Summer Heat:

Chapter 1:

            “Hey, Junior!” Dad’s husky voice called down the stairs into the dimly lit basement. “Grab us some beers, would you? We’ve got company.” I did one last crunch, and sat up on the floor, sighing and wiping the sweat from my forehead. Turning off the stereo, I instinctively grabbed one of the six-packs that we always keep in the basement fridge. I was used to Dad coming home in the late afternoon after a construction job with one or more of his work buddies, dressed in their holey, sweat-stained work tanks and smelling ripe and manly. I closed the basement door and walked out back, where my dad and Julio – one of the regulars that Dad brought by – were already smoking cigars.

            “Ivan,” my dad, said. “You remember Julio, don’t you?”

            “Hey, little man,” Julio said, flashing me his adorably macho grin and patting me on the upper bicep. “You look like you’re getting ready to take over from your old man. Look at these guns!”

            “Yeah, he wishes,” my dad said, taking one of the beers and uncapping it with his teeth. “Your looking pretty good yourself,” he continued once he’d spat out the cap, softly punching Julio in his washboard abs. I remembered that Julio’s weight seemed to fluctuate dramatically from visit to visit. Sometime he was as lean and fit as an athlete, other times his belly would stretch his tank out into a perfectly round beer belly.

            “Yeah, I haven’t been drinking much lately. This is my first beer in a while.”

            “Well, here’s to staying young and fit!” Dad toasted, pounding his own muscle-barreled chest. Both men drank. Suddenly the phone rang and my dad went in to answer it. When he came back, he looked worried and annoyed.

            “I’m sorry Julio. My sister-in-law’s gone off her meds again and went wandering out in the forest. I’ve got to go help my brother go and find her. It shouldn’t take long though. You’re welcome to sit here and get a head start on the beers while I’m gone.”

            “Sure thing” Julio said.

            “Hold down the fort,” my dad said, ruffling my hair before striding around the house and climbing on his motorcycle. When the rumble of his bike had faded, Julio turned to me and asked: “Your dad let you drink? I hate drinking by myself.” I was only just eighteen, but my dad did let me have the odd beer once in a while. I cracked one for myself and Julio and I shot the shit for a while, talking about nothing in particular. Soon we’d finished the six-pack.

            “Better get another round. You know how your pop and I like to carry on.” Julio said. I nodded sloppily, having drunk more beer than I was used to, and lurched off towards the basement. Just as I had reached the top of the stairs, I heard the crash of one or more beer bottles breaking and a soft, guttural moan from the backyard. I went running for the back door, swinging the six-pack as I went. When I reached the door, I saw Julio doubled over the hood of a dead vw that we keep in the back. His face was flushed, his short dark hair had become messy and wet with sweat, and he leaned against the hood of the car with his legs spread wide as if he expected to lose his balance.

            “Holy shit!” I said. “Are you ok?”

            “It’s the heat!” Julio groaned. “I wasn’t expecting this so soon.” I was totally confused – Julio seemed to be babbling.

            “Do you need a doctor?”

            “No!” Julio said. “I need …. I need…” I watched in mild shock and the older man slipped his hand into the crotch of his ratty worker jeans, pushing his hand deep between his legs. The waistband of the jeans slipped down along the beautiful, meaty curve of Julio’s ass and the man appeared to finger himself.

            “It’s no good!” Julio whined in frustration. “I need …” He looked around at me as if he had suddenly gotten an idea: “Ivan, turned to right.”

            Still totally baffled by the oddity of this situation, I turned to the right. Watching Julio bend over the hood of the vw, moaning and rubbing his strong hand between his muscular buttocks had made my cock begin to stand. By the time Julio asked me to turn to the side, it was sticking straight out in front of me, tenting my basketball shorts. Julio eyed the thick, nine-inch bulge in my shorts. “Listen, Ivan, you are just what I need” he said, calmer now but still panting as if in great exertion. “You ever fucked a man before?” I shook my head. “I’m in heat,” Julio continued. “There’s no time to explain, but I need to get my hole bred. You wanna fuck me don’t you?” Julio gave his jeans a quick tug and they fell to his ankles, revealing the most perfect ass I had ever seen. I just nodded, unable to tear my eyes from Julio’s slightly swaying backside and feeling my head swim slightly from the beers. Julio smiled and lowered himself onto the grass, arching his back so that his muscled buttocks parted and I could see his delicious hole. Practically leaping out of my basketball short, I kneeled down behind Julio, rubbing my thick cock up and down between his cheeks.

            “Shouldn’t we use a condom?” I asked, somewhat sheepishly.

            “What would be the point of that?” Julio snapped, impatiently. I didn’t understand his answer, but his tone suggested to me that I shouldn’t stall anymore and in any case it would have taken a concerted effort to turn away from that beautiful ass for even a second. As my cock sunk into Julio’s hungry hole, the man let out a strange and wild cry and thrust back uncontrollably until all nine inches were completely devoured by his sweet ass. My heart was pounding as I made a few thrusts, feel Julio’s insides grasping my in quick, breathtaking convulsions. Pretty soon I was pounding him senselessly, but even that didn’t seem enough: “Deeper, deeper, harder, harder!” he kept saying. Finally, Julio let out a growl and thrust his hips back so hard that I toppled backwards onto the grass with Julio on top of me, still riding my dick. He spun around, making my whole body spasm as his tight hole twisted my cock-head like it was the lid of a pickle jar. Facing me now, he looked at me with the lustiest expression and pressed his lips against mine. As his hips began to grind against me, he reached down and brought my hands up to touch his muscular belly. Seeing this beautiful young man bob up and down on my adolescent cock was more than I could handle, and my cum geysered up into his hot, trembling body. We collapsed onto the grass, my spent cock still throbbing inside of him. For a moment there was just musky smell of our sexed bodies, the soft ceaseless sounds of night insects in the darkening afternoon, and the wet heat of the summer pressing down on our bodies. But then we heard the rumble of a motorcycle.

            “Shit!” I hissed. We jumped up, scrabbling for our clothes, popping fresh beer bottles, which were no longer cold and had sweated puddles in the back deck. We just managed to compose ourselves into casual postures as my dad reached the backyard, greeted us and reached for a beer.

            I didn’t see Julio again for seven months, though I thought about him every night. The dark skin of his back shift before my eyes as he thrust against me, his animal gasps and groans, the boyish, smirking of the corner of his mouth as we fucked – sometimes I would milk my cock all night imagining sex with him or wondering what had made him initiate sex in the first place. Then, late in January, my aunt became ill and my father had to go live with my uncle to help him take care of her. Since my uncle lived in another county and I was still finishing up my last semester of high school, I stayed behind in our house by myself. One night, at almost one in the morning, I heard a soft but persistent knock on the door. Confused and groggy, I shuffled up from the basement to the front door, rubbing my bedraggled hair and tucking my hardon deeper into my boxers. When I opened the door, my heart lefpt to discover Julio standing on the mat, looking worried but glad to see me. “Hey, are you ok, I..?” I started to say, but my eyes had slipped down and my voice faltered as I caught sight of Julio’s belly, which had grown so big and round that it was barely covered by his sweatshirt.

            “Hi, kid. I need to talk to you about something. Can I come in?”