Part Eleven:
By mid-April Roy and I were in Cordele, Georgia, working our way up I75 on our way to Tennessee. Roy got us through the advance work for the stand there in time to have a day off. He knew of a swimming hole outside of town he said would be ideal for a skinny dip.
It was our first since the one that preceded him inviting me into his bed. That seemed so long ago by then. I couldn't wait to enjoy one in the context of our recently revived love affair.
There was a romantic glint in Roy's eyes the entire ride there. Our surroundings were very secluded and serene. Before we had even stripped he pinned me against a tree and dove in for a session of deep kissing that quickly had us grinding our hard cocks together.
We finally stripped out of our clothes and spent some time just fondling each other's hard-on. I wrapped my arms around his chest and leaned in for another kiss.
We reminisced about those previous experiences and laughed about how quickly my sense of modesty had evaporated from the first to the second.
Roy reached his right arm around me and sank his middle finger in my crack to tease my hole, eliciting an aroused moan from me.
"I couldn't believe my eyes when you bent over and flashed this little pink thing at me...and hanging right below it was the smoothest, most beautiful set of balls I think I'd ever set eyes on. That little boy who always seemed so crazy about me had grown quite a pair it turned out...he'd become a man...a good looking one too!"
"You made me feel so comfortable around you...I never even thought about it," I confessed to his laughter with a blush.
I resumed stroking his cock and continued, "Even when I turned and saw this thing sticking out from under your belly...it never occurred to me I had anything to do with it."
He laughed even louder and increased the pressure of his finger as it played over my pucker.
"You hollered 'Feels great, Roy. You're going to love it.' Hell...I had no idea what I was supposed to make of that!"
I belly laughed. I hadn't realized the double entendre in what I'd said till he pointed it out.
"I had to figure out some way to learn if that handsome young man had the slightest inclination he might like to share my bed."
"He did..."
I kissed him.
"...and his whole life changed for the better."
I kissed him again. He pulled me tighter to him.
"Mine too, sport...mine too!" he assured me.
I rested my head on his shoulder and basked in the intimate thrill of his probing digit.
"But you sure played your cards close to the vest," he claimed.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, nothing I'd tried in the way of showing I was interested had worked to that point. When I saw I wasn't going to able to sleep that night before our set up, I realized I was going to have to just bite the bullet and take the direct approach. Never been so scared in all my life."
I was shocked. What had he tried? How could I have been so blind as to miss his signals?
"I'm awful glad you did," I sighed as I cupped his balls in my other hand while continuing to stroke his dick, "I'm apparently too dim to catch anything less obvious."
He laughed and opened his mouth, inviting me in for a kiss. It seemed to be his admission that, to him at that time, I had been the one with the upper hand. I delivered it as tenderly as I could in hopes he would understand that in my eyes the truth was exactly the opposite.
"Let's get wet," he suggested when we broke from it.
He took me by the hand and led me into the water with him. It was a small branch of some river I can no longer recall the name of. The banks and riverbed were sandy and friendly to our feet.
Our cocks weren't yet under water when Roy pulled me in for another kiss. Their heads rubbed together and we both sighed.
I turned around in his embrace and leaned back against his front. He locked his hands on my belly and snugged me to him.
His cock head teased my crack while we talked in hushed tones about the beauty of our surroundings. My contentment soared.
"You feel so good," he sighed.
I rested my arms on top of his and relished his warmth.
"I want to suck you...out here...right in the open," I quietly confided.
"I'd be a fool to say no," he playfully replied and then nipped at my ear.
I turned and slowly dropped to my knees before him in the cool water.
He looked magnificent. His cock was raging hard by that point.
It was beautiful and his masculine musk was faintly tinted with the smell of me. I found that incredibly arousing.
I stuffed my mouth on him so deliberately slowly as to tease him with my show. After I had myself securely fitted on him he sighed his contentment and ran the fingers of both hands through my hair.
Once again I felt small and submissive.
The soft lapping sounds of the water around us were wonderfully soothing. I tightened my suction on him and took his balls in one hand while I wrapped the other around the base of his swollen member.
I made tender love...to that one-of-a-kind man, and his one-of-a-kind phallus.
A crowd could've gathered around us at that point and I wouldn't have cared in the least. He made me feel that safe. The kindness in his expression as he looked down on me only enhanced my sense of security.
My sucking noises and our contented moans reverberated in the trees. I took my time and slowly edged him to a gusher of a climax.
His strong hands stayed on my head while I nursed his cock till it was completely flaccid and every drop of his delicious seed was inside me where it belonged. I let the limp thing fall from my lips and rest against my face while I happily suckled his plump scrotum, by then hanging loose again.
"Nobody's ever sucked me like you, Ed...so full of love," he sighed.
I pecked each of his spent orbs with a kiss and then peeled his skin back to lap up the last pearly droplet of semen that had leaked from his slit. He helped me up when I was done and kissed me.
"Thank you so much," he softly intoned.
I leaned in for another kiss.
My cock was rock hard and poked him in the belly. He giggled and wrapped a hand around it when we parted.
"I think I'd best return the favor," he said as he gave it a tug.
With that he dropped to his knees before me. He asserted himself by slipping his arm between my legs and pressing his thick finger to my hole again, barely penetrating it.
In his own way he proceeded to make me feel like a king, gazing up into my eyes while he nursed my erection with a show of reverence that bathed me in his love.
By the time I'd spent my load I was so weak I could only drop to my knees as well.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and we knelt together, playfully tongue rasslin' for several minutes. When we broke from that we splashed and swam for most of an hour and then headed back for dinner.
Looking back on the version of events he recounted, I guess I see how I could have been oblivious to his overtures. I remember feeling so alone in my particular attraction to men since I didn't seem to fit the stereotype of 'the homosexual'. I felt more like some kind of unique 'aberrant other'.
I can't help but wonder now if, maybe on a subconscious level at least, I hadn't hoped to tempt him into some such action with the words and deeds he spoke of.
No such thought occurred to me at that time, however. I was just glad to be one with him again; glad he'd found the courage to reach that huge hand out to me in the darkness to let me know I wasn't alone after all.
By that point in our travels, the novelty of being back in his arms had slowly returned to the norm it had been when we parted company the previous August. He patiently waited and indulged me the dominance I'd been craving from him in his absence until the assertiveness he had grown to love and expect from me resurfaced.
In spite of his natural physical advantage over me we were equals once again, and it seemed Roy couldn't have been more thrilled.
Near the end of May we were making preparations for the stand outside of Bristol, where I had joined the crew the previous summer. Roy and I arrived three days ahead of it.
I had been on the road for nearly three months at that point and, throwing myself into the work as I had, was once again in shape. The musculature I'd been so proud of was back in spades and I had developed the appetite necessary to fuel its growth.
For the first time in my life I broke the 200 pound barrier in body weight, tipping the scale at 202. On my nineteen year old frame, still maturing, it was starting to look stocky. I was very proud of it.
The night prior to the set up Roy and I were lying in bed. Well, he was lying. I was sitting on his lap playing with his nipples while he squeezed our hard-ons together and gently stroked us.
However big I'd grown during the spring, I still marveled at how small I felt looking down at the titanic dimensions of his massive build. He was in a very playful mood that night and I was dying for a ride on the fat dick he pressed to mine.
I wheedled and cajoled him for it while he played coy and denied me. I began grinding my balls to his and could see his resolve begin to weaken.
Suddenly he sat up with me on his lap and turned his legs off the bed, his arms around me snugly holding me against his magnificent belly. It caught me by surprise and I wrapped one hand over the other behind his neck to dive in for a kiss.
Before that could happen he further shocked me by effortlessly standing up. I laughed hysterically like an awe-struck child, clinging to his enormous neck and flinging my legs around his hips as he slid a hand down my back and under my butt to support me.
It was a show of physical dominance he had never treated me to before and he laughed at my utter amazement.
"This what you want?"
"It is now!"
I opened my mouth. He stuffed his tongue in it and I moved my hands to the back of his head to press my face to his. I felt like little more than a sack of groceries in his strong arms as he hefted me higher up on his belly.
He had no problem gracefully turning around to face the bed with me. When I broke from our kiss I saw his incredibly broad backside in the dresser mirror.
All I could see of me were my shins with my heels dug into the tops of his huge haunches, my forearms with my hands clasped behind his bull neck, and my face from the eyes up peering over the expanse of his right shoulder.
