I had gotten dressed while Jeff was on the phone. I glanced at his alarm clock, 10:27. We spent some time getting clean.

"I have to go. I have a 11 to 4 shift at the gas station and I need to change" I said.

"I have to go to. The restaurant is short staffed and I need to help the lunch crew" he replied.

"I'll be in the pool later this afternoon. Stop by when you get home and we can get wet. We can talk about Saturday."

"Wet again, I like that idea."

I headed for the door and he said "Hey." I looked back and he was exposing his semi. He winked at me.

I went home, got changed and hopped on my bike. Muscular ass I thought. Everyone would have a muscular ass if they had to ride a bike as much as I do. I laughed to myself. Jeff had a truck. His parents gave it to him when he went to college last fall.

The day went as usual. Worked, came home, had a beer and conversation with Mom, cut the grass.

I was in the pool when I saw Jeff pull in. I watched as he went into the house. A few minutes later he was next to the pool.

"How about joining me" I suggested.

"I really wish I could" he answered. "But I have to go to see the project for Saturday. You're available, right."

"I am. It'd be nice to know a bit more about what's going on but yes, I'm with you."

"Excellent" he said. "If I don't see you tomorrow plan on me picking you up around noon on Saturday."

"I'll be ready."

I woke up early on Friday. Went to take a piss and looked out the window. That's strange I thought. Jeff's truck wasn't in the driveway. I went back to bed. I finally got up for real around 7. Jeff's truck was in the driveway. Today would, again, be like most others.

Saturday morning was fantastic. Bright sunshine, little breeze, and a really nice start. I had breakfast with Mom and we discussed our plans for the day. She said she had a date and questioned what my whereabouts may be for later. I got the idea she might appreciate some privacy tonight so I told her I was working with Jeff and wouldn't be home until Sunday. She smiled and said "thank you."

Jeff pulled in right around noon. I was ready. I got into the truck and we were on our way.

"I have a list of things the owner would like taken care of" Jeff started. "Just the usual stuff, you know, cut the grass, vacuum the pool, a little edging. Nothing we can't handle."

"Will the owner be around?"

"Later. He's finishing up with a few clients and said he should be home by 4."

"Will we be done by then."

"Doesn't matter. He's a good guy and very generous" Jeff said. "We'll be well taken care of by him."

We got to the property . No one was there but the owner had given Jeff a key. After unlocking the door we set right to work. We each worked hard, Jeff vacuuming and me cutting the lawn. We got to be quite sweaty. It was hot.

"Hello. Jeff, are you here" he shouted. It was around 4:20

"Right here Mr. Sinclair" Jeff answered.

We both approached the owner, Mr. Sinclair. "This is my friend, Brian, I was telling you about."

"I'm Mr. Sinclair. It's nice to meet you Brian. Jeff has told me some very interesting things about you."

"It's nice to meet you Sir" I replied. "Thank you for letting us help you out."

"Looks good boys. I can see you've been very busy. Nice job. I'll tell you what, why not finish up and take a quick shower. There's an outdoor stall over there." He pointed to the far left corner of the patio. "Then take a swim. I'll be back after I make a few calls. I'll grab a couple of beers and you can join me in the spa."

With that he went into the house. We quickly finished up. I looked at Jeff and said "now what?" He smiled at me and said "now we get clean."
Jeff took off his clothes and started the shower. "You coming" he asked. I hesitated a moment, unsure, and took off my clothes. I joined Jeff in the shower and he said "not quite like Thursday morning but it's nice being naked with you." We soaped each other up. Then we rinsed off and discovered we were each getting hardons. We went to the pool to hide our excitement.

Mr. Sinclair came out a while later with several beers. He was wearing a white robe. He motioned for us to come to the hot tub. I watched as he discarded his robe and entered the spa. He wasn't wearing anything. We joined him. We talked and drank beer. Jeff was sitting next to our host. I was opposite them. At one point I thought I saw Mr. Sinclair take Jeff's hand and put it in his lap. He saw me looking and smiled. We drank a couple of beers and then decided to go in for a few shots of Schnapps. "I'm putting your things in for a quick wash and dry cycle. You can put these on until they're dry." Mr. Sinclair handed us each a towel and fresh underwear while he put on his robe.

"Jeff, why don't you pick out a movie for us to watch while I grab the bottle."

Jeff went over to the entertainment center and picked out a tape. I noticed that he seemed familiar with the layout. Mr. Sinclair came in, poured the shots, and said "a toast, to new friends and experiences." We clinked our glasses and downed the shots.

"Did you pick a good tape Jeff"

"The one from the other night " he answered

"Good choice. We didn't get a chance to finish it. I think I know how it ends."

Jeff put the tape in the recorder and pressed play. The scene started with a couple of young guys in their underwear dancing together. It was very sexual. They were grinding and rubbing and grabbing and stroking. I was getting really aroused. I wasn't expecting all of this. I thought we were just going to do some yard work. Boy was I wrong.

Mr. Sinclair opend his robe and started massaging his cock. He looked at us and said "get comfortable boys, we're going to have some fun." With that Jeff moved closer to him and took over handling his prick. Mr. Sinclair winked at me and pushed Jeff's head down into his lap. Jeff immediately started to give him head. I was totally captivated by what was occurring. Jeff was bobbing up and down on Mr. Sinclairs unit. And he was obviously into it. Then Mr. Sinclair said "Brian, how about giving Jeff some help." I paused, unsure what to do. Then I went for it.

I moved over next to Jeff. He made room for me. He moved Mr. Sinclairs hardon in front of me. Then, for the first time, a penis touched my lips. Then, for the first time, the tip of my tongue circled the head of a dick. Then, for the first time, I licked up and down a previously sucked cock. Then, for the first time, my mouth engulfed a stiff prick. Then, it happened. As I was coming up off that cock, getting ready to take it deeper, my teeth scraped against the underside of his shaft.

"Motherfucker." And almost instantaneously he withdrew and open handed slapped my face. "Jeff would you please tell your friend the rules for sucking cock."

Jeff looked at me and smiled. "First, no teeth. Second, take your time and enjoy yourself. Third, lots of spit and keep the prick slippery and wet. Fourth, well, we'll get to that."

I looked at them both and said "I'm sorry. I don't have any experience in giving blowjobs. But if you give me another chance I promise I'll try harder." They looked at each other and nodded.

Mr. Sinclair reached out and put his hands on our heads and pushed down. It took a few moments but we soon had a rhythm going. We'd both lick up and down together, at the same speed. Then we would alternate who would suck that monster. Mr. Sinclair at one point told me to put my arm around Jeff. It was magical. This went on and on until I could see Mr. Sinclair's body stiffen. He was in Jeff's mouth when it happened. I could see Jeff's eyes widen and his cheeks fill. Then I saw some jizz leak from the corner of his mouth. Mr. Sinclair had just blown his load in my buddy's mouth. He sat back and closed his eyes. Jeff sat there with a load of cum in his mouth. Mr. Sinclair opened his eyes and looked right at me. Then he looked at Jeff and nodded towards me. Jeff grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me towards him. His lips met mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. He was pumping Mr. Sinclairs load into me. It was my first kiss. I felt light.

It took a minute for us to gather our composure. Mr. Sinclair congratulated us on a job well done. He said I had a good chance of becoming an expert cocksucker if I practiced. I felt appreciated.

By now Jeff and I were displaying enormous hardons. We were still in the underwear Mr. Sinclair had given us. Mr. Sinclair noticed our condition and suggested we follow the action on the screen. By now the two guys were on the floor, their underwear long gone. They were throughly engrossed in sucking each other off. I looked at Jeff and he was looking at me. He grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down. He took hold of my rod and began sucking. It was outrageous. Mr. Sinclair then grabbed Jeff's underwear and pulled them off. He motioned for me to blow Jeff. I didn't hesitate. So now, here we are, me and Jeff, sucking each others cocks, on Mr. Sinclair's living room floor, simultaneously. I'll never forget that experience.

We continued giving each other head. When I thought Jeff was getting close I would slow down and he would do the same to me. We tried to last as long as we could. Mr. Sinclair watched and offered suggestions as we sucked each other off. I think he enjoyed the show. Finally, as if prearranged, we shot our wads, once again, together, at the same time. His load filled my mouth. I swallowed. Jeff did too.

After some time we laughed and discussed our interaction. It was getting late. Mr. Sinclair offered up his spare bedroom but we decided to get home. We gathered clothes and got dressed. As we were getting ready to leave the phone rang. Jeff went to use the bathroom and I stood in the hall. I could hear Mr. Sinclair on the phone. Jeff finished in the bathroom. Mr. Sinclair came out and thanked us for an "interesting" evening. He pushed something into my back pocket and handed Jeff a bag. "You left these here Thursday night. I washed them for you." He then said "I'm having a few friends over next Saturday and I'd like you to come."

"We'll let you know" Jeff said.

We got in Jeff's truck and started home. We drove in silence for a while when I said "I heard Mr. Sinclair on the phone talking to someone. I think he may have been talking about us. What does spit-roast mean?" Jeff just smiled.