldn't have a long-term relationship," he spoke past her question. It was as if their lines were crossed. Lynn closed her eyes as she talked, "We have to stop thinking about that. It's not going to get us anywhere..." "So you have been thinking about it as well?" Adam jumped in. "That's not what I meant..." Adam slid the screen door aside. "Can't what we do right here, right now, mean something?" "Please, Adam," Lynn said, "You have to stay outside." "I can't," he replied, stepping inside. There was an odd strain in his voice. Lynn could see the look in his eyes as he approached her. To her own dismay, it wasn't a wild, intimidating look. His mesmerizing blue eyes had a serious look, a determined look, one of unhindered and tenacious desire. She recognized that look. It made her shudder. It was the look of temptation --ten-fold the intensity-- from the previous night. It seized Lynn and held her on her spot on the floor even as he came within inches of her. Adam's cell-phone rang in his pocket. That would be the community centre, Lynn thought. Neither of them looked away from the other. Adam pulled it out of his pocket, killed the ring with a press of a button and flung it aside on the couch, his eyes always on Lynn. They proceeded as if nothing had happened, She felt the blood racing through her body, warming her skin, blushing her cheeks. She looked up at him, into those inviting eyes of his, and pushed words past her quivering lips breathlessly, "A-Adam...you have to..." "Don't say it," Adam interrupted, shaking his head slowly, "Because I can't. I just can't." Her lips fluttered open and closed, unsure of what to say, astonished by the words she thought she might speak. "I don't know what else to do, Lynn," he said softly, and remained unmoving before her. Lynn gazed long and hard at him. There was no cocky sneer on his lips, no wink in his eyes, no playful arching of his brow. He really was at a loss, acting and speaking purely on nerves and a raging heart which she could hear beating as she stood in front of him. Its rhythm was being matched by her own. She blinked, shaking her head, at a loss for words and trying to keep a semblance of her senses intact. But they were all betraying her. Her eyes couldn't look at him clearly. She inhaled the heady scent of the sweat on his body. She could hear the genuine urgency and longing in his voice. She wanted to feel him and taste him. It was too damn hot in her apartment to think properly. "Tell me what to do," Adam said. "Wh-what?" Adam closed his eyes and spoke like he was losing his vocabulary, "Tell me what to do...because I want you so much." "Adam..." It ached to utter his name but she couldn't stop saying it. "Je te désire, Lynn," he repeated as he reopened his eyes. He reached toward her and touched her soft, dark hair with his fingers. Lynn didn't flinch. She felt the heat from the palm of his hand near her face. It beckoned her like everything else about him. It pushed every other thought of her head, allowing no room for reasoning. "I want to make you feel good, Lynn," he breathed, his voice soft yet rich and deep. He leaned forward, slowly bowing his head towards hers, "But I need you to tell me what to do." She watched his lips part slightly and move closer to her, angling for position. She felt his hand slide around to the back of her neck, tangling in her bob of hair. Slowly, she tilted her chin upward. A shuddering breath pushed apart her small red lips, "Tell me. Tell me," Adam whispered seductively, "Tell me what you want me to do." Her lids settled low over her narrow, dark brown eyes as she looked at him with a tantalizing inviting gaze.. With Adam's lips a breath apart, she swallowed and breathed, "Adam...I...I want you...mmm." Their lips locked in a lustful, surging kiss. It instantly spiked their desire for one another. They both wrapped their arms around each other, clinging in a desperate embrace. They melted into each other from both the heat that surrounded them and boiled within them. They squeezed their eyes shut, and practically shook from the forcefulness of their passion. "Uhh...Adam," Lynn mumbled and moaned, her mouth already full with the young man's probing tongue. She clutched tightly at the back of his shirt. Adam blanketed her with his long arms and hands, holding her slender body against his, lifting her to her toes. His lips were in constant motion, melding with hers, tasting her. He felt her nimble tongue entwine with his -- slippery, warm, tantalizing. It drove him on with feverish urgency. Lynn felt like her heart was throbbing up her throat, she could barely breath. A flicker in the back of her mind illuminated the moment. It was the one that was telling her all along that this was wrong, that this wasn't what she should be looking for at this time in her life. Adam attacked her soft neck with open-mouth kisses and licks and whispered deeply, "I want you, Lynn. Mmm, I want you so much." His words doused that lingering flickering thought for the moment. Lynn leaned her head back, gulping in breaths of air as he continued to work her neck with his lips. Sliding a hand around her round bottom, Adam cinched her pelvis against his crotch. Lynn felt a very pronounced twitch from beneath his shorts, nudging against her. It was an explicit reminder to prepare for what was to come in the next few minutes. With that, Lynn tangled her fingers into Adam's short, spiked, sandy hair and pulled his head back. Allowing a moment to catch a breath, she saw his sharp cheek bones were blushed red, his whole smooth face glowing from perspiration. She pulled his mouth towards hers locking together once again. Like a sports car given the green light on a 100 mile stretch of empty road, Adam surged forward with a roar, unimpeded, relentless. With firm hands and strong arms, he hoisted Lynn up and carried her to her bedroom, her legs wrapping around his waist. Unlike the time he had carried her during the Staff Challenge day, she wasn't hysterical or thrashing about. She felt so light in his arms. It was the intoxicating weight of the moment that sped him into her bedroom. Once inside, he reluctantly eased her back to the floor at the edge of her bed, her body sliding down against his. The sunlight spilled into the Lynn's bedroom from through the window bathing everything in a hazy glow. A damp heat enveloped them but it didn't slow them down. As they continued to share indulgent, hungry kisses, Lynn tugged at the bottom of Adam's shirt, lifting it up. He needed little encouragement to reach down and yank it up. As he pulled it over his head, he revealed a smile to Lynn. It was a boyish, handsome, and gentle smile. The absence of any cockiness in his expression surprised Lynn but also made him even more attractive. Lynn managed to return his smile with one of her own, but it was quickly squelched by another series of driving, moist kisses. She pressed her hands against his chest, rubbing her palm and fingers across his smooth, muscular body, feeling downward along his svelte V-shaped frame. Adam pulled away from her lips and crouched down low, almost to her belly. Starting at both sides of her hips, his hands pushed slowly upwards, indulging in the feel of her smooth skin as he raised her shirt. Every inch of revealed flesh he caressed with his lips. Past her small, round and pert breasts he lifted her shirt and, as she took over to pull it over her head, he wrapped his mouth over one while cupping his palm and fingers around the other. Her soft breast filled his mouth and he swirled and curled his tongue around her stiff nipple. Lynn took short breaths of air through her mouth, lacing them with subtle gasps and trembling groans as her breasts tingled at his incessant touches and kisses. She looked down, watching him expertly indulge in her giving body, covering her skin with his glistening saliva. She rubbed his bare back with her hand. It was slick with perspiration. Her other hand continuously dragged through her hair, pushing it back as it fell over her face. Adam's hands slid around the back of her waist, then downward, slipping his fingers under the bands of both her shorts and panties. He pushed them over her round, firm bottom. Lynn shifted her hips and legs slightly as he pulled them down to her ankles then off her feet. Crouching on the floor, Adam leaned back holding her panties in his fist, rubbing the silky material in his fingers. He grinned upward at Lynn again, The natural light seemed to wrap around her body, highlighting her supple, slender curves and light almond flesh. "So beautiful," Adam said approvingly. Lynn chewed her bottom lip. She continued to rub Adam's hair and cheek, unable to stop touching him. It was driving her crazy how much she wanted to feel more of him on her body...in her body. "Lie back down," he said to her, still crouching. Lynn sat down on the bed and began sliding herself to the top of it. But Adam moved forward and suddenly grabbed her ankles. She let out a quick, gasping yelp, falling on her back as he pulled her back to the edge of the bed. Kneeling there, he draped each of her legs over his broad swimmer's shoulders and wrapped his hands over her thighs. "Huhn!" Lynn groaned, tossing her head back and blinking towards the ceiling as she felt his tongue press against her slit, then slide up and down. He fingered her folds apart, going deep into her inner flesh and exposing the hood of her clit to his oral assault. "Ahh-Adam! Uhn, God!" Lynn moaned languidly. It was a familiar sensation --she had felt his touch the night before-- but it was no less welcome or effective. Her back arched and twisted severely as an illicit electric fire shot through her. Adam painted her pink flesh with his tongue, and sank a finger into her tight, moist hole. He pulled at her clit with his lips and teeth, He panted hot breath on her tender skin. He felt her bare heels dig into his back and he held onto her tight with one hand as she bucked her hips up off the bed. Lynn's breathing was erratic, interrupted by dry gulps and shuddering groans. There was a twisted strain on her pretty, pink face as she looked down and watched Adam skilfully work her sensitive slit. She pulled at his hair but he was relentless, driving his tongue faster, deeper, following his finger as he pumped it in and out, over and over. Another deft shift of his hand and his finger slid down the tight crack of her bottom, circling and tapping the rim of her anus "Ohh! Oh God!" she cried out, her voice quavering. Her heels locked behind his back and she pulled violently at his hair. She suddenly froze, holding her breath, then loosing a deep groan through her yawning mouth, "Ahh-uhn!" She twisted her torso to the side as she felt her body release a rush of dripping warmth over Adam's fingers and hand. He continued to slide his finger rhythmically in and out of her, drawing forth more of her wetness. Lynn's eyes stared off to a corner in the ceiling, dreamy, her thin black brows pinching up and together. Still twisting to the side, her body swayed as she regained her breath with shuddering gasps. As she felt Adam's finger and tongue finally withdraw, she settled back flat on the bed. She sucked in her lips as she breathed through her nose, trying to moisten them, gulping in between soft moans. She pushed her palm over her damp forehead, pushing her perspiration through her hair. Though her body slowly began to recover from that exquisite release, she had barely much time to think as she caught Adam rising to his feet at the base of the bed, looming over her. Adam steeled himself, his tight abs contracting as he tried to steady his breaths. Hearing Lynn's groans and the way she called his name just a moment ago had nearly sent him into overload. His blood had surged to an unbearable, throbbing point in his body. As he stood, he felt his length straining hard for its release from beneath his shorts. Looking at the alluring, toned body of the woman presented before him on the bed right now just ramped up that demand. God, he never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Lynn, right now. With only the sounds of their accentuated breaths filling the room, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, flat, square packet. He placed the corner of it between his teeth and held it there as he unbuttoned his shorts. This is where Lynn had told him to stop the night before, unable...unwilling...to envision what would have happened if she hadn't done so, telling herself at the time that it wasn't what she wanted. But not now. Now, she didn't say stop --she didn't say anything-- as Adam unbuttoned his fly and let his heavy cargo shorts drop to the floor. Instead, she allowed her anticipation to continue to dismiss any lingering doubts that remained in her head...if only for now. For now, she would say nothing. For now, her tingling body and her pounding heart told her what she wanted. Adam bent down as he tugged down his boxer shorts, and pulled them off along with his heavy shoes, dumping the remainder of his clothing off to the side on the floor. Lynn watched him, her breaths suddenly quickening again, as he stood upright. As the sunlight filtering into the room wrapped around Adam, her eyes were drawn down from his handsome-cute face, down his cut, youthful body, and to his impressive length, rigid and angled at full attention. Slowly she pulled herself back up to the head of the bed, feeling her pillows at her back. The packet still in his teeth, Adam reached for it and tore it open with a deliberate tug of his fingers. He spat out the packing as he took the condom and applied it to the top of his cock, rolling it down with gentle ease. Then he slid onto the bed and crawled up between Lynn's legs, spreading them a little further apart with soft touches of his fingers. He curled over her, kissing her flat, creamy belly, feeling it tremble under his lips. Always moving upward, he suckled on each of her breasts and fondled and teased them with his fingers, plying her nipples to straining attention. "Uhh...Adam," Lynn swooned, turning her face against the soft pillow. She blinked and when she opened her eyes and looked upwards again, she saw Adam's face. He was over her now, smiling warmly, brushing her hair gently with his fingers. He offered her a series of impossibly soft kisses on her lips and she accepted them without reservation, grasping at the back of his neck. The tenderness he was displaying was in bewildering, stark contrast to the bold, brash shaft of hardened desire she felt lower down. His weight shifting down to his waist, Adam settled between Lynn's thighs, spreading her legs even further apart. His cock brushed against her soft skin, twitching with intensity. Reaching back behind his neck, he took one of Lynn's hands and brought it forward. Giving her palm and wrist a few tender kisses, he guided it down between them, lifting his hips so he could slip her hand down to his crotch. Lynn felt him wrap her fingers around his cock. A micro-thin layer of latex and soft skin covered a hard, throbbing shaft of muscle. It felt so warm. It's length was as imposing as it was desirable. She caressed it gently with her fingers before nudging it down, leading his thick tip to the edges of her slit with gross intent. She rolled her hips gently, positioning the head of his cock, before letting go and returning her hand back around his neck to pull him in for another deep kiss. They were at the cusp now, second thoughts and reservations about to be breached and left behind for good. Their desire for one another seemed boundless in its intensity as they kissed, held each other close, and delighted in the feel of one another's hot, nude bodies. They were trying desperately to savour this moment, to indulge in the agonizing anticipation. Adam leaned up and looked over Lynn's glowing face. He steadied his breathing to match her rhythm. "Okay?" he said, then swallowed unsteadily. Lynn shifted slightly beneath him, her hands on his shoulders. She tightened her lips and held her breath, then nodded once. With a purposeful roll of his hips, Adam sank his shaft into Lynn with one smooth and true thrust. His head listed upward slightly, driving past her outer petals from his tip to his base, and he sighed, "Unn!" "Ah-hn!" Lynn matched Adam's gasp. Through strained eyes, she watched the look of release and satisfaction emerge on the young man's face. He filled her completely, and she felt his cock throb deep within her, driving in to the hilt. As their crotches came together, Adam swiftly broke into a steady rhythm of undulating thrusts. Lynn was delectably tight but he glided into her with broad strokes savouring the tingling warmth wrapped around his stiff cock. Summer Boy Ch. 03 "Uhn! Adam! Ahh!" Lynn groaned between each breath. He felt the woman's slender yet strong legs clasp against his sides, riding higher and higher as the moments passed, spurring him on. The speed of his thrusts intensified. "Unn! Is it good, Lynn?" Adam grunted, "Can you feel it?" "Oh, God! Yes," Lynn moaned aloud. She tightened her tummy, moving her hips and pelvis with his. "Feels so...uhn...fucking good," Adam breathed, "So fucking good, Lynn." His hips fired forward, mashing his crotch against her. He held it there as they locked together in an embrace and kissed deeply, sucking and tugging on each other's lashing tongues. Adam gyrated his crotch against hers, screwing his buried shaft inside of her, eliciting harsh moans of approval from her mouth directly into his. He followed that motion with a series of quick, short bursts, each one drawing a squeaking gasp from Lynn, before lifting away from her and rolling up onto his knees. Never ceasing his incessant thrusting, he raised her right leg and rested it on his broad shoulder, kissing her ankle. His other hand was drawn to her shimmering breasts and he fondled them with firm squeezes. Lynn had a clear view of him. She soaked in the image of his body glistening with sweat, every honed muscle working together like a fine tuned machine. It was so controlled and precise and a beautiful thing to see and even more enthralling to feel. His face, glowing from perspiration and blood, told her everything. He was here for her now, that was all that mattered to him. She felt that weight of his intent and focus with every rapturous thrust he rained onto her. Adam let her leg slip off. He grabbed hold of her hips and pushed her back, propping her up to a reclined position against the pillows and headboard. His strokes were long and deliberate, spiking upward at an angle, raising Lynn's pelvis and bottom up from the bed each time he did. "Uhn! Uhh-hn!" Lynn winced, her stomach muscles tightening painfully like they were in a vice. She braced one hand on his forearm, the other behind and over her head, grabbing the headboard behind her. She licked her lips quickly then groaned hungrily, "Oh my God, Adam! Ohh!" Each time she called his name like that was like a snapping whip to his back side. Like a wild steed, he bucked harder each time. Adam was sucking in air, his body pouring sweat, yet he felt nowhere near close to relenting. This unbelievable sensation coursed through every fibre of his body, fuelling him instead of draining him. Olivia hadn't been quite correct yesterday, Lynn thought through her dreamy ecstasy. Adam was not only at his peak, he was exceeding it, testing his limits as each minute ticked by. If Lynn could utter anything other than moans and his name at the moment, she would give him a stellar grade. Each stroke of his cock was smooth and long. Each thrust of hips was precise and strong. The only thing in the room that was shaky and unsure was Lynn's bed, creaking and straining under the torrid pace the two of them had set upon it. "Uh-uhn...Is it good, Lynn?" Adam strained between his gasping breaths of air, "You like it?" Lynn nodded quickly, her dark hair falling across her face. "Si bon. More, oui?" he continued to call to her, "You want more?" "Ahh...yes! Uhh," she groaned and simply nodded again. "Okay...uhn...okay," he agreed. Lynn felt him withdraw from her completely. His cock was slick and glistening. Sure hands raised her from the bed and guided her over and into a position with her on her knees and both hands on the headboard now. As she turned her head, she saw Adam move up behind her and place a hand on her shoulder. His other hand slid indulgently over the curves of her bottom, temptingly raised before him, before taking up his length and stroking the hard tip against the line of her slit., teasing her for a moment. His grip on her shoulder tightened and with a soft grunt he thrust into her again. "Uhhn!" Lynn tossed her head back and curved her back from the stiff surge of Adam's cock from behind. Both hands securely around her trim waist now, Adam rattled her with vigorous, rapid thrusts. His crotch slapped against her bottom, every inch of his ample length engulfed in Lynn's warmth, while an audible "smack" reverberated through her bedroom. The bed squeaked and rattled, the headboard banging harshly against the wall as his thrusts became increasingly more potent. Rough, raspy groans swelled from deep within both of them and escaped their lips. Both of them had beads of sweat rolling down their faces and backs and necks. Muscles strained and every nerve was alight yet onward they plunged into the pool of their voracious desires. Lynn couldn't believe how impossibly good Adam was. A blend of wild, youthful verve, and energy mixed with an unexpected confidence and strength in his motions made for a powerful sexual tonic. Adam could feel her giving herself over to him completely, putting her trust and confidence in him to appease her longing desires. He wouldn't letter her down. As he drove his hips back and forth and felt his swollen cock slide into her over and over, every thrust declared his intentions. "Ahh! Ah, fuck, Lynn!" he breathed lustily, "So good! Yeah..." He massaged his hand up her smooth, damp back to her head. With a clutch of hair in his fist he tugged at her, pulling Lynn back away from the headboard. Adam's chest met her back as she rose to her knees. He draped his long arms around her, one over her shoulder the other around her waist, holding her as close against his skin as possible. Lynn felt his hand groping at her taut breasts again. She reached a hand up and covered his. Her other hand reached up and behind her shoulder, pulling Adam's head forward. She craned her neck around and her lips were met with a messy, tongue-lashing kiss. Adam's thrusts ended with subtle circular rolls of his hips as his crotch moulded against her round bottom. His other hand slid down her belly and pelvis. He teased and swirled his fingers around on her tender clit. "Oh! Oh, fuck!" Lynn groaned, Their bodies were slippery, sliding together with a sheen of sweat between them. Their stamina, which they had drawn heavily upon in the last few minutes, was in its last reserves. Both of them breathed and gasped erratically heightening the pitches of their incessant groans and moans. Adam leaned hard against Lynn, pushing her body down onto the dishevelled sheets of the bed. Lynn lay flat on the mattress, arms and legs spread-eagle. Her young lover blanketed her, his muscular chest pressing into her back. She turned her head against a pillow, her eyes cinched tight, strands of her hair pasted to her hot, glowing face, she tried desperately to regain her breath through gritted teeth. Her hands reached out and grabbed a clutch-full of sheets. She felt Adam's hands wrap around hers. Like a rolling tide, Adam surged into her. Inches of his rigid cock slid relentlessly in-and-out of Lynn's tenderness. His smooth butt tightened with every forward motion, heightening the potency of each thrust. Yet for all his verve, every second he could feel the immense pressure building up in his aching shaft. He shortened his strokes, and filled Lynn with rapid-fire strikes. "Ah! Ah! Fuck! Adam!" Lynn cried out at Adam's suddenly earnest drives. They rattled her body to her core. The sheets, pulled up from the corners of the mattress, were damp with their perspiration. The bed creaked endlessly, its weary sounds drowned out by the heated groans and cries of the two bodies on the mattress. This is what they wanted. This is what they needed. Two years of familiarity, of dancing and skirting around one another, teasing and playing. There was no playfulness in their actions now. There was passion, lust and determination. Their bodies collided with resounding desire. They had gone well past the second-guessing and thinking of the consequences. It was all about the now and right now, they were giving each other everything they had. "Ahn! Ahn! Lynn! Huhn!" Adam pressed the side of his face against Lynn's. His stomach and buttocks suddenly tightened and he reared his head back and upward, the strain on his body evident by the thick red veins on his neck. Through steeled teeth, he grunted, "Huh-nn! Ahh!" His swollen cock unloaded a torrent of liquid fire, filling the well of the condom. It burst from him like a bottle that had been uncorked, an unbelievable sensation of exquisite release. He continued to tilt his head up, his jaw slack as shorter jets of jism spurted from him. Hearing Adam groan in unbridled ecstasy, Lynn pushed her pink face into the pillow. Her fingers clutched sharply at Adam's, entwining with his. She sucked in one long, deep, momentous breath, then released it with an aching cry, "Ah! Ah! Ha-AHN!" From deep within, Lynn covered Adam's cock with her own flowing juices. She spilled over him, around him, saturating his shaft with her sticky wetness. Her body was electric, trembling, quivering uncontrollably as every muscle and nerve spent every last bit of energy in fulfillment of her climax. She felt him throb inside of her and she matched it with a tender, quivering shudder. "Mmm...unn...," Lynn swallowed and breathed. She pulled his hand close to her, and nibbled on his knuckles as her body continued to swell and subside. Adam finally lowered himself down, again his body blanketing hers. Their skin traded perspiration, beads of sweat rolling down their glistening bodies. He pulled aside her hair that was strewn across her face and moved down to kiss her. Their bodies continued to relinquish their hot energy in an enduring silence as their breaths subsided. Their kisses were tender and passionate as they remained close and connected, the afternoon sun casting their shifting shadows against the walls of the room. The rhythm of their breaths finally eased to a steady, wistful pace as they both succumbed to the heat and their own exhaustion. Adam and Lynn fell asleep in each other's arms. ********* Outside, seated on the grass just below the open window of Lynn's bedroom, Cassie stared ahead blankly. She found herself unable to appreciate the colours of the flowers in the complex's communal garden. What she had just seen and heard had left her in a blind stupor and she had to gather her thoughts together for a very long moment. Every minute she took to collect herself, fed a seething anger that was enough to make her lips twitch crookedly and sharpen the tempo of the breaths beneath her chest. If there was a colour that she did see, it was a red hue. Dark brows knifing down between her eyes, she screwed up her lips to prevent herself from shouting as she glanced back up towards the window. With an unintelligible grumble that still managed to spit fire, she slammed her hand on the ground then stood up and marched back towards her car. A stiff, hot, summer breeze blew behind her. To be continued... Summer Boy Ch. 04 Two years ago... In the dim glow of the red-shaded bedside lamps, Adam and the woman he had only ever known as "Janine" dutifully gathered their clothes which had been laid out on a chaise chair. Silently, they got dressed. Adam walked from the bedside to the window. The fragrance from an oil lamp wafted in the air and he inhaled deeply, drawing an assured breath. Apart from the first time he had entered it, there was something about this room that had always calmed him. Janine slipped on her black bra and then smoothly slid her sheer stockings up her long, smooth legs, clipping them to her garter belt as she stood up from the bed. "You know," the raven-haired woman spoke thoughtfully as she picked up her grey evening dress, "You've really become quite good." Adam, standing by the window with his back to her, stayed silent as he buttoned up his shirt. He enjoyed listening to Janine talk after each of their sessions. Her assessments were always much more rewarding than any of his teachers'. "You have a style now, not just going through a handbook or fumbling your way," Janine mused, "You know what you enjoy and you do those things well." What she said was true, Adam thought. He always seemed more focus, more attentive when he was with her. She pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders, then paused and laughed, "Certainly, practice does make perfect. It must be the swimmer in you. Find your passion for something then hone that skill." Adam smiled to himself. She was a good teacher. He leaned forward and pushed aside the curtains to peer out onto the city streets 10-stories below Janine's condo. It had been raining for most of the weekend, a reflective glow of street-lamps on the numerous puddles made for a melancholy setting below. It mimicked how Adam was feeling right now. Feeling a gentle tap on his shoulder, he turned around and faced Janine. Her full, red lips cast an elegant smile towards him. Then she turned her back towards him and lifted up her flowing hair over her neck. "Zip me up, s'il vous plaît?" she asked. Adam diligently pulled up the zipper of her dress. He finished with a kiss on the back of her exposed neck, drawing a subtle sigh from the woman. The same elegant smile was still on her face as she turned around again. "Merci," she said. Pausing again for a brief moment as she looked at him, she raised her hand, hesitated, then touched his face with her palm and fingers as if she were touching a cool marble surface. Her green eyes searched across his face before settling onto his. "Remember Adam, it goes both ways. A woman has things she enjoys as well." Her fingers moved upwards and played and teased with his soft, light brown hair. She continued, "There's a time when a woman needs to take control of the moment, just as much as when a man needs to do so. Lust and desire are a sensational feeling, but so is patience. Sometimes, just let things build naturally. Let her take over. Enjoy it. Then when the man and woman are both at their pinnacle, it can feel just...rapturous." Janine was beginning to spin off into her flowery notions, again. It was also something Adam enjoyed listening to. The words and ideas suited the woman. He reached for her, resting his hands gently against her hips. The woman he held was the first he would describe as demure and beautiful. It came from deep within, an inner sense of who she was and a refined maturity that served to ease the very subtle lines that were just beginning to threaten to crease her well-kept, glowing skin. He had never looked at a woman other than Janine so closely, so deeply. The younger women he encountered never seemed to sit still long enough for him to do so. There was something to be said about being with a more mature woman, something he was really beginning to appreciate. "And so?" he asked as he continued to hold her, flashing a tight smile and arching his brow, "How did it feel tonight?" Janine's lips stretched open as she softly chuckled. "Oh Adam," she sighed, as she wrapped her hands around his neck, "Still a boy in so many ways, seeking approval like that. That's alright. I love seeing the man in you start to emerge." Adam looked down at the floor between them, grinning. A curled finger on his chin raised his face back up to gaze into her calming eyes. "You were wonderful. You don't need me to tell you that, but I suppose you like to hear it, oui?" He couldn't help but feel a strange swell of pride in his young chest. He nodded once, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Are you sure you have enough left for your tuition after all these visits?" Janine asked, half-jokingly, "University can be expensive, you know." "I have my means," Adam replied with a grin as he reached into his wallet, "There are worse things I could spend my money on." "C'est vrai. Like cigarettes," Janine scolded with a cluck of her tongue. "I don't mind spending on quality," he added. She watched wistfully as he pulled out several bills. Her hand suddenly reached out and touched him on the wrist. Adam looked up quizzically. With a cool shift of her hand, she pushed three of the bills back into his wallet and simply took the remainder into her palm. When his mouth opened to question her, a steady finger interrupted it. Janine pursed her lips and shook her head. "I believe after a night such as this, the compensation is fair," she said. She then took a long deliberate look into his eyes. A faint twinge at the sides of mouth dampened her otherwise long-lipped smile and the light in her eyes dimmed ever so slightly. It caught Adam off guard, but before anything could come of it, she pulled him in for a warm embrace. Adam paused for a moment then reached his arms around her back as held her as well. The two of them sighed together. "Au revoir," she whispered into his ear. This room, this woman...he would never see either of them again. *** * ***** Lynn found herself sitting back on the sofa once again. The summer's afternoon light had faded into night, yet she still looked through the back door window, her eyes not really seeing anything in the darkness. Her mind though, was still alight with thoughts and sensations from earlier on. From behind the closed door of her bathroom, she heard the steady hiss of the shower with intermittent splashes of water. Adam, the young man she had just spent a good portion of the afternoon in bed with, was washing off the heat and perspiration on his body just as she had done a few minutes before. The shower possibly removed the layer of sweat they had both generated on their skin, but the heat was still prevalent in the air and from within. After a rather vigorous and torrid session in bed culminating in an orgasmic climax that was just as much a stress relief as a it was a release of pure passion, Adam and Lynn had each chosen a side of the bed, both lying on their backs, gazing intently up at the ceiling. For several stilted minutes, even after they had both caught their breaths and moistened their parched lips and throats, they remained silent. Lynn couldn't think of what to say, what she should say. She went through the list of options in her head: "That was great!" No. It HAD been...but she wasn't an adoring groupie and she didn't quite feel like inflating Adam's head like he was a warrior claiming a glorious victory. "Again!" That was close –the giddy ache in her stomach seemed to be begging for it-- but it was probably best that she took a step back first. "Oh my God, what have I done?" That wouldn't have been uncalled for but it just didn't manage to come out of her mouth. Maybe eventually it would, but at that point, she honestly, surprisingly, hadn't felt the urge or need to say it. No overwhelming sense of guilt had swept over her. Her life didn't feel ruined. Everything just felt...normal. And she somehow found that troubling. Lying there, pulling the sheet over her nude body even though it was stifling hot in her apartment, she also felt the anxiety of waiting for Adam to say something. What she knew of Adam, his response could have ranged anywhere from "Woohoo!" to "That was special, Lynn". Both seemed rather unsettling to think about at the time. So instead of attempting to do the "pillow-talk" with Adam, she had simply said, "I'm just going to take a shower" then rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. After her shower –which had done very little to quash the heat – she came back to the bedroom wrapped in a towel. Standing at the doorway she asked, "Do you want to take a shower?" Adam smiled and nodded. He got up, gathered his clothes and went to the bathroom, pausing only for a micro-second at the door to look at Lynn. Then she got dressed --putting on a pair of cut-off jeans and black halter-top-- and headed to the kitchen. Now sitting on her couch, leaning forward, elbow resting on crossed legs, chin firmly nestled in a palm, she continued to stare blankly out the window into the evening darkness. Still searching her feelings about everything that had happened that day, she realized that there were a few things she knew she didn't feel: distressed, regretful, embarrassed. No, none of that. The only concern she felt was how difficult it was to admit to herself how good she felt. Some weight had been lifted off her chest and it felt like a light breeze had cleared her mind somewhat. A tingle swept through her then as she actually retraced the time in her bedroom with Adam. The intensity that built from moment-to-moment had been electrifying. As each of her inhibitions fell, she could feel his touch more and more and she was swept away in the cycle. He was so focused and driven, more than anything she had ever expected of Adam. Her body couldn't help show its appreciation for his determination as he surged into her and her urgent groans for more were as honest as they were raw. Damn he was good. Better than she had expected. Better than he had any right to... The whine of the pipes as the shower was turned off interrupted her and brought her back to the moment. She felt the rapid beat of her heart and a slight swell in her throat. Blinking slowly to settle herself a bit, her eyes came to focus on the reflection in the sliding door window. Looking back at her was an attractive, glowing woman who appeared much more relaxed than she had been over the last couple of months. She could see herself smiling. Lynn sighed languidly and rolled back against the sofa. Her arms dropped to her sides and she felt something against her hand. She picked up Adam's cell phone which he had tossed aside. With barely a thought, she called up the menu and scrolled through his media files. There were several video files. Clicking on one file, "Spider-Trevor", brought up a short, shaky video of their obnoxious colleague standing outside of the recreation center. Trevor, shirtless, was hollering like a viking and flexing his muscles like a body-builder. Then he proceeded to scale a utility pipeline on the side of the wall. Laughter from spectators gave way to hoots and cat calls when, after climbing about 12-feet, he lost his grip and plunged back down into some bushes. A rather humbled Trevor crawled out of the brush, leaves and dirt all over his back and his shorts pulled down to his knees. Lynn covered her mouth as she watched and laughed to herself. She shook her head. "Such an idiot," she remarked. Another file named, "Cassie $$$", caught her eye. She had expected to see more files with Cassie's name on them –Adam seemed to hang out a lot with her-- but that was the only one. She almost clicked on the file, but there was another video file just below simply entitled, "Lynn". She immediately opened that one. The video of the day of the staff challenge played again. She watched as she was pulled into the puddle and then was picked up from behind by Adam, kicking and screaming. A melancholy grin formed on Lynn's lips as she watched. "Hey." Lynn blinked and looked up. Adam approached her on the sofa, his hair matted and darkened from the shower. "Oh...sorry!" Lynn stammered, feeling the blush on her cheeks. She quickly held out his cell phone. "I don't know...I wasn't thinking. I just picked it up and started to look through it." Taking his phone, Adam settled beside her on the sofa. "C'est bien," he said as he scrolled through his files, "What did you see?" "Uh...nothing much," Lynn replied, taking a moment to compose herself. "Saw a video of Trevor being a moron trying to climb the center's wall." "Ah, yeah," Adam smirked and shook his head, "Evolution fail. Body of a man, brain of a monkey." Lynn nudged her shoulder into his. "Hey, don't insult the monkeys. What is it with young men acting like circus animals whenever someone is watching them?" "It depends on the eyes that are watching them," he replied and smiled back at her. "I don't feel like acting like a circus animal when I'm with you." Lynn chuckled softly. Adam switched off his phone and pocketed it. His hands clasped together on his lap, he looked at Lynn smiling. Lynn was caught up by his blue eyes, still as attentive and focused as they were earlier. And there was nothing smarmy or juvenile about his smile, either. It wasn't "a cat who ate the bird" type of smile. It was pleasant, welcoming. Watching him, Lynn suddenly realized she felt like she was leaning towards him, or was being pulled in. She cleared her throat. "Have something to eat," she managed to speak. She turned away and pulled over a TV-tray with a plate and glass on it. "Want a spring roll?" Adam picked one of the crispy fried rolls. He looked at Lynn and arched his brow as he asked, "Ancient family recipe?" Lynn slender, dark eyes narrowed. She smirked, pressed her hands together as if in prayer and bowed her head in a stereotypical gesture. "Oh yes, generations of my family have passed on the time-honored tradition of microwaving frozen foods," she remarked. Adam chuckled, shrugged and popped the roll into his mouth. He picked up the glass and peered at the watery, milky liquid in it. "Almond milk," Lynn said. Then she winked and added, "Now that is an Ancient Chinese secret." "Yeah?" "We-ell, I don't know," Lynn chuckled, "Some people think it helps you with your...um...stamina for...you know." Adam pursed his lips and nodded as he continued to regard the glass. He leaned a little to the side as he eyed Lynn. "Do you think I need help with my...?" Lynn cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Stop. Just drink it." "Because, you know, this is a really big glass of this stuff." "Will you shut up and drink it already?" she scolded. Adam chuckled then drank the milk all at once, tilting his head and the glass back. Lynn watched quietly. Adam swallowed and sighed, satisfied, "Mmm, tasty." He put down the glass and returned to as he was moments before, simply looking back at Lynn in silence. Back to square one. Lynn tried to force something, anything, from her mind past her lips. The longer she looked at him, though, the more lost her thoughts were to her. "Should we have that talk now?" Adam broke the silence. Lynn blinked. "What?" "The 'talk'," he repeated, "About...this. Us." "Uh...Adam." Lynn looked down and frowned, rubbing her temples with her palms. He asked, "Are you bothered by what we did?" Lynn raised her head. Her mouth was ajar momentarily, caught by Adam's unexpected comments. She had to noticeably shake her head, get her thoughts moving again. "No, no," she blurted. She inhaled deeply, looked directly at him and said firmly, "No. I'm really not, Adam." She shrugged and spoke even more assuredly, "We didn't do anything wrong." It had been a long while since anything had felt so right...or so good...she thought. "I won't tell anyone," he offered, almost a hint of earnestness in his voice. Again Lynn shook her head, "I know you won't." She didn't know at what point she had come to take Adam's words a face value, but in her heart, she had always felt that he was honest with her. A hint of despondency pulled at the young man's usually easy-going face. He frowned and said, "I can't believe we won't be together after the summer." "Adam," Lynn closed her eyes, her thoughts finally, fully coming together just as his became more scattered, "Listen. You were right before." He turned towards her, listening intently. "Who knows what will happen, right?" Lynn smiled back warmly. She reached up and pushed her fingers through his hair, scrunching and teasing it into spikes. It seemed to please him -calm him- as she did this. A familiar look of contentment appeared on his face. "Just enjoy the moment. Right here and right now means something, right?" she said as she continued to play with his hair, "Let's not worry about it, for now." "Really?" Lynn nodded. "So is this part of being young and stupid, again?" Adam chided. Lynn tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Maybe I feel younger," she mused, "But I don't feel stupid." Adam then reached up and held her wrist, stopping her with her fingers in his hair. He continued to hold her as they gazed at each other. He looked at Lynn, this beautiful dark-haired woman with her soft, small lips, smooth light skin, and pinched black eyes. He could feel her pulse in her wrist. Lynn's smile eased, her lips parting slightly, as she watched Adam lower her hand to his mouth. She watched him kiss her finger tips, then the back of her hand, then palm and wrist. His lips were soft and careful on her skin. "Was it good, Lynn?" he asked with a hushed breath, his lips still caressing her hand. Lynn swallowed hard. A tingle rippled up her back to her neck. "Tell me it felt good," he said. She nodded once, slowly. "It was good, Adam," she offered, her voice quivering slightly. Adam lowered her hand to his lap and gazed at her. Although she could feel her heartbeats begin to intensify, she remained steady as she watched him lean forward, angling his mouth towards hers. "You were great," Adam whispered. Once again their lips pressed against one another, at first gently, but quickly racing forward to twisting, folding, passionate kisses. Lynn could taste the sweetness of the almond milk on Adam's lips, then his tongue as it sank into her mouth. She felt his strong hands at her back and in her hair, pulling her in. Both of them were soon breathing hard, parting only to wet their lips and loose gasps of hot air between their mouths. They kissed loudly, hungrily. With a firm tug, Adam pulled Lynn from her seat and onto his lap, her bare legs straddling him as he leaned back on the sofa. Lynn held his face with her hands as she pushed her mouth against his, twisting her tongue past his teeth and tangling it with his own. She felt his hands grab and squeeze her butt. She curved and undulated her torso seductively in appreciation, grinding her crotch into his belly. Adam relished her soft, smooth lips and dancing tongue. He inhaled deeply to smell her sweet scent and also to catch his breath. He surprisingly found himself almost trying to catch up to Lynn's burgeoning passion. Lynn also didn't know what had swept her up so quickly. Indulgent and uninhibited, she couldn't be bothered to stop to think about anything at this point. Even the heat that filled her apartment seemed to back off from the intensity building between the two bodies on the sofa. As she pulled and pushed at his lips with her teeth, mouth, and tongue, she felt his hand cinch up the back of her shirt, and caress the soft skin at sloping small of her back. It glided around her waist and then deftly under the front of her top, against her smooth belly. Within a moment, it had swept upward, cupping her breast, massaging her stiffening nipple with his palm and fingers. As she leaned back, he pushed the bottom of her shirt right up to her collar line and quickly wrapped his lips over her pert breasts. He flicked and swirled his tongue, leaving her reddish-brown nipples damp and glistening. Summer Boy Ch. 04 Feeling Adam lick and suck on her, Lynn sighed and moaned approvingly. She clutched at him tightly, rubbing her cheek against the top of his head, entwining her fingers in his hair. Continuing to gyrate her hips against him, she felt something else rubbing against her bottom. Adam's rigid shaft strained against his shorts, pressing up against her. Lynn yanked at Adam's hair, pulling his head back. She looked down at him with a fiery gaze, breathing through her gritting teeth. "Mmm!" She shoved her mouth over his. Her tongue lashed wildly within in his mouth. Slowly she pulled away, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth as she did. She angled her body downward kissing his chin and neck. As she did so, she grasped roughly at Adam's shirt. He helped her pull it off of him and she tossed it aside dismissively. Downward she went, kissing his chest, digging her fingers into his smooth, broad pecs. It was her turn to indulge in teasing licks and bites at his nipples. Adam threw his head back, blowing a stream of air through his pursed lips. One hand tangled its fingers in Lynn's soft black hair, the other held fast at the seat cushion of the couch. Lynn shimmied down, sliding off his lap and off the sofa. She savored his lean, muscular belly before settling onto the floor before the sofa, between his legs. She rubbed her hand against the crotch of his shorts, able to feel the undeniable throb in the growing length of his shaft. Adam watched intently as the woman made short work of the button and zipper of his shorts. With a sharp tug, she yanked his shorts off as he raised his hips off the sofa. She only managed to get them down to his ankles, but that was enough. His boxer shorts were tented high already, his hardening muscle nudging against the material, his bulbous dome peeking out from below the waistband. It was straining for release and Lynn was more than eager to oblige it. Adam's underwear soon joined his shorts at his ankles revealing his rippling shaft. Lynn rolled back on her knees momentarily, her eyes fixated on the young man's cock. She swept back her hair with her fingers, fastening what she could around the back of her ears. She was breathing hard through her nose as she rolled her lips into her mouth, moistening them. As she leaned forward, she pushed apart Adam's knees and moved between his legs. A soft hand wrapped itself tenderly around Adam's cock. She delighted in the feel of the rigid length of muscle in her grip. Lynn's mouth circled the dome with gentle kisses and delicate licks from the tip of her tongue. Then she moved down to the base of his shaft, cupping his supple sack in her palm, kissing it as well, before dragging her tongue upward with one agonizingly tantalizing lick. Lynn looked up as she continued to swirl her tongue around him. Adam's mouth was hanging open as he looked backed down towards her, an unsteady breath slipping past his mouth. He didn't have to say anything to impart his approval of Lynn's actions. His undivided attention and his twitching, throbbing shaft was more than enough encouragement. With a steady grip at his base, and one last swish of her tongue around his tip, Lynn plunged her lips over Adam and sank his shaft deep into her mouth. "Uhh," Adam gasped then swallowed trying to moisten his already parched throat. He watched intently as Lynn's head began to bob up and down with an incessant rhythm. He listened to her steady breaths and the wet squelch of her mouth. Soon his cock was glazed with her glistening saliva. Lynn's hand stroked him with a steady yet gentle grip lower down his generous length. She relished his hardened cock, its warmth. As she caressed her mouth and tongue against it, she could feel the blood pulsating through Adam. "Mmm," she hummed her approval before doubling her efforts and pouring on the pressure from within her hungry mouth. Lynn leaned back, her lips popping off from his tip. Swiftly she reached down then pulled her top off, tossing it aside, revealing her creamy skinned flesh and almond-tipped breasts. After adjusting her hair with a quick flip, she leaned in between Adam's legs again, holding his stiff cock against her chest. She rubbed it in between her supple breasts. Adam would have been lying if he said he wasn't surprised by his supervisor's overt and wanton actions. But as his hard, hot cock rubbed against her smooth skin, he wasn't about to utter anything more than approving groans and sighs. Once more Lynn angled her lips down and took Adam into her mouth. "Ahh," Adam tossed his head back momentarily as Lynn worked him with feverish abandon. Through his gritted teeth he gasped and refocused on her. He pushed aside her dark hair. Her eyes were closed, her narrow black brows converging sharply, her cheeks glowing pink, and a sheen of sweat all over her face. She was straining yet she continued unabated, determined, passionate. She was giving him her best. God she was beautiful, Adam thought. "Ahh, yes, Lynn," Adam groaned. He sucked in more air through his teeth then rasped again, "Ahh." Lynn felt two strong hands at her head, twisting their fingers in her hair, guiding her motions. As each minute passed, the rise and fall of Adam's torso had swayed towards quicker thrusts upward, surging his cock deep into her mouth, nudging the back of her throat. She winced and coughed at his intensifying gyrations but quickly found her pace and breath once more. "Mmm! Ahhn! Nnn!" She continued to hum and groan as her mouth drove onto him over and over. She tasted a drop of musky, thick goo in her mouth. "Uhh, Lynn. I...uhh," Adam breathed unable to express the incredible sensations churning from within his gut. He could feel a painful stream of heat flowing through him, rushing to a point at his tip. Every muscle in his body was beginning to clench and he clutched desperately at Lynn's head and hair, attempting to lift her off. In response, Lynn dug her hands into his thighs, declaring her intent to take all Adam had. Her tongue pressed firmly against him and she sucked hard. "Huhn!" A heaving, guttural groan flushed from Adam's mouth. Within a second, Adam burst. A gush of viscous fluid spurted from his aching shaft and pasted the inside of her mouth. Lynn's eyes squeezed tight into narrow slits and she held her breath as she froze, his cock still entrenched in her mouth. Every throb jetted more of his creamy jism into her mouth until it was dripping out of the edges and down the length of his cock onto her hand. Lynn shifted her tongue slowly, feeling and tasting Adam's spunk swirling in her mouth. She opened her eyes dreamily as she gingerly pulled her head back and lifted her lips off of Adam. A sharp gasp slipped from her throat as her jaw went slack before closing again, followed by an audible gulp. Her eyes shut, she swallowed hard again, Adam's rich cream slicking down her gullet. The sight of Lynn was more than Adam could take. He took up his still stiff member in his hand and pumped it, his palm sliding easily on his own fluids. His stomach and buttocks tensed once again, and with one last growling grunt, he fired a string of jism against Lynn's bare neck. Lynn flinched only slightly as his sticky fluids hit her. She remained still, breathing hard as it streamed down her neck to her chest. She continued to roll her tongue along the inside of her mouth, cleaning it before swallowing a final time with a noticeable gasp. Adam slumped down into the cushions of the sofa, spent. He felt both drained and stimulated at the same time, like a charge of electricity running its course through the length of his body. He was certain if he had tried to stand, his legs would wobble. Lynn remained on the floor, kneeling. She took a long moment to collect herself, to allow her body and breathe to steady. A bead of sweat trickled down from the side of her forehead. She felt Adam's sticky cum stream down to almost her belly and cool on her skin. She blinked slowly and looked toward him. The ever youthful and energetic Adam was spent and savouring the sensational feeling that coursed through him. Lynn had been the reason for that. She smiled to herself. Good for her. Adam still hadn't moved from the sofa when Lynn rolled on her feet and stood up, picking up her shirt along the way. After slipping it on she reached for a box of tissues on a side table and offered it to Adam. "Merci," he said with a sigh. Lynn nodded and turned away. "Where are you going?" asked Adam. She looked back at him and smirked, her narrowed eyes twinkling. "I think you need more almond milk," she said with a wink. Adam wasn't going to dispute that. The two of them said little while they remained in her apartment, but they exchanged several silent winks and subtle grins. A couple of times, Lynn rolled her eyes, but there wasn't any real disdain in the action. After they both had cleaned up a bit, Adam downed the glass of almond milk and then the two of them finally left the apartment. As they made their way outside, it seemed that temperature had cooled down only slightly but both of them took deep breaths of the fresh air. Adam picked up his bike and walked it along the path leading out of the complex, Lynn following beside him. "Okay," she finally said as she stopped on the sidewalk, "This is as far as I go." Adam stepped onto his bike. He smiled and nodded to her, "Okay. Feeling better?" Lynn had to chuckle and shake her head. Somehow, Adam had suddenly become a student of understatement. She squinted at him. "Yeah. Just a little bit better." Adam shrugged. "Maybe I should work a little harder then, yes? Next time?" Lynn paused. "Next time?" she thought. Did she want a next time? She walked slowly up to him as he stood on his bike. She looked long and hard into his dark blue eyes. Without allowing herself another thought, she leaned forward and touched her lips softly against his. Then she stepped back and said, "Bike home safely. You don't have a light." Adam nodded. "See you tomorrow at work?" Lynn returned the nod. As he pedaled away, he circled back for a moment and said, "Bonne nuit, Lynn." "Good night, Adam." She watched him bike silently away into the darkness. *********** Cassie had been driving around aimlessly for at least an hour. She really had no sense of the time other than the fact that a hazy blue darkness had settled upon the streets. She barely had a sense of anything and was fortunate she hadn't careened her car onto somebody's lawn. Her eyes hurt from the very harsh and sour frown that had settled over them and stayed there. She was quiet now, in slow burn mode, although when she had initially climbed in the car, she quickly broke into a tirade of endless expletives about Lynn and Adam. She couldn't decide with whom she was more pissed off with. Lynn had always been easy to dislike. She was too perky, too cool for Cassie's tastes. It was a shallow act to her. Always the friend of everyone at the recreation center...except with her, of course. Lynn just loved slapping her down. To think that bitch Lynn would end up... "Fucking Adam!" Cassie spat over the wheel of her car. Adam. How could he do this to her? Actually, if she thought about this rationally, it was more about the fact that he had chosen Lynn over her. Despite her best efforts, Cassie always knew Adam had never made any commitment to her. Cassie grimaced as she continued to drive into the night. It wasn't even as if she really wanted to commit to Adam either. She was used to seeing at least a couple of guys at a time, but it was nice to have Adam constantly there, like an excitable, very cute, Francophone puppy that she could keep on her leash. She knew how much other women wanted him. That was the enticement for her. So for a guy like him to choose an old bitch like Lynn over a woman like her...well fuck that. Cassie grumbled to herself. She didn't count how many corners she turned or watched how many kilometers her odometer ticked off, but she suddenly came to a stop at a curb and knew exactly where she was. Parking her car in front of a two-story storefront, she got out and walked to the side of the building then made her way up the external stairs. At the top, she stopped and knocked on the door rapidly. Trevor answered the door, a loud stereo and cigarette smoke chasing after him as he opened it. He looked like he had just woken up but when he saw Cassie standing at his step, he quickly straightened up, wide awake. "Hey Cass!" he chimed, "This is a welcome surprise!" Her face still etched with a sour edge, Cassie muttered, "Could you lend me that video cam of yours?" A sly look slipped onto Trevor's flushed face. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned up against the doorway. "Yeah?" he said, "You and Adam gonna take me up on that idea I suggested?" Arms folded across her chest, Cassie seethed, "Adam, yeah. But not with me." Trevor cocked his head, curious. Cassie looked pissed and determined, a volatile combination for her. He beckoned her into his apartment with a nod. "How about I loan you the HD cam?" he offered as he closed the door behind them. To be continued...