Sixteen
The phone call had come at 2:00 am, which was 5:00 pm in Tokyo. It was Mr. Yamamoto the head of R&D at Fujitoy Enterprises, Ltd.
The news was not good. The factory in Osaka was reporting some very strange problems with the PROSAGE I’s motor relays.
During routine testing for endurance, it was discovered that after one hour of continuous use, the little control mechanisms, the ones that regulate speed and intensity of the pulsing action were failing at an alarming rate. The devices would suddenly go completely berserk, flexing and bending and vibrating with sufficient force as to cause injury to the user. Furthermore, the batteries were overheating and leaking. Production had to cease immediately and would remain so until the problems could be worked out. No shipment would be made until further notice.
We were roused from our deep sleep by the insistent beeping of the intercom line. It was Dad. He wanted us up to the cabin ASAP for a conference.
As Jack and I made our way toward the meeting, a cold wind came in off the lake bringing with it a light drizzle. Not even the weather would help ease our anxieties this early morning.
Everyone was gathered around the dining table. Coffee cups had been set out, and Marc was just pouring the first round. Dad was trying to be as upbeat as possible.
“Hey guys, at least the damn things didn’t explode in someone’s butt. Better we find out these defects before distribution.”
Russ spoke up, “We better gather up all the units we have on hand and remove the batteries. At least the things can be used as a simple dildo.”
Dad brightened a bit, “Of course they can. I will simply explain to our guests that there has been a minor problem with the power supplies, nothing to worry about. They will receive replacement units as soon as they arrive from overseas.”
Everyone agreed that they didn’t have much choice. On Saturday, the last day of the program, everyone gathered in the bunkhouse lounge for a discussion of the program. Dad didn’t want to characterize it as a group therapy session but more as a sharing of thoughts on the program.
We were lucky that all of our guests were extremely good natured about the whole thing. Almost to a man, they had experienced the improvement in their performance that they had come here for.
Buddy was the most enthusiastic about his success, giving me the benefit of a sly little wink as he thanked everyone for all the help he had received.
Mike had re-discovered sex as a personal gift to himself. For so many years he had performed acts in order to gratify his audience, never really enjoying a good old fashioned orgasm in private. Now, thanks to Dad’s counseling, the PROSAGE I and Jack’s very professional massages, he was a new man. Herman was likewise rejuvenated thanks to the wonders of PROSAGE though he did think he might have to take an extra dose of his arthritis meds whenever Martha wasn’t in the mood to help. Later, he surreptitiously slipped me a card with his private cell phone number, whispering an invitation to call him whenever I was in town. I thought damn, I must be good.
Reginald was a more difficult case to crack. Apparently there was a strong relationship between the rise and fall of the stock market and his ability to perform in the sack. When his particular portfolios were not doing well, as they hadn’t for about three years, he was impotent. This would take more than PROSAGE to cure. On the other hand, he did enjoy his newly discovered erogenous zones.
Bernie decided that he would entice his wife back into his life by introducing her to the wonders of the PROSAGE I. He figured she and her girlfriend were probably using a dildo anyway, so why not give her the best. He kind of liked what it did for him, too. Louis was a lost cause. He got a thrill out of using the PROSAGE but only when looking at the Animal Channel. Definitely a case for a psychiatrist.
Everyone was assured that their replacement devices would be shipped as soon as possible once the glitch had been resolved.
Russ would be taking the group back to town to meet their flights quite early Sunday morning, so we all decided to hit the sack at a reasonable hour. For me, that was now. I needed to make up for lost time with my beloved Jack. After helping Russ get the guy’s gear ready for loading into the Suburban, we grabbed a bottle of Merlot and two glasses from the bar and headed to my room for a little R&R.
“Now, about that video,” and he grabbed the remote.
When it got to the part where I was on my knees spreading Bruce’s cheeks, I glanced down to see Jack’s reaction. He was already sleeping like a baby. Returning my attention to the screen, what I had not seen then, but saw now was the big, knowing smile on Bruce’s face as he turned around and presented his glorious manhood to my very willing lips. I rewound the tape, hit the record button and slept well that night.
Seventeen
The somewhat disappointing news of the PROSAGE problem did little to ruin the convivial mood as each of our guests said their goodbyes and headed home. As for the rest of us, it was relief time. We had all busted our butts to pull this thing off, and it wasn’t a total loss. After all, I had accomplished my goal of seducing my “uncles,” discovered my anal “happy place,” fell in love with Jack and discovered that my dad was just as gay as I was. Whatever the summer had in store, it would have a tough time beating this spring.
Dad called for a family meeting up at the cabin. We all knew it would concern the failure of PROSAGE and the future of the project.
“I’ve made a few calls, and the consensus is that PROSAGE will have to undergo major re-testing and modifications before we can even consider continuing the therapy program. Meanwhile, we all can go about our business. Of course, Morningwood will be available for all of you to use as you see fit.” Glancing in my direction, he continued, “My son and I have really gotten to know each other these past weeks, and I think you all know what I mean.”
To my surprise, everyone smiled and raised their beers in an air toast. Jack appeared at my side and taking me into his arms, gave me a big wet kiss on the lips.
“Donny and I have something to announce. We’ve also gotten to know each other, and if I ever had any doubts about how I felt towards this guy they were dispelled by the happy times we’ve shared together at this beautiful place. I’m going to do everything in my power to make him happy for as long as he’ll have me.”
The group broke into applause, and with that vote of approval, Jack and I made a quick exit, heading back up to the bunkhouse and what was now “our” queen size bed.
Stretching out, hands folded behind his head, my beautiful man just smiled and said in his sexiest deep-voiced manner:
“I’m not moving a muscle, lover. You’re going to have to work for it this afternoon.”
I was more than ready for that challenge and straddled his hefty chest, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt, licking a trail down his furry torso as I went.
Reaching the waistband of his jeans, I softly nuzzled the hairy path as it entered the treasure spot below. Slowly lowering the zipper, I was happy to see he hadn’t bothered to wear any cumbersome jockeys, and I could plunge straight to my target, which was now rising to meet my hot and expectant lips. Damn, he smelled and tasted like the sweetest honey on earth, and that was enough for me to forget about the banquet and head right for the dessert.
Morning came way too early, but being awakened by a handsome stud wearing nothing but a smile was my idea of heaven, but even heaven can be improved on if the stud is holding a nice hot cup of coffee as well.
“Rise and shine sunshine … we’ve got some talking to do.”
His demeanor suggested something good but serious was coming. I quickly got into an upright position suitable for accepting the welcoming cup and whatever else was about to be presented to me. “Listen carefully to what I have to say and don’t jump to any wild conclusions. Last night I lay awake thinking about the bad news about PROSAGE. While I was mulling over how much work and money we put into this place and how now it would just sit here not benefiting anyone an idea hit me like a barbell gone wi
ld. Why couldn’t you and I work out a deal with your dad and the others to develop a spa-type get-away place for guys into heavy duty workouts along with some very relaxing activities? It’s all here. All we have to do is organize it. I have a ready made customer base in my gym. We could even recruit my manager, John, to spend some time up here whenever I had to be taking care of business in town.”
Jack’s enthusiasm was infectious, but the mention of John’s name caused me to momentarily freeze up. So many what-ifs popped into my head that my reaction was probably more subdued than he expected, but I agreed that it was an idea with exciting possibilities and that we should talk it over with the guys at breakfast.
My first concern was how John would react to meeting me again under some pretty powerful circumstances. You don’t easily forget a buddy who so recently had provided head to you anytime you wanted it. Would he expect those favors again? Would I be able to resist the temptation of his incredibly sexy body and tasty salami?
My love for Jack should be enough to prevent any of this from happening. I hoped.
They bought it! Dad was particularly interested in the financial angle since it would quickly replace the lost revenue from PROSAGE. I caught Bruce licking his lips at the suggestion of muscle boys strutting their stuff around the place. The others just seemed to be content with putting the place on a money-making basis. So Jack’s Jym @ Morningwood was born.
Eighteen
The adrenaline rush I experienced when Jack had revealed his plan for Morningwood was reignited as we lay in each others arms that evening. The peacefulness went unbroken now that we had the bunkhouse all to ourselves. This was going to be one of the last few nights we would have together before heading back to the city and the uncertainty of our new adventure. We made the best of it. The gentle stroking of Jack’s big, yet soft hands covered every inch of my willing body. The light flicking of his tongue on my stiffening nips was followed by a slow progression down my chest, stopping briefly to thoroughly lave my navel before descending toward its target, my now throbbing cockhead. His hot mouth engulfed me all the way to my tightening balls, and I was in heaven again. The swirling of his tongue as he plunged and withdrew drove me over the edge in far less time than I would have liked. He was rewarded with a gush of my boy-cum that caused me to scream out in sheer ecstasy as shot after shot flooded his throat.
Raising his head, our eyes met. “Damn … sweetheart, that was the best you ever gave me.”
Throwing my arms around him, I pulled him to me and our lips joined in a deep, hot tongue-kiss. The flavor of my own cum only made it better. I was on fire and had to return the favor before sleep grabbed us both.
My lover knew what I wanted when I stretched out on my belly and raised my hot little ass in the air. He wasted no time in getting me ready for the fucking I wanted so badly. His hot wet tongue thoroughly prepared me for the delicious probing of his finger. The gentle stroking of my prostate drove me nuts, and I begged him to replace it with his long hard cock. He knew all the moves that made the most of a butt-fuck. Time after time, he would get right up to the brink of orgasm, stopping at just the right moment so as to prolong our pleasure. I finally could not resist giving him those final cock-squeezing clenches of my ass muscles that I knew would send him over the moon. It worked, and we fell into a steaming, sweat-soaked heap. Immediately, well earned sleep took over.
It was Monday morning. At breakfast, Dad suggested we spend the day tidying up the place in preparation for our departure on Tuesday. I was cursing the fact that there was only one vehicle. It would have been nice to let the others go ahead. Jack and I could have stayed behind to do the clean-up. Of course how much work would have gotten done is up for speculation.
The trip back was uneventful. So much had changed in the last few weeks. The revelations about Dad and the other guys, the sex-fun I had, and finally discovering the miracle of falling in love with my beautiful man, Jack. It was almost too much for my young inexperienced brain to handle. Almost. I had grown up fast and was eager to continue my education in the real facts of life.
The hardest part of going home would be my separation from Jack. Some very sensitive negotiating lay ahead if we were to spend enough time together. How would Mom react if I were to suggest moving in with Jack? Dad would be no problem since he was encouraging our relationship.
That evening at home, he called me into his basement study for a little man-to-man talk.
“Donny, I am making things easy for you. I’ve already discussed with your mom the plan to join up with Jack in operating the cabin as a sports spa. She’s very excited for both of you and thinks it would be a wonderful way for you to get some business experience before starting college in the fall. Believe it or not she actually is in favor of you staying with Jack so that you can work on the project together full time.”
I never felt so much love and admiration for my father than I did at that moment.
A quick call to Jack brought an immediate invitation to pack my necessities and get on over to his place ASAP. Mom was a little disappointed that I wasn’t at least staying a few days to be with her, but understood my excitement. After all, I was still her “little boy.”
My Sebring convertible looked even better after our prolonged separation. I loaded my gym bag, packed with a wad of shorts and T-shirts, my shaving gear and my favorite bottle of jerk-off lube. That would have a better use for now on. Top down, I headed out for my new love’s townhouse. The anticipation of what was to come made me light-headed, and I nearly ran a red light before coming down to earth.
Jack met me at the door looking sexy as ever in his favorite black silk boxers and nothing else. The minute the door was closed we fell into an embrace, him smothering my face with kisses, which I passionately returned.
He had prepared a welcoming fire and a low table set with two glasses and a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket. “That fireplace isn’t crackling just for effect. I wanted it warm enough in here, so I could strip you out of those clothes, and we could discuss our future in comfort.”
I couldn’t argue with that, so in a flash I was naked and in his arms on the thick llama fur rug that lay welcoming before the hearth. My life had become a succession of beautiful moments ever since that first night alone with Jack at the cabin.
We finished the wine and barely had the strength to make it up the stairs to bed. I lay awake for a few moments, thoughts of what tomorrow would bring when I was re-united with John Rocco at the gym. It didn’t really matter anymore what his reaction would be. I felt secure in my relationship with Jack and nothing John could say or do would change that. He was a thing of the past. I prayed Jack would see it that way.
We made the short drive to Jack’s Jym, arriving just as John was unlocking the front door in preparation for the day’s business. The look on his face was one of surprise mixed with puzzlement. Jack immediately introduced me, and John quickly recovered his composure and broke out into a big smile, slapping me on the back and exclaiming, “Donny, ‘ol buddy … how the hell are ya? Damn, it’s been a while. You’re looking great.”
Jack looked a little confused, but then quickly figured we knew each other from school.
“So you guys know each other. Good. That will make things go a lot easier for all of us. I hope you weren’t rivals. We need team work around here.”
He was smiling through all this, so I figured so far so good.
John continued the conversation: “Yeah, Donny and I were great pals throughout school, he was a big help in getting me through the tough times, what with my sports schedule conflicting with my study times. He was a super study-buddy and a great teacher. He really taught me a lot about how to relax. It made homework a lot easier to take.”
After speaking those words, there was the faintest trace of a grin as he looked into my eyes. I didn’t think I’d have a problem with John. The momentary rush of blood to my cock I dismissed as just a fleeting bout with lust. Considering that he was the fir
st male I ever tasted in that way, he would be hard to forget. We all went into the office, and Jack started filling John in on our plan to offer one or two week work-out programs at Morningwood. John was enthused right off the bat, and he and Jack started figuring out a basic outline of activities. I could see that this was going to be a long day. The gym was starting to fill up with the early-risers. Who the hell wants to bust a gut at 7:00 am? Apparently, a lot of guys. Making my way around the gym seemed a good way to pass the time and familiarize myself with the operation. The heaviest weight I had carried was my book bag, so there was plenty to learn. The eye-candy wasn’t bad, so I had to constantly remind myself that I was a married man now.
Bruce must have had a hand in designing the showers. No partitions here. Just one big tiled room with ten shower heads. A glass door led into a six-man steam room. Conveniently, the adjacent sauna offered a clear view of the shower room through a large glass panel. Better than TV I thought. Funny, when I had visited this place a few years ago none of this impressed me at all.
Moving on, I stopped for a smoothie at the snack bar, then back to the office. They were still at it, now working on a list of potential customers. I was eager to know how I would fit into the plan. I really didn’t want to be just a housekeeper. A note to self – talk to Jack tonight about this. Was I feeling a tinge of jealousy over Jack’s closeness to John?
My momentary depression was relieved when, sensing my approach, Jack looked up from the scattered papers on the table and with a big smile, blew me a kiss, gesturing that I should join him at his side. From that moment on, I knew that our love would continue to grow, my future would be bright and nothing would ever interfere with my happiness with Jack. After all, I was 19.
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