Once I went back to Uni, the experiences on that first summer break started to fade. I got back into my studies, even managed to get my first serious girlfriend, but ended up back at home for the summer hols. Penniless, obviously, but needing some money to see the girlfriend and at least get some kind of life. Summer jobs were not easy to find, but Uncle Keith was able to help.
He had got a summer bonus from his work, and Auntie Linda decided that it was going on a hot tub. They had an older house, with a long garden and the area at the end of the garden, sheltered by hedges, did seem purpose made for a private hot tub.
Uncle Keith's bonus clearly did not go far beyond buying the hot tub itself, and so I was quickly appointed as a hot tub installation engineer. Actually, it was not even that grand, because after clearing and preparing the ground, the hot tub company hoisted it over the rear hedge and set it down perfectly. I helped Uncle Keith to put in the water and electrics, although he insisted on getting an electrician mate to sort out the tricky bits, and we did the decking around it. It was a super job, and I was knackered. It took all weekend, and we ran out of time, but it was money and thus all good.
I offered to go back around and finish by cutting the hedges, and so on the Tuesday after I was there at 9am. Auntie Linda was just on her way out, but she pointed out the hedge cutters, and said that she had laid out a towel and some old shorts in the bathroom, and that if I wanted to check out the new sun loungers then she would fetch me a beer on her return.
It was easy work, but I was glad of the shower, and so wearing a really old pair of shorts, I lounged beside the hot tub. I heard Auntie Linda arrive, and another female voice, and before long they were both saying hi and giving me a large beer.
'This is my good friend Elaine, she has just popped round, so I thought I would introduce her to you. She lives at the Willows, you know, the big house near the pub, and I have been telling her all about you'.
Elaine was a very well dressed lady, with a stiff back and a way of peering down at me that made me feel slightly uneasy. I quickly checked that my shorts were not adjusted in an embarassing fashion, and then tried to relax. I know that I can stutter when nervous, and I did not want to give a bad impression to Auntie's friend.
'It is not total coincidence that I have brought Elaine to meet you. You see, I know that you are short of funds, and I think that Elaine can help. She has the occasional afternoon High Tea party for her friends, and they are always looking for guys to hand out the drinks and sandwiches. The thing is though, that the men are all expected to wear minimal clothing, and so Elaine likes them to look the part. I told her that you played rugby, and she suggested coming to see you.'
Elaine took up the chat,
'It is a very upmarket kind of event, we have strict house rules to avoid any misunderstandings, and of course I do pay the men well for their time. The main problem seems to be trust, as the men often feel vulnerable and thus there have been occasions where they have had to leave and it casts a rather dismal atmosphere over the whole afternoon. I really do need to know if you can give us the level of trust, or else we will have to pass you by, and it would be such a shame'
Linda said,
'I have a little trust test in mind, but you need to agree to it with me, and I hope that you agree because it would sort out your holiday money in one go'
I was curious, but ultimately the lure of money was too much,
'I am in, just don't tell my parents!'
They laughed, and Auntie Linda produced a small bag from behind the hedge,
'Good boy, I wanted you to agree. Now, this is trust, proper trust. We are not going to hurt you, but you might feel afraid and nervous. First, we need you still, so I am tying your arms and legs to the lounger with light ropes. You could break them if you tried, but that would be a fail, and a lack of trust. So, you don't want to do that. Now, I am cutting off those pathetic old shorts of Keiths, there, that already looks better. See Elaine, he has an average uncut cock, but nice balls, and his gf will be keeping it all fresh. Now, you take the razor, and I have the cream, and we are gonna shave you
'Oh yes, I am sorry that it is an old fashioned bladed razor, they are a bit tricky to use. Keith always used to cut his face up terribly with it. Now, the last bit, a blindfold'
Oh the fear, the terror, of the next 10 minutes. I could feel my cock being moved, could feel the cool menthol foam, and feel the scrape and tug of that razor. Every second, I was expecting the sharp pain of a cut, or even worse, a complete error on their part. A small part of my brain was also thinking 'what will the gf say?'
I did start to get over my initial fear, and my heart started to pound less noticeably, and at one point, the gentle movement of the hands started to feel good.
Elaine commented,
'Yes, a grower, and that is OK. I need to get his foreskin back, I like to see the end. There, I do that with my horses you know, have to clean up the sticky bits. Have you got that shaving cream, there, a nice knob of it on his knob. We can give it a minute or two, and it will feel cool and burning for him. Ah yes, see it twitch, that is perfect, very sensitive and the ladies will appreciate that.
'Well, he is shaved, that was most satisfactory. Let us wash it clean, and then we have to decide who has the privilege'
Auntie Linda said
'You are the guest'
Elaine said
'He is your find'
Suddenly a warm mouth engulfed my cock. I could feel a tongue probing the underside, licking the glans and flicking the frenulum. That mouth moved off, and another, or it could have been the same one, did it again.
I was rock hard, and the mouth swapping continued, or was it one lady teasing, I had no way to know. I was starting to load, my balls had contracted and my cock felt so swollen and sensitive.
Auntie Linda said
'I think he is ready to fire', but as nobody had my cock in their mouth, I did not know if she was the one sucking, or Elaine.
I could not hold back, with the next mouth gymnastics on my cock, I blew a massive load. My pulses went on for ages, and I could hear the sound of swallowing from the lady who had almost taken more than she could manage.
But, like professionals, within minutes they were both chattering about how well I had done. When the blindfold came off, I looked at them both, but there were no clues. To this day, I have never found out who sucked me, and who swallowed my load.
As expected with Auntie Linda now, she switched to thanking me for cutting the hedge, and proceeded to show Elaine out. It left me feeling like a business interview was over, so all go home!
I left soon after, obviously contented, but wondering what I had let myself in for
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