Summer
by Robert Symes
Chapter 4
This story is set in rural England in 1982. The cultural references are from that time and place so I hope that references to cars, TV shows or music won't spoil the story for those who don't know them. Follow the links provided for more information or just ignore them. (And yes, I know you can use a search engine just as well as I can. The links are for convenience, not to insult anyone.)
In some chapters controversial opinions will be expressed. Some are opinions I profoundly disagree with but I've tried to state them fairly, not parody them. It is this author's policy to have no opinions about anything, or at least not to state them. Any opinions you see on these pages are those of the characters or the site owner respectively and I neither endorse nor oppose them.
Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
We drove back to the mill and parked near the caravan, taking care not to block anything and made ourselves one last drink before bed time. Then I went to my tent with Alex. I'd pitched it far enough from the van to give them privacy, which also gave it to us, of course. And David and Tony would be taking far too much interest in each other to care about us anyway.
I looked at my watch. "At last, privacy and safety, for the first time since that first night. And for over thirty hours, too. I hope you've got lots of energy. Do you still want to fuck me? We've waited long enough."
He winced. "Must you use that word? No, I don't want to... do that, but I very much want to make love with you. We're people, not farm animals. And you're right, we have waited more than long enough."
I was taken aback. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt that way. You never objected to anyone using it before."
"Well, I can't stop them can I? Sorry, that came out wrong, I can't stop you either, I know that, but you don't , well not until you started working here anyway. I don't like it as a swear word but I really hate it used like that, it dehumanises both of us."
"Oh. I never thought of it like that. Do I never use it? I'm sure I do, but maybe I just naturally don't around you because I've never heard you do it. Well the last thing I want to do is upset you so I'll try to remember. Making love sounds good, let's make lots and lots of it and then make some more." I grinned at him. "I make no promises if I hit my thumb with a hammer though."
He laughed. "Fair enough, that works for me. I don't think we'll need a hammer tonight, will we?"
"We might do if we get too excited and knock the tent down. It's a bit cramped in here with two of us isn't it? Come on, I've got an idea." I grabbed my sleeping bag and towel as we left the tent and led him to a nearby building. Entering the building I pointed to a door in front of us. "Toilet's in there when you want it." Then the door on the right. "There's a little kitchen where we can make coffee and stuff while we can't go in the caravan. All this is for drivers really but there are none here just now. Except you, you're a driver I suppose since you drove us here. And this is the best bit..."
I opened the door on the left and we went into the shower room. This room was quite a lot bigger than it needed to be, having been converted from something else no doubt. There was a shower cubicle in the corner, a bench down one side with a mirror and shaver socket on the wall above, and a nice big empty space about eight feet by six taking up the rest of the room. I switched the light on and locked the door, then unzipped my sleeping bag and opened it right up and laid it on the floor.
"Ta da! A locked door for privacy, a nice comfortable place to get sweaty and a shower to get clean again afterwards. What more could we want?"
"Are you sure no-one will come here?"
I suppressed the obvious joke and said "Who is going to visit a drivers' rest area with no drivers at half past ten on a Saturday night? Dave and Tony are busy and then they'll go to sleep and shower in the morning. The farm people are probably in bed and there's no-one else within about a mile of here. Relax, we're safe for hours."
We remembered our first time at David's house and took turns undressing each other, one garment at a time. Alex looked good in his dark blue briefs as before but when I eased them off him his dick looked huge. It wasn't any bigger than usual of course, it was just a psychological effect of knowing what we were about to do. Surely it wouldn't fit? I wondered what I'd let myself in for.
We got down on the sleeping bag and kissed some more. Then he said "So, do I just stick it in then?"
"Only if you want me bleeding on your car seat while you drive me to hospital!" I replied, getting on all fours. "Start slow, with one wet finger." He did, and even that felt uncomfortable as he pushed it into me. If his finger feels like that... Surely this can't be possible can it? But it must be, people do it . As he moved it about I started to relax and feel better. Eventually we added a second finger, then a third.
"Now, put loads of spit on your dick and you can try it, but slowly and carefully for God's sake." I felt the head pushing its way in then more and more, inch by impossible inch. Oh my God, Alex, I must really love you if I let you do this to me . I didn't say anything aloud but I was glad he couldn't see my face. Finally I felt his pubic hair against my buttocks.
And then he started to move. Out then in, out then in. And suddenly the pain was gone, replaced by the most intense pleasure I'd ever known. Something inside me was throwing out waves of ecstasy. Of course, I know what that something is now , but I didn't then. "Oh God, yes. GIVE IT TO ME!!" I demanded, loudly. And he did, faster and faster until he suddenly slammed all the way in, stopped and spasmed repeatedly as he finished. I felt about five seconds from orgasm myself.
After a while we got our breath back somewhere near normal and separated. My body felt deprived; it wanted its toy back. And I still had an erection like a steel bar. "It must be my turn now."
Alex looked distraught. "Rob, I'm such a coward. That was just amazing for me, best thing I ever knew. But I saw your face when you looked to the side and it really hurt you. I suppose I owe it to you but I really don't want to. Was it as bad as it looked?"
"What's our Golden Rule Alex?" I asked. "We don't do anything unless we're both happy to, right? If you don't want to you don't want to and that's that. If you don't want it done then I don't want to do it, that's abuse not love, and we're supposed to be making love as I recall.
"But believe me, you don't know what you're missing out on. Forgive the animal metaphor but I'll be your bitch any time you like. It's not degrading if it's playful. I won't lie to you; it hurt like hell at first. But after that, once we got going properly, well, I've never known pleasure like it. I can't really explain it, you have to experience it.
"Well, you let me know if you change your mind. For now I'll take care of myself in the shower and then we can get some sleep."
He looked at me adoringly, like I'd been promoted from boyfriend to demi-god. I'd put up with some pain to have Alex look at me like that. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" he asked. Apart from being a beautiful soul in a beautiful body and loving me I can't think of much . "But you don't need to take care of yourself, we can do better than that."
Soon I was on my back with Alex giving me a fantastic blowjob. He'd long ago overcome his reluctance to do that (see chapter two) and now he was good at it, very good. I hoped, for his sake, that he'd overcome this new reluctance. I wondered if it feels that good to girls. These thoughts plus the sensations Alex was giving me soon did the trick and I emptied myself into his mouth and he swallowed it all.
Then we shared a shower, drank some water from the kitchen tap and went back to the tent. We slept on the groundsheet with the sleeping bag spread over us. Not all that comfortable but we didn't care.
After a blissfully deep and refreshing sleep I woke about 8:30 and poked my head out of the tent. A Renault 20 was parked next to the Austin, which Mr Chivers was looking at suspiciously. Damn, what was he doing here? I pulled my trousers on and crawled out of the tent. "Good morning Mr Chivers" I called.
"Ah, good morning" he replied. "I was wondering if I should knock you up. Do you know anything about this old car? I thought it might be abandoned but it's a long way from the road and it seems to be taxed. But I thought you boys were too young to drive."
"Yes, that's our friend Alex's car, it's not abandoned. Alex took us into town for the evening last night and we've got plans for today so it was easier for him to stay over. It's not a problem is it? We didn't think anyone was working here today."
"They're not" Mr Chivers confirmed. "I just came in to check a few things while it's quiet. But I'd have preferred if you'd asked permission before inviting your friends to camp on our property. I'm not going to come back later and find Glastonbury Festival going on am I?"
Alex emerged from the tent looking absolutely gorgeous with tousled hair and no shirt on. "No, sir, it's just me. It was a sort of last minute decision. I'm sorry if I've imposed on you and I'll leave as soon as I can."
"There's no need for that" said Mr Chivers, somewhat mollified. "You're doing no real harm I suppose. But your friends should have asked. This is a workplace not a public camp ground."
"Yes, sorry, we didn't think of that" I said. "But would you mind if Alex stays with us today? We won't go in any buildings except the drivers' block and we'll make sure he's gone well before six in the morning."
Mr Chivers thought for a minute. "Well, I've had nothing but good reports about you boys. Maintenance like you and my warehouse supervisor wishes Tony would leave school and work here full time. So as a thank you I think I can bend the rules this once. Don't make me regret it and keep it between us. Don't tell anyone and make sure he's gone before anyone gets here in the morning."
"Thank you sir, that's kind of you." Wow, Alex can lay the charm on with a trowel when he wants to. He'll do well in banking . "I'll need to leave early to get home and change and get ready for work in any case."
"Oh you work do you? Whereabouts?" Alex told him. "I thought you looked familiar. You served us the other day. My wife thinks you're a charming young man."
"Thank you Mr Chivers. And Mrs Chivers of course. I did recognise you but we never talk about business or customers outside the bank."
By now Mr Chivers had completely forgotten he was ever annoyed with us. "Very commendable, I'm sure. Well, I must dash. Mrs Chivers is expecting me to take her to the garden centre. You boys have a good day. Nice to meet you again Alex." He got in his car and drove off.
The caravan door opened and David and Tony emerged wearing dressing gowns. "He's gone then." David stated the obvious. "What was that all about? Are we in trouble? You seemed to be dealing with it so we thought discretion was called for."
"We could have been" I replied. "Mr Chivers wasn't happy that we let Alex stay here without asking, and he's got a point, it is their property. But Alex talked him round and now he can stay until early tomorrow. We're going to Little Chef for a fried breakfast if you want to come."
"Great idea. We burned a lot of calories last night and I'm sure you did too. Can we just grab a quick shower first? I think we need it." They went off together for their shower, while Alex and I freshened up using the sink in the caravan. Then we went for breakfast.
After which we went back to the mill and had a lazy morning just sitting around talking until David's father came to collect him and Tony for a big family lunch party with his brother and cousin home from university. I wasn't invited and didn't want to be, I had other fish to fry. And if Tony was going then some relatives were going to get a shock and things might get emotional.
As soon as the Rover was gone we took full advantage of being alone together with privacy, a rare luxury to be treasured. We took my sleeping bag into the caravan, closed the curtains and locked the door. After a long kiss we had our usual ritual of undressing each other. I still couldn't believe my luck that this beautiful person wanted me but he assured me he felt the same about me. And he wanted a repeat of last night.
"Sorry" I told him. "So do I, believe me, it was amazing. But not today I'm too sore. That will get better with experience, I'm sure, but for now we'll have to wait a bit. But there's something else we've never been able to try if you fancy it."
I completely unzipped the sleeping bag and spread it out on the floor in the limited space available. We lay on our sides, my head level with his groin, his level with mine, my legs poking under the table and we explored the pleasures of the soixante-neuf for the first time. I had hoped for simultaneous orgasms but I lost control a second too early. But it was close.
We sat around drinking coffee and talking until we recovered enough to start feeling randy again and this time just masturbated each other. We'd done that often enough in the car but now had the luxury of more space and no restrictive clothes. After which we vacated the caravan, had yet another shower, and waited for the others to come back. I remembered I was short of cash but Alex had drawn more than he needed and was able to lend me £15, more than enough.
David and Tony returned about five o'clock on foot, having been dropped off at the entrance and walked through the site. We asked how it had gone. David smiled. "Awkward at times, but okay in the end I think. And I got my brother back, thank God."
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