Chapter 6
One last time, Tyler almost asked Jamie how he could get hold of him in Estling. Once again, Tyler found himself hesitating, realizing it would probably be better to cut this relationship off here just as he'd severed his relationship with Jeff. The one had lasted three weeks, this one for only a day and a night, but, surprisingly enough, it was this second one which Tyler considered the more dangerous. All Tyler's sex with Jamie, commencing with the weird and unsettling mating in the dust of that deserted road, and ending with the blow job Jamie had given him just before their arrival in Petersborough, had been more intense than any sex Tyler could remember. Tyler had decided Jeff and Jamie were about the same age, but there was no way Jamie was the novice Jeff had been. When Jamie had said he had learned a lot about sex in the area where he'd grown up, he hadn't been just whistling Dixie.
Jamie had lingered by the opened car window after Tyler had dropped him off, as if expecting Tyler to ask about another time and place to get together. After all, people didn't have wild sex like they had had very often. You'd think someone would be anxious for another session of the same however, Tyler hadn't said anything. Jamie thought he knew the inner struggle Tyler was waging with himself. Jamie had gotten the distinct impression that Tyler was disturbed about their age difference. As far as Jamie was concerned, such a hang-up was ridiculous, but try telling that to a man who couldn't help thinking of his own son every time he fucked another eighteen-year-old.
Jamie had commented that he hoped they'd meet again, and when Tyler hadn't take up on that obvious cue but had only answered that he hoped so, too, Jamie had made himself accept the fact that this was indeed the end. He waved a final good-bye and headed off down the road.
No matter how big the kink Blane would have in his ass because Jamie had cut out by himself for a few hours, Jamie was glad he'd started hitchhiking. He watched the car disappear, and the boy turned to follow the arrow sign designating Estling at twenty-four miles distance. He began to figure out how he would explain to Blane about another set of new clothes. He certainly couldn't tell him the truth -- that his shirt had been ripped to shreds by an ardent admirer, that he had checked into a motel to take a shower and indulge in an all-night sex orgy. Blane wouldn't have understood any of it.
After Jamie had been lost to the rear-view mirror, Tyler had felt suddenly depressed. He began immediately to wish he hadn't been such an asshole. He would have liked to have seen Jamie again. Why had the kid been so fucking young?
Tyler drove as far as Grafston and stopped to eat, then called in at the office.
As it turned out, W.J. wasn't in when Tyler called. W.J. was out of town on business. However, he had left word that his son was to contact Tad Thaner immediately. There was a number Tad could be reached at.
Tyler hung up and was dialing the new number when he noticed the area code corresponded to the one on the telephone he was using. He was still pondering that when the operator came on the line and the phone suddenly began ringing at the other end.
"Emerald Lake Lodge."
That rang a bell. The lodge had been sifting on a tract of land Franklander Lumber had purchased about five years before. They'd only wanted the timber on the adjoining acreage, and the lodge had been part of the sale. Unfortunately for Franklander Lumber, the ecologists began raising all holy hell before the ink on the sale had even gone dry. The land happened to have a grove of redwood trees that had been around since before Columbus. That hadn't been any real news to W.J. Franklander. It was that grove of frees, among others, which had made the purchase of the land so damned attractive. He had planned to cut everything down and convert it all into so many board feet of finished lumber. However, before W.J. could get his men and machinery in, the people of Estling and the surrounding area had come out in full force to stop the sacrilege.
Estling -- that was where Tyler had heard that town's name before. Tyler had thought when Jamie had dropped the name on him that it had sounded familiar. Now it clicked. Five years after Franklander Lumber had bought the land around the Emerald Lake Lodge, they still hadn't gotten the lumber they'd wanted. It was all tied up in the courts with a maze of suits and counter-suits.
Tyler asked the person who answered to get him Tad Thaner, and he listened now as movement on the other end told him somebody had again picked up the receiver.
"Tyler?" came the familiar voice. Tad Thaner and Tyler were old friends, actually a bit more than friends. They'd had their little flings, beginning shortly after Franklander Lumber had bought out the company run by Tad's father. It had been one of the provisions of the sale that Tad came with the company, and it had turned out to be one of the better things which had happened to Franklander Lumber. Tad was young, but he was good. He'd moved up in the company since he'd joined it. He would go further, too, and, what's more, Tyler was glad for him. He liked Tad, liked him very much.
"What brings you to the Emerald Lake Lodge?" Tyler asked.
"The same thing that's going to bring you here," Tad answered. "It's a new project of your father's."
"Oh, Jesus, what now?"
"Why don't I tell you when you get here?"
He drove fast back to Petersborough, trying to rationalize his hurry as he sped along. He tried to tell himself that he was anxious to hear what new brainchild his old man had cooked up, but he also knew there was another reason for his speed. He had hopes of finding Jamie. How surprised the kid would be to see Tyler again. How glad Tyler would be to see him. Christ, why hadn't he asked how he could find him? Chances were, Tyler would end up stuck cut at the lodge and Jamie would be somewhere in Estling. The two might never get together.
Tyler turned into the lodge's driveway, realizing he didn't even know Jamie's last name. How was he going to make even discreet inquiries without raising a few eyebrows? He was going to have to think of some way.
There was a bustle of activity at the lodge. It looked as if it was doing a booming business, which was strange, since Tyler had been under the impression that the lodge had been allowed to fall into disuse after its purchase. Tyler also found it a bit strange that most of the milling crowd were young men.
Tyler pulled the car to a stop in front of the lodge. Tad came out of the building and down the stairs to meet him.
"What is this?" Tyler asked, getting out to take Tad's offered hand. "It's beginning to look more and more like a Cub Scout convention."
"Come on inside for a little drink and refreshment," Tad said, leading the way back up from where he'd come. They went into a lobby filled with a large grouping of couches and chairs, many of them filled with the sprawl of more young bodies. Tad made brief introductions of Tyler to the young man behind the front desk, Blane Tanners, and then he directed Tyler into the office.
Tad closed the door behind them and turned to look Tyler over.
"Your time in the great out-of-doors has done you a world of good," Tad commented. "You look fantastic."
"Compliments will get you nowhere," Tyler said. "Is there someplace I can get a drink?"
"First, I think there's something else we'd better take care of," Tad said, walking to close the short distance between them. "This," he said, his fingers moving to caress the bulged cock ridge along Tyler's left thigh, "is not something a virile young man like you should be flaunting before all of those youngsters out there. Without any girls around here, you're liable to soon find a few of the young men lining up to service you. That would end up possibly being fun but also being a bit of bad publicity if it ever leaked to the press. And bad publicity is just the opposite of what your daddy hopes to get out of this little enterprise."
Tyler thought Tad had just been making a joke about taking care of his cock, but he soon had other things coming. Tad had decided the minute he'd seen the hard cock at Tyler's crotch that he was going to have it. Tad had gotten hornier than hell watching all that young meat bulging teenage pants for the past couple of days, and although he'd never considered himself a chicken queen, he'd seen what looked like a few mouthfuls he wouldn't have passed up if they were offered him -- at any other time and any other place. The problem was compounded by the fact that Tad felt he could have had a lot of the kids out there by just asking for them. From the looks he'd been getting, the blatant stares he'd seen directed at his crotch, Tad knew that the kids out there knew a hell of a lot more about sex than he had at their age. Well, whether they were available or not, he was determined to keep his hands off of them. If they wanted to play around, they'd have to make do with each other. Tad could have easily blown everything he'd worked for by playing around in any one of those pants bulging with young meat out there in the lounge, and he didn't want that. Not only could he imagine such a sexual liaison as endangering his position with Franklander Lumber, but he also realized the responsibilities he had now to Jocelyn and their unborn baby to avoid any scandal.
"Your cock is as fat as ever," Tad said. He'd unzipped Tyler's pants, and his fingers had found the swollen meat.
Tyler hadn't put up any protest. He'd gotten his hard-on while thinking of a reunion with Jamie on the road to Estling, and when that meeting hadn't transpired, his cock had remained hard nevertheless. The best way Tyler could think of getting it soft again was by having someone suck it. And if Tad wanted to say his hello that way, then why the hell not let him?
"How can you be here pulling out my cock with all that out there?" Tyler asked, looking down at his cock now jutting free of his pants as Tad fished back into the trousers for Tyler's balls.
"All that cock out there is off limits," Tad said. "This one isn't."
"Don't you think it might be wise to lock the door?" Tyler asked as Tad was sinking to his knees before him. "Some of those kids could walk in here and be shocked to death by all of this."
"Don't worry about our being disturbed," Tad said, knowing he wasn't going to stop now for anything. "Blane will stand guard. He knows how horny I am, and he was drooling over your hard-on himself when you walked in. I've already told him to see that we weren't disturbed after your arrival."
"He's one of our little group?" Tyler asked. He should have possibly paid more attention to the man behind the desk, but the youngsters had been so distracting. Tyler vaguely recalled a butch, muscular stud, who certainly didn't give any outward signs of preferring cock over cunt.
"I'll tell you all about Blane later, too," Tad said. Now that he had Tyler's cock pried out in the light, he wanted to get down to business. He needed a little variety in the meat he ate. He'd been getting more than his share of Blane's cock, but a little change of menu certainly never hurt anybody. Besides, all of that young cock had gotten Tad so hot and horny that if he'd sucked Blane's dick as often as he'd wanted to, he'd have had the rod sucked raw by now.
Tad had Tyler's cock held captive in one hand, his fist holding the shaft of the big dong. The cock was harder than hell. Tad could wonder what it was that had gotten it that way. He might have suspected the cock and ass of one or two of the butch young studs in the lounge, but Tyler's cock bulge had been evident from the minute he'd stepped from his car.
Tad gave the dick a couple of preparatory strokes, watching hungrily as the cum-slit gushed a stream of pre-cum that began to drool over the slope of the rosy knob.
Tad bowed his face over the rod and sucked up the cockhead while his free hand was expertly unzipping his own pants and letting his hard dick jut out to where he could get to it. He started to pump it even while his face was sliding downward over the cock jutting from Tyler's groin.
Tad's throat muscles relaxed for the prick, the man watching as the cock slipped in. He took it in four quick gulps. His pursed lips gummed the root of the dick, his mouth leaking a mess of spit to bathe the inches of meat he'd succeeded in swallowing.
God, it was good swinging on cock and pumping his own in turn. As starved as Tad was for prick at this stage of the game, he wondered how he was going to last for the duration.
Tad's mouth dragged back up the stalk of Tyler's rod, pausing with only the pulpy knob entrenched behind his taut lips. He tasted the salty residue of the natural lubricant which continued leaking from the sucked cum-slit.
Tyler widened his stance on the floor for better balance, putting a hand on each of Tad's shoulders for support. By looking downward, he could see Tad's head sinking down over bin crotch. He could feel the progression of Tad's face as the wet warmth which had just held his knob enclosed was suddenly expanded to take in more and more of his stalwart dick.
Tad's throat quickly adjusted to taking Tyler's cock. The young man was soon able to move into a working cadence that dropped his mouth deep over the cock and then back up the thick shaft to the last inch that was the head. His jaws ached with their stretching for the mouthful, but the pain was insignificant.
"You always could give good head, you bastard," Tyler said, his hips bouncing with a fucking rhythm that coincided with Tad's sucking movements. "But aren't you a little old to be playing with yourself? I was told it'd make hair grow on the palm of your hands."
Tad growled something in reply, the sound turning his sheathing mouth and throat into a living vibrator that tingled the entire length of Tyler's cock. He momentarily pulled the protective fuck of his lips from his teeth and dragged the bared enamel over the big fuck-stick.
"Jesus, careful!" Tyler panted, feeling the slight pain and knowing it was merely Tad's retort to Tyler's previous bit of witticism.
Tad muffled his teeth with lip again and got to work. He was hungry for the taste of hot cum running over his tongue, sliding down his throat and into his belly. He knew from past experience that Tyler's nuts held a hell of a load. When it came, Tad's cheeks would balloon wit it, concaving only as Tad suctioned the deluge of sperm away to die amid his digestive juices.
Tad beat his cock faster, its leakings turning his hand wet.
While his hand pumped, his mouth sucked. He took the lengthy cock into his throat, moving his free hand around Tyler's hips and onto a cheek of his ass. He bounced his head over the cock -- up and down, sometimes giving a shake of his head to make the cock penetrate his face at a different angle. Tad drooled spit, some of it smearing the opened crotch of Tyler's trousers.
Tyler's hands had moved from Tad's shoulders to the man's head. His fingers glided up and down with the bouncing of Tad's face, Tyler's hips driving his fucking cock in and out of the salivating mouth.
Tad knew what he was doing and wasn't about to waste any time. He wanted cum in his mouth and cum in his hand, and he wanted it quickly. There would be time later for a more lengthy encounter. Now, it was just to get these boners pacified so their owners could begin discussing business.
Tad really went to work. His face bounced harder, his mouth sucked, slobbered, ate. His fist pumped his cock, beat it closer and closer to climax. As his own body prepared for explosion, Tad knew Tyler was getting ready to blow. He could tell, because Tyler was now more actively fucking his face than he was sucking. Another hint was the noticeable pulsing of Tyler's cock against his lips and tongue.
Tyler was about ready to get his rocks off, and there was pleasure of course. Tyler, however, couldn't help subconsciously comparing this suck with the one Jamie has given him that morning. It was hard to imagine one blow job being different from another, but they were different just the same. Tad was good at giving head, but he just wasn't Jamie. Jamie had had a style all his own. As Tyler's nuts jerked tightly against the root of his cock in preparation to blow his wad up Tad's face, Tyler became more and more determined that Jamie wasn't going to escape him if he could help it.
Tad prepared for the sudden shoving of Tyler's hips that would drive the man's exploding cock securely home for the final time. Tyler obliged by giving it to him. Tyler, both hands pushing Tad's head downward, thrust his lower body into Tad's face and let his balls blow. He ground his pelvis into Tad's face, his crotch hair scratching.
Tad's timing had been almost perfect. Actually, Tyler orgasmed first, but a few final pumps of Tad's hand over his cock brought his nuts off in a very close second. As his mouth filled and kept filling with the hot washing of sperm, Tad's hands were webbing with the less energetic blastings of his own cock which had followed his initial gushings.
Tad let Tyler keep his face anchored over the cock until the throes of pleasure had passed. Then when Tyler relaxed his hold on Tad's head, Tad dragged his lips upward one more time, milking the cock for any tardy jizz remaining inside. He tasted the last of the mess, his tongue washing the knob one final time as he spit out the cock.
Tad got up from his knees, his hand still holding his cum-strewn dick, and walked to the desk, opening the drawer and fishing out a handful of tissue.
Tyler stuffed his own cock, which had been sucked clean, back into his trousers, then zipped up his pants to conceal it.
Tad finished mopping up the jizz from his fingers and his cock. He, too, tucked his dick back into cover and brought more Kleenexes around to wipe up the mess his splattering sperm had made on the carpet.
Tyler took a seat in a chair facing the desk, waiting for Tad to finish with the cleanup.
"Well," Tad said, depositing a wad of soiled tissue into the wastepaper basket at the end of the desk. "You don't know how much better I feel now, after that."
"That should hold the both of us for a while," Tyler said.
"And now, you'd like to know why big daddy has assigned you and me to Emerald Lake Lodge."
"Shoot."
"I just did."
"I see you haven't lost your sense of humor."
"Actually, we're both here to improve the public's opinion of Franklander Lumber. As I'm sure you must realize, being the boss' son, Franklander Lumber has had some substantial run-ins with the more gung-ho ecology groups over the past few years."
"I'm aware of that, yes."
"Well, Franklander, as you also know, supplies the wood pulp to Hollander Paper, a major subsidiary, and Hollander Paper has a few large government contracts."
"I take it there's been some question about contract renewals?"
"We're merely moving to nip the problem in the bud before it has a chance to interfere. Quite frankly, there are some very highly placed people who think Franklander Lumber's bad publicity over the last few years can't be ignored. Some people have been really big on ecology these last years, and Franklander has long been known to be a hold-out, to going along its own way without giving a damn about what anyone else thinks. Franklander was actually large enough to do just that in mast instances. However, times do change, and Franklander does need a new image if it wants to continue with its part of the profit pie."
"So what's all of this? And all of that out there?" Tyler asked, motioning toward the door, and indicating the scene behind it.
"Your father wants the world to know that he cares -- not only about ecology but about people."
"What kind of crock of shit is my old man cooking up here?"
"It's called public relations," Tad answered.
"What is?" Tyler asked. "How about giving me the specifics?"
"I'd be glad to," Tad said. "After all, as W.J. Franklander's son, you're to be his official representative at this little enterprise. The old man thought you'd be a better figurehead than he was in this new move. He's been too much in the antiecology spotlight lately. But you..."
"Go on," Tyler said. He was curious. Maybe he wasn't going to have to look too far for Jamie after all. "And while you're at it, how about getting me that drink you promised me an hour ago?"