My first day with Katie away had been quite eventful. I'd met Heather in the laundry room and helped her with her morning chores. I'd finally gotten that sweet little pussy of hers, and it was sweet too. You might say I'd tickled her fancy. I just loved the sound of that girl's giggle, not to mention the sound of her satisfied moans as she came. There was something special about that one.
I'd helped Adam with his wood chopping, a little. Adam had shown me to his special little hide away in the old toolshed. I was sure it was his and Katie's little retreat. Adam and I had shared a beer and a very special interlude as he went down on me. We nearly got to share something that I was sure we both wanted. I was so close to cumming in Adam's mouth when we were interrupted by Heather. I knew that he wanted my cum as badly as I wanted to deliver it. I knew how badly I was craving his.
Adam wasn't aware that Heather had seen us through the open door of the shed. I had no intension of telling him. I had tried to explain to her what was going on between Adam, Li, Katie and me, as best as I could figure it. She seemed to think that it was sweet of me to be in love with all those people, even Adam. She thought it would be sweet if I was in love with her as well.
Heather and I swam in the river, talked and made out on the bank and was about to get it on again when Annie came home. When Heather heard Annie's car in the drive, she lit out for the house like a scalded dog. All that and it was just after midday. I lay there, naked in the sun, and tried to collect my thoughts for a while.
I had nearly dozed off when I realized that it was time to have some lunch. I picked up my wet cutoffs and decided not to put them back on. I grabbed my shoes and Heather's blanket and headed for the house. I didn't see Adam around the woodpile, so I took a detour by the old toolshed. He wasn't there but I had stop in for a minute. I thought back to just an hour or so before and remembered Adam giving me the best head job I had ever had.
I stood there, wishing we had finished, my cock growing and beginning to throb. I began to imagine all the things that Katie and he might have done in there. I don't know why I obsessed over Katie and Adam having sex the way I did. It made me jealous, but thrilled me and made me incredibly horny at the same time. I went on into the house.
I stepped into the empty kitchen and looked around. I couldn't remember the last time that old house had seemed so empty and quiet. I stood there naked for a minute, my cock still half-hard. It felt good to be able to walk around the house stark naked. I suppose I could have done it any time I'd pleased. Everyone there had seen just about everyone else there naked at one time or another. It's not as if we were nudists or anything, but it felt liberating. Still I felt compelled to step into the laundry room and find a pair of dry shorts to wear.
I made myself a sandwich and ate alone, enjoying the solitude. I finished my lunch and headed upstairs for a shower. I heard music from the top of stairs. It was a radio, in Annie's room.
I grabbed a fresh towel and headed for the bathroom. At the same time, Adam stepped into the hall carrying a towel. We had the same thing on our minds. Neither of us said a word. Adam just gave me his wry little grin. We walked in silence to the bathroom, Adam just a pace or two behind me.
We entered the bathroom, one after the other, and disrobed in silence. Disrobe may not be the right word, since all either of us wore was a pair of shorts. We let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. I still remember how Adam looked just then, tanned and sweaty, muscles toned and still slightly flexed from swinging his ax. I remember how the cheeks of his ass looked; muscular and firm, white smooth flesh contrasted to the bronze, sun-tanned skin of his back and legs. I still recall the mixture of emotions that swept over me.
There was this envy, I wished my body looked that good, and at the same time, I felt desire, longing to touch that body. I wanted to be him and I wanted to have him. I felt privileged to be there with him, in that intimate setting. I felt thrilled, because I could see my desire for him, mirrored in his face. I felt the blood rushing to my cock. It became engorged, but not fully erect. I knew that he longed for me as I longed for him.
The bathroom of on the second floor of Annie's house was huge. The shower was a gigantic antique clawfoot tub, with a converted showerhead and curtain around it. I turned on the water and adjusted it for a suitable temperature, warm enough not to be chilly, but cool enough to be refreshing on a hot summer day. I climbed in, with Adam right behind me. I stepped under the showerhead and rinsed off the mud and river water. I moved aside and let Adam under the shower. I watched the water cascade over his gorgeous body. I squeezed a dollop of shampoo into my hand, and when he emerged from the spray I offered it to him. He nodded in acceptance.
Adam turned his back and tilted his head back. I applied the shampoo and worked it into his thick wavy hair. I saw goose bumps rise on his skin as I massaged his scalp. I was reminded of how my sister Leslie would wash my hair when we were younger, and how it would lead to a scalp, neck, shoulder massage and sometimes much more. I hoped to make this experience at least a fraction as enjoyable for Adam as Leslie's shampoos were to me.
