My education continued on the 3rd day of employment. I woke up that morning really confused about the events of yesterday. What in the hell had I done? Surely I hadn't turned into some sort of gay cocksucker. But I had and thinking back about the series of events leading up to my sucking another man's cock started making me hard. Christ, what was I doing. If anyone found out, I would be thrown out of town, probably dis-inherited and surely would burn in hell for eternity. Knowing all of this, why was I getting a "hard on"? Why, because the mutual experience with Bob was the most mind blowing erotic thing I'd ever done. I had one more day of off loading fence posts, and the lure to recapture the moment was overwhelming. I got dressed, grabbed a biscuit and sausage and headed for my car to "go to work".
I got to the truck stop, just as Bob was walking to the truck, I got out of the car and walked toward him. He smiled and asked, "Are you ready for another day?"
"Yeah", I said, "let's go."
Bob looked at me and said, "I didn't know if you'd be back."
Laughing (to hide my embarrassment), I said, "Of course I am, the job's not finished."
He winked at me and said, "Well then let's get going."
This was to be the very last load, the trailer was almost empty and all that remained was going out to the Emerson ranch a bit outside of Cherokee about one and a half hour away. The drive out was pleasant enough, even though it was already starting to turn into a typical hot Texas day. We talked about everything except what had gone down yesterday and I certainly wasn't going to bring it up.
At the ranch, not only did Mr. Emerson want the posts delivered, but stacked at four different spots. Damn, it was hot! About 2 PM, I had stacked the the last of the posts. The day was done, I was bone tired, hot and sweaty. When we got back in the truck Bob asked if there was a place to cool off. I told him about a swimming hole on Cherokee Creek that always seemed to have plenty of cold water. He said, that a cold swim would be a good way to wrap up the day.
We started for the creek, not driving more than 3-4 minutes and Bob's hand again dropped to my thigh. I couldn't help myself but I spread my legs a little as an invite to proceed as he wished. As he massaged my upper left thigh, the motion was ever so slowly heading higher towards my cock. Damn, I was getting hard from just the anticipation of what was to come.
Bob finally decided to grab hold of my cock through my jeans, when he did, I experienced a tremendous rush of adrenaline which seemed to make my cock grow even more. I slid over to my left a little more to give him better access and he told me to unbutton my fly. I watched as my trembling fingers unbutton my Levi's. Bob reached in and pulled my cock out and started stroking it long and slow. I had an overpowering urge to feel him as well, so I leaned over and started undoing his jeans. He too was hard and stiff and I needed to feel his cock in my hand. I leaned over to hold his marvelous cock and instead I just kept leaning until his cock jumped into my mouth. Accidental I'm sure.
There it was I was sucking cock again AND I liked it. I rolled my tongue around the head, and started taking more of him into my mouth. As I would lower my head, Bob would push up trying to go deeper, and deeper he did go. I felt him at the back of my throat, the gag reflex kicked in and I backed off. Bob told me to relax my jaw and throat, I did and I felt his cock slide into my throat and my lips were on his pubic hair. Suddenly, he pulled me up saying we had arrived at the creek.
Disappointed, I sat up and indeed we had arrived. Bob said "Let's go for that swim and get clean and cool." We climbed down from the truck and headed for the water. No one was at the creek seeing as it was early afternoon on a weekday. We stripped down to our boxers and jumped in.
