So I woke up early sunday morning, as I usually did. Taylor had rolled away from me in his sleep and was sleeping on his side facing me. Even though it was only about 7:30 am, I heard noises upstairs and went to check on who it was. My father was there and getting his fishing gear together. He was going out early with some of his friends to fish, my mother had already left to go up to my brother's house and have a day with the grandchildren.
Dad: Who didn't make it last night?
Me: Oh, a friend from school, he had a long drive so it was better off he just stayed here.
Dad: Good thinking, I'll be back in 3-4 hours, we'll do the brakes on the explorer when I get back.
Me: Yea, sounds good, I'll get all the stuff ready.
He left the house, and I went back downstairs with a gatorade and thought about smoking a little weed before Taylor got up. I could tell he wouldn't be into it, and I didn't want him to see me smoke. He was out cold anyway, so I sat on the stairs in the doorway to the back of basement heading outside and lit up a bowl. Just a few quick hits, try to wake me up a bit. I wasn't a coffee drinker and hated caffeine, so a little wake and bake did the trick. I went back over to the bed and he was on his stomach now, well, no hope of seeing his little guy this morning. Hopefully he would have no regrets from the night before, I always had a pit in my gut after nights like this with a guy, especially one as young and inexperienced as him. He really wasn't drunk last night, so he couldn't explain it off as that. I think he really just wanted it, but again, hopefully no post-sex regrets like some people have. I went back upstairs and showered, did a little trim action on my pubic hair in case something else happened. Shaved my face, went back to the basement and I got restless and decided to wake him up easy with a little shake on his shoulder. He rolled over and looked up at me and smiled.
Taylor: Hey, I thought last night was a dream.
Me: Nope, unless you dreamed you met the hottest guy in the world and gave him a blowjob.
He smiled more, I don't think he was awake enough to laugh. You want coffee I asked him.
Taylor: Yea, like 10 cups, I have a headache and feel like death.
Me: Got just the thing, you're not much of a drinker I take it?
Taylor: I'm not a drinker at all, is it this bad every morning after you drink?
Me: No, you just didn't drink any water last night before you went to sleep. Take a pair of my boxer briefs and go upstairs and take a shower. You can borrow some clothes in my room. I'll make you something to drink and eat when you get back down.
Taylor: ughh, ok...I'm getting up. Where are you parents?
Me: Out, house is empty.
Of course I stared at his ass in his boxers as he walked up the stairs. I hated boxers, too baggy, can't really see anything, at least he had to put on my boxer briefs after he showered so I would get a better look of front and back. I made some coffee and a couple bagels with cream cheese. I put a little whiskey in his coffee, a little black jack would do him good. He came down in shorts and a t-shirt and sat down at the table. We ate and talked, he didn't seem to notice I spiked his coffee for him, probably thought it was just sweeter.
Me: So, what do you think about what happened last night?
Taylor: I thought it was great.
Me: Yea it was, but there is one problem.
Taylor: What? Did I fuck up with something?
Me: Yea, I didn't get to return the favor.
He smiled at me, I stood up and rose him out of his chair. I leaned down and kissed him, forcing his mouth open with my tounge. We moved over to the sofa in the living room and I sat him down. It was time I saw what I was working with. I started rubbing the front of his shorts while still kissing him. I got up and pulled my shirt off, he watched me and did the same. I worked down his chest sucking his nipples a little and rubbing him. I told him to lift up as I took his shorts off, just my boxer briefs left on him, and his little socks. I stood up and got totally naked, his mouth was watering....so was mine. I started rubbing his hard dick through his briefs, not much there I thought, but I didn't really care. I slipped them down and out popped a skinny 5 1/2 inch cut dick, I grew almost an inch and got thicker between 18 and 21 so he would probably too. I wasted no time after I inspected his junk. I was going to show him how to give a blowjob by my actions, not by my words. I wanted it to be slow and special for him, this was the first time anyone touched his dick other than him, and I knew he wouldn't last too long if I didn't put in the effort to edge him a little bit. He was trying to get at me, so I just pushed him back to the couch.
Me: Sit back and relax.
Taylor: Ok (panting)
His dick was a little soapy tasting at first, but after I bathed it with my mouth for a bit I could taste him. If he got a little close, I would go down to his balls and massage them with my hands and mouth. slow him down a little bit. I spread his legs wide so I had complete access to everything he had. His head was thrown back and staring at the ceiling with his eyes closed. I don't think he even knew where he was. All in all, it was about ten mins of sucking before it was time. Not bad for a first blowjob, to hold off that long. He didn't warn me he was gonna nut, and he didn't have to, I knew the signs. His body straighened up and his hands made little fists hitting the couch cushions. He let out a long low grunt and my mouth filled up with his sweet cum. I swallowed it all, being a semi-professional at blowjobs. He eventually calmed down and stopped cumming, his body went limp and he was breathing hard looking up at the ceiling still.
Taylor: Woah....woah....woah....
Me: Thats how you give a blowjob Taylor.
He let out a little laugh, got up and got dressed. I was still nude and my dick was dripping by now.
Taylor: Oh god, I'm sorry. I totally forgot about you.
Me: haha thats ok, you were coming back down to earth, don't worry about it.
I put my underwear back on and reached for my shorts.
Taylor: No, no, what are you doing?
Me: I thought you needed a little break after that, I don't expect you to return the favor right now man. My dick isn't going anywhere, and it will go down in a min.
Taylor: Ok thanks haha, I am a little tired. I should probably head home anyway I think.
Me: Ok, I'll take you, I'm fixing the brakes on my truck with my dad in a few hours anyway. Put some of my deodarant on, you smell like sex. Not a good smell to have around parents.
Taylor: Ok.
I dropped him off at his house and his dad (I assumed) waved at me as he was watering the lawn.
Taylor: I kinda feel like I should kiss you before I leave.
Me: Ummm, well thats a nice thought dude, but your dad might have some questions.
He laughed, I shook his hand and asked him what he was up to later.
Taylor: Uh, nothing really. Yard work and gotta clean shit out of my room.
Me: How easy is it for you to get out of the house, or sleep over, I mean are your parents cool with you going out at night?
Taylor: Yea usually, you might need to do a little work though. My dad wants to meet all of my friends before I stay over someone's house.
Ok, here we go. I turned off my truck got out and went over to introduce myself. His dad seemed very nice, and I told him who I was and because Taylor was going to go to the same college I went to, I was helping him out to get ready for what to expect. He liked the idea. What really did it for him was that he knew my father and had a great deal of respect for him. I told him Taylor and I were gonna go night fishing tonight and he might end up staying over if that was ok. He had no objections, shook my hand, turned around to keep watering, and I smiled over at Taylor.
Taylor: Pick me up at 6pm.
Me: Sure bud, I have extra fishing gear if you don't have any.
Well this was working out perfect. I had no idea what school Taylor was going to, I never asked him. But I knew college, so if his dad quizzed me on what college life was like at Taylor's soon to be school, I would do fine. All college life is the same, a little different some places, but I wasn't worried about giving myself away. So the day went on, my dad came back from fishing and we started working on the brakes of my truck.
Dad: You got any plans tonight?
Me: Yea, going fishing with a bud.
Dad: You want to use the boat?
Me: No, just gonna shore fish at the lake a little bit.
Dad: Ok, I'll just leave the motor on the v-hull if you have a change of mind.
Me: Thanks dad.
It was about 5pm, I ate, showered again, and got dressed. Well I guess this was our first planned date together kinda. I pulled into his driveway and he came walking out. He looked really different. He didn't have his glasses on, and obviously had gotten a hair cut during the day. He cut it down much shorter and it was styled a little spikey now, rather than combed over to the side. He looked 145% hotter I must say. T-shirt, shorts, sneakers, just like me. He had a fishing rod and tackle box in hand and jumped into the truck.
Taylor: So the brakes work I hope?
Me: haha yea, we won't die.
I pulled out (haha) of his driveway and headed back to my house. Got things set up and headed into the woods towards the lake.
Taylor: Oh, we are actually going fishing, I thought that was just a story.
Me: Nah, I love to fish, you'll have fun.
He really wasn't enjoying himself because he wasn't catching anything. I said wait till it cools off and the sun starts to go down. Bass get lazy in the heat and don't do much feeding in the daily hot summer sun. I had a little cooler and handed him a coke. He said thanks and took a drink...
Taylor: Woah, this is like a super coke haha.
Me: Yep, coke makes this new drink where it has whiskey already in it haha.
He laughed and we changed our gear. It was getting dark and the sun had stopped its assault on the water, the hungry bass would come out and hunt now. At night they hunted by sound, so we put some top water poppers on to attract them. Sure enough, 5 mins later Taylor got a hit and landed a decent sized bass. Now he was happy. We stayed for about another hour and left around 9pm. We both caught 3 or 4 bass each and he definetly was enjoying himself. We got back to the house, cleaned up, and had a few bites to eat. I told my dad how our little adventure turned out and he seemed impressed by what we caught. I guess he still bought the act that he was a friend from college, no idea how he believed it, but it was working. I mean he looked 15.
Me: We are gonna head downstairs and chill for a bit.
Dad: Ok, well goodnight then.
We went downstairs and got things set up for the night. Played a little poker and just talked. I wasn't a beer guy, so I made a drink for myself, let Taylor handle the beer.
Taylor: I'm not a pussy you know, I want to try what you are drinking.
I was drinking straight jack over ice, but if he really wanted it, fine.
Me: haha ok.
I poured him a straight shot of Jack and he almost threw up, his face went bright red and he was coughing like no tomorrow.
Taylor: Ok...ok, no more of that, wow.
Me: So you are gay I take it?
Taylor: What do you mean, I think that is obvious right?
Me: Well, I mean I'm Bi, I was just wondering if you had any feelings for girls.
Taylor: I knew I was gay when I was 12. Girls do nothing for me, is that a problem?
Me: Not for me haha.
Taylor laughed.
Taylor: What do you like about girls anyway? I never got it.
Me: Well, I never got it either actually, but I just like them, thats all I can say. But I like guys too, no doubt about that I guess. When I get close to a guy, its the same thing with a girl. Guys in relationships can be as needy and annoying as girls, believe me...but if you like a person, guy or girl, you put up with the shit.
Taylor: No one knows I'm out, anyone know about you?
Me: A couple guys I fooled around with at college that I still hang out with, thats about it. And no offense, but I could tell you were gay when I first met you.
Taylor: Really? Is it that obvious?
Me: No, its not obvious at all for most people, but as someone who has experience finding guys to hook up with, I've learned to see the little things. I doubt anyone else suspects anything, but if you know what to look for, it becomes easy to spot.
Taylor: Great, so I'll be queer bait when I go to college.
Me: Nah, you will be fine. You will probably be the one to make the first move. Might be kids there that want to hook up with you, but they won't approach you. You made the first move on me last night.
Taylor: I didn't know what I was doing Brandon, it wasn't planned or anything.
Me: I know, but you still did it because you wanted to, and here we are together, drinking, chatting and playing cards.
Taylor: Yea, good point. We sleeping down here again or up in your room?
Me: Uhh, down here dude haha, if anything happens like it did the night before, I don't think I want you crying out 10 feet from my parents room.
Taylor: So the sex thing, I assume you are a top, but you like other stuff we did too right?
Me: haha yea, where did you learn about all that stuff without ever being with a guy?
Taylor: Internet, books, chatting with people online, its common knowledge now. I'm not sure what I am yet I guess.
Me: Well, we can figure that out. Have you ever played around with your ass?
Taylor: Well...I have a screwdriver under my bed, I use the handle in my ass while I jerk off sometimes.
Me: Well that was blunt, you like the way it feels?
Taylor: Yea, a lot. But I would like to try being a top too, I mean not with you, but in the future.
Me: Well you can kinda try with me if you want. No penetration, but we can figure something out for you to get the feeling of being masculine if thats what you want to try. And if you want to finger me, I don't mind that.
Taylor: Ok, lets stop talking about sex and have sex? Ok?
Me: hahaha good point bud.
I told him to strip to his boxers, I did the same. I told him to keep his socks on, I always loved that. He had quite the tent going from our little talk, and I was about 1/2 hard, stretching my boxer briefs out.
Taylor: So, you know by now I don't know much about this, whats the plan?
Me: Plan? No plan, just see what happens. Sex isn't a strategy planned out in advance, do what you want and see if your partner responds buddy.
I layed down on the bed and motioned him to come over. He was going to sit on the edge of the bed next to me, but I moved him over so he was sitting on my chest above my dick.
Me: Take out your shit and guide it home Taylor.
He pulled his dick through his boxers and scooched up to my face. He put the tip to my lips and I reached out with my tounge licking him. He wasn't moving.
Me: You need to do a little work here bud, fuck my face a little, I can't reach you and its hard to move my neck in this position.
Taylor: Oh, shit, sorry.
He began to pump in and out of my mouth, he needed a little experience with his rythm and tempo, but he was learning quick. I stopped him because he was about to cum too soon. I flipped him over and did the same thing to him. I pushed about half way into his mouth before he gagged a little bit. I started a slow rythm in and out and told him to use his tounge. I reached back and played with his balls while pumping in and out of his mouth. I stopped and moved down his body. I told him to hold his legs up. I put my fingers up to his mouth and told him to suck on them. After they were nice and wet I went back to work on his dick while probing his hole with my fingers. I had a pretty steady finger fucking session going with eventually two fingers while I was teasing his dick. I had to test the waters, it was my goal after all.
Me: You want to try it?
Taylor: Yes I do.
Me: Push out when I start getting my tip in.
Taylor: ok...(he seemed nervous but ready)
His balls were real tight to his body, I was about half way there and if I could get inside of him, it would make the rest of the journey to cum town very quickly. I asked him if he wanted me to use a condom.
Taylor: Is there a reason you should?
Me: Nope, I'm clean dude, tell me to stop if you are in pain.
He laid his head back down on the pillow and prepared himself for the unknown. My dick was bigger than a screwdriver handle in size, and it was just as hard at that point. His ass was clean and hairless, a nice pink color to it. I fingered him a little more, stretching out my fingers a little to try and make it easier for him. I rubbed up his chest with one hand while I got in position to start the loss of his virginity. I grabbed a pillow and put it under his ass to raise him up a little more, perfect position now. I told him to relax again and pushed my dick tip against his lubed hole. It popped in pretty easily. He gave out a little grunt, but now was the hard part. I leaned down right into his face so I could smell his breath while I pushed my dick home. I was whispering words of encouragement while I eased inside him slowly. He felt amazing. He took it really well too for his first time, his face contorted and he winced a little bit, but he never asked me to stop. I was about half way in after 5 mins of slowly working my dick inside him, and I decided it was time for a little in and out action to open him up a little.
Me: Ready?
Taylor: Yes, I'm really ready.
Me: No regrets about this, losing your virginity in my basement haha
Taylor: I have dreamed about how it would happen, this is better than any fantasy I made up in my head, just go slow please so I can get used to to it.
Me: No problem dude. (I loved talking during sex, made it much hotter to know what your partner wanted)
I started to really slowly long dick him with half my dick in, let him get used to the feeling. After slipping more in each stroke, I was eventually balls deep and he was eyes closed and mouth wide open through the entire ordeal. He seemed to adjust well and I decided it was time. I leaned down and started to french his mouth.
Me: You really ready now?
Taylor: Yes....
Time to pick up speed. I wanted it to last, so in between pounding him and getting close to cumming, I slowed down and let myself cool off a bit. Thank god we were in the basement, because we were making a lot of noise. He was moaning, and I was grunting throughout. I loved this position, making out and talking to him in his ear, telling how good he was doing while banging his virgin ass. Another good thing is we had no headboard or real bed frame, so no pounding or squeaking noises. The back and forth between pounding him and edging myself lasted for about 10 mins and I couldn't hold back anymore. I lurched up and finally came inside of him. No idea how much, but I can estimate it was enough to fill a few shot glasses at least. He was spent but still hadn't cum yet. I moved him over on his side and got in front of him. I grabbed his arm and threw it over me, I lubed up my ass and told him to fuck inbetween my ass cheeks. Whatever energy he had left in him, he expended. It only took him about 45 secs of him humping before he cried out and I felt the sweet wetness in between my ass and dripping down to my hole. I rolled off and laid on my back, he fell asleep instantly. I went into the basement bathroom and put a face towel under hot water. I cleaned my ass and dick off and made another for him. I pulled the sheets down and washed his dick, balls, and ass while he was sleeping. I gave him a little kiss and passed out next to him.
I woke up about 3 hours later to a certain feeling. I looked down and Taylor was sucking my dick. I guess he recovered from our experience earlier and was ready for more. He was doing much better, licking my balls, swirling his tounge around the back of my dick head. I pretended to stay asleep. He started using his other hand to jerk me while his mouth was working wonders on my tip. Even though I had sex earlier, it wouldn't be much longer...no warning for him this time because I was "asleep". I came pretty hard, and had a tough time pretending I was asleep, probably didn't give him as much cum as earlier, but he swallowed it all and cleaned me off. I heard him say "Not bad" and he rolled over and went to bed.
So we both woke up and it was monday morning. Unfortunately I had to work. He had a part time job at the supermarket before he went to school and had to work later in the day. I woke him up early, I told him I had to be at my dad's job site in an hour.
Me: Morning bud, we need to get moving. I'll take you home, then I have to head to work.
Taylor: What time is it?
Me: 6am, time to wake up!
He was groggy, but he got up and put his clothes on and got ready to leave. It was a tough schedule for us to meet again during the week, I worked 7-8am to about 5-6pm and was usually beat after. His job didn't start until 1 or 2 pm, and he stayed until closing at the supermarket which was 10-11pm. He pretty much worked full time in the summer to save up spending money for school, so we were limited during the week. I took him home and he smile at me and said thanks.
Me: No, thank you dude, this is great. We will talk during the week, maybe work something out. If not, next weekend maybe?
Taylor: Yes, next weekend definetly.
Me: Well I was thinking, 4th of July is coming up too, my family has a house way up in Maine on the shore of a huge lake near the Canadian border if you are interested in coming up for the long weekend, fish, 4 wheeling, fire pit on the lake side, shit like that?
Taylor: That would be a yes haha.
Me: Ok dude, well clear it with your parents, see if work will give you some time off too, its an 8 hour drive so I would like to be up there at least 5-6 days anyway, have a good day at work, call me later, I might be up.
We only talked a few times during the week, I felt shitty, and my dick had just gotten used to some regular action again too. I know what you are thinking, I was still dating a girl at the time, but she wasn't in love with my dick at that point and most of our dates ended with hugs and subtle kisses. I would never have invited her up to Maine with the family, shit I didn't even tell her I was going. I just said I was going on a fishing spree with family and would be back in a week. As for Taylor, I wasn't trying to abandon him and make him a weekend fuck friend, I wanted to spend more time with him, but time just didn't offer me the opportunities to talk and hang out with him during the week. I am just a big fan of a bromance with sex I guess. I only really fell in love with a guy once (Justin), my goal was to just have fun from both angles. Friendship, hanging out, and sex, but sex with no regrets was important....and so far Taylor had no regrets about anything, we were both loving the situation.
It was the end of the week and we had made plans to hang out on Saturday. He got dropped off by his mom and he wandered up the driveway. I came out and did a friendly wave. I was just hoping that she didn't know she was dropping her 18yr old son off at, well you know. I asked him what his parents thought about him coming up to Maine.
Taylor: They are cool with it. I schedueled and switched some shifts so I got 3 days off plus the weekend and the holiday, so 6 days total.
Me: Perfect. You work until 10pm tuesday right?
Taylor: Yep.
Me: Ok, I'll take a nap after work, get all your shit together before then, I'll pick you up from work and we will drive up tuesday night.
Taylor: I'm gonna be tired and feeling shitty man.
Me: Sleep on the ride up, its 8 hours....that way we get there around 6 or 7am and we have 5 full days of fun up there. I'll leave work around 2pm and get a good 6-7 hour sleep in before I pick you up.
Taylor: Ok, I should probably put stuff together now then I guess.
Me: Ok, lets go to my room and plan a list.
Taylor: I'll figure that out, I know what to bring.
Me: Ok tough guy haha.
Taylor: Can I ask you something?
Me: Sure, you just did.
Taylor: haha, no I mean, why did you take an interest in me? honestly?
Me: It just happened that night I guess, and I like smart guys too. Why are you asking?
Taylor: Just wondering I guess. I mean, I know you aren't using me or anything, but it just seems weird you would want to spend time together with me up at your place in Maine if you aren't gay and looking for something else. And seriously, I understand that part I do, but its just strange to me.
Me: Don't overthink things Tay, we are gonna have a great time, thats all you need to focus on dude.
Taylor: Oh so I'm Tay now, ok Bran hahaha.
Me: Works for me :).
We fooled around that night a little bit, but mainly were more focused on the trip to Maine tuesday night. Even though he didn't want to, I helped him make a list of shit he would need to make things comfortable. We had a large house on the water and 3 smaller hunting cabins with 2 bedrooms each in the area near the water. I hated the main house, so Taylor and I would be staying in one of the cabins right off the water, kinda secluded from the rest. Both my brothers and in-laws were coming up, my dad, mom, and a few cousins. I picked him up a little early from work after he told his boss about our trip, he was able to leave at 8:30pm instead of 10pm. That meant he could stay up for the ride and take a little nap up there and wake up at a normal late morning time. We played name the song on the radio, just scanning and seeing who could tell what song it was first. It got old about 6 hours in when the radio was mostly country music and religious channels. And as we got further up it became french channels from Canada. He looked REALLY tired, I kept telling him to hold on, we are almost there. We unpacked nothing when we got up, made good time too. It was a little after 3am and we had cut down a lot of drive time because of the lack of traffic at night. One bedroom had a queen, the other had two singles. Fuck it, if someone sees us in the same bed I will just say we were tired and needed a place to sleep. I practically dragged him onto the bed, and started to undress him. I set up the window fan to blow on us, no AC, and it was still hot at night. I got into bed shortly after and went to sleep.
We both got up almost at the same time around 10:30am or so. The rest of the family was coming up scattered, but no one would be there until late afternoon.
Taylor: Morning, where is the shower and toilet in this place.
Me: Well the house has both, but ours are easy to find.
I pointed out the window at the lake and the outhouse next to our cabin.
Taylor: The lake is the shower....and a hole in the ground is the shitter....
Me: Yep, we use this special soap that doesn't damage the water and bathe in the lake. Honestly, you can shit and piss wherever you want, all the other animals do it :)
Taylor: Where is the hot water nozzle on the lake? hahaha
Me: You'll get used to it, or you won't and stink, up to you.
He followed me outside and I headed to my spot. It was a little swim to get to, a big rock sticking out of the water about 20 feet out, the shore side depth of the rock was only 5 feet or so, but the lake side depth was 12 feet....so you lather up on the rock, and dive in to rinse off. We both went in the water slow because although it was July, the water was still cold. I eventually just dove under and swam to the rock. He followed tenatively. We got out to the rock and I taught him how to shower up in a lake. I kinda wanted to really show him how to shower, but we were in the open and although only 50 people lived within 20 square miles, it was too much of a risk. We went back to the cabin and got dressed. I took him down to the general store about 15 mins away, we picked up some food and bait for fishing....and booze of course haha. We headed back to our camp and unloaded everything we bought and everything we didn't unload last night when we arrived. We ate a little bit and it was about 1pm.
Taylor: So what are we doing now? Where is everyone else?
Me: They will be here in a few hours. We can go 4-wheeling or do some fishing. Take a hike in the woods, whatever, we have a little time.
Taylor: I've fished and hiked before, never been 4-wheeling.
Me: Ok, sounds good, tons of logging trails around here just to rip down, take it easy at first. You want to ride with me, or you want your own rig?
Taylor: I'll ride with you, I need to learn how to drive them before I get on by myself.
Perfect I thought. Him behind me with arms wrapped around my waste hammering down a trail at 60 mph. I got him a helmet and offered him some goggles.
Taylor: You wear the goggles?
Me: Nah, sunglasses work.
Taylor: Ok let me get my sunglasses, I have my contacts in, I don't need my real glasses.
So I got our beast out of the shed. It was a utility 4-wheeler, we had 3 other ones that were mainly for sport, this thing was a beast. 750cc utility quad, not made for tricks, but for ripping down a logging road? Sure. Plus it was bigger and he would be more comfortable riding behind me. I started it up and motioned for him to get on behind me. I drove up the dirt road to the main road. We had to cross to get to the logging road. Abandoned logging roads are just basically wide dirt paths that cut into the woods. This one I knew from experience went on for about 5 miles and looped back around a little back down the main road, plenty of space to explore and show him what it was like.
Me: You ready?
Taylor: Yea, what do I do?
Me: Wrap around my waist and hold on tight, watch what I do so you can try it later.
Taylor: OK!
We both had to yell a little with the noise. I started slow down the path, 25 mph or so, he was loving it. Even though it was a utility quad, at 750cc it would still get close to 60, but I didn't want him to shit his pants getting scared. We were just crusing a little and I was gauging his reaction.
Taylor: Is this as fast as it goes?
Me: Fuck no, how fast you want to go?
Taylor: As fast as it goes!
Ok then. I got it close to 60 mph with no haul on the back and two people riding, if he wanted it, fuck it. I accelerated quickly and he grabbed on to me really tight. He buried his head into my back and was looking over my shoulder for about 5 mins.
Taylor: HOLY SHIT!
I slowed down and stopped.
Me: Fast enough?
Taylor: woah, yea wow Brandon.
Me: Your turn to drive, hope you were watching me. Don't worry, its an automatic so its easy to drive.
I showed him what he needed to do and we reversed positions. He bucked it a little bit and it was jumping, I told him to be easier on the throttle and learn the machine. He got the hang of it quick and was cruising around 30-35 mph.
Taylor: This is fucking awesome!
Me: Open it up dude.
He did for a short time and was having a blast. He stopped the quad and turned around and looked at me.
Taylor: Can we do something out here?
Me: I would fucking love to, but I don't have a rifle with me, and if you want your last sexual experience to end being mauled to death by a black bear, we should probably head back.
He laughed, but I assured him bears were everywhere out here, and angry mother moose. We switched positions quick and I headed home, full speed almost the entire time except on corners. We pulled up to the house shed and put the quad and equiptment away.
Taylor: Holy shit, that was fast Brandon. 60 mph seems like nothing in a car, but that was like light speed!
Me: Yea its different out in the open. No one here yet either, wow. Its almost 5pm, they should be here by now, at least my parents....ahh well. Well we can do a little shore fishing. Just drop trout sinkers in and sit by the shore and drink a little, see if we get a brownie or rainbow trout or anything.
Taylor: I don't know what that means, but sounds good to me, let me pick the bugs out of my teeth first haha.
We set up a few shore rods and watched them from our beach chairs while the sun went down. I didn't expect to catch anything at that time of late day, but at least we both had a rod to watch while we drank a little and chilled.
Taylor: Well, so far so good, wow. What else are we gonna do?
Me: Well we have a few small aluminum v-hull boats with 10hp motors to explore the lake and fish. And I can think of a few other things we can do I'm sure haha.
Taylor laughed and moved his chair right next to mine. He put his hand on my leg and was rubbing it up and down a little. I spread my legs letting him know it was ok. He went higher and grabbed my dick through my shorts.
Taylor: Hey I caught my first brown trout!
Me: Little shit. Well fuck it, its almost 8pm and the sun is going down. Lets head in and cook some dinner, I'm fucking starving.
Taylor: Yea me too.
Just as we were heading in, cars rolled up. The whole caravan. Everyone got out, I said my hello's and introduced Taylor to everyone. Everyone looked beat, so it was gonna be a quick dinner, get stuff unpacked and settled, and then bed. I told them Taylor and I were already cooking our own thing and we would see everyone in the morning. We walked back to our cabin and went inside.
Taylor: We haven't started cooking anything, why did you say that?
Me: Trust me, its better if we just eat here. I'm not in the mood for boring stories and family members telling each other how great everything is going. Everyone is better than the next guy in that kitchen right now.
Taylor: Ohhh, I see. Yea my family cookouts are like that too. No matter how good your life is going, someone else has to have a better story.
Me: Yep, well next cookout you can say you lost your virginity and are having regular sex with someone, bet most people can't top that. :)
He laughed.
We cooked up some grub and had dinner, nothing really special, just food in our stomachs. We were still very tired from the ride up, and decided a good nights sleep was perfect. I locked the cabin door, put the window fan on, and we settled into the queen bed together. Nothing happened really except a little cuddling before we drifted off to sleep together.
We both got up early refreshed. The morning air is so much different up there, maybe the extra oxygen in the air powered us up quicker. We had a sink in the cabin and decided on a hobo washcloth shower that morning rather than full on lake bath.
Me: You hungry?
Taylor: Yea, extremely.
Me: Good, the house should have a pile cooked up by now.
We got dressed but he seemed a little worried:
Taylor: You think we can still pull off the "friend from college" trick with everyone there in the house for breakfast?
Me: Yep.
We headed over to the main house and had a shitload of food. Hanging out with family and playing with my little cousins and nephews. Taylor was a little more comfortable after having not been approached about his age and relation with me.
Dad: We are gonna head into town and get some stuff, your brothers are going into Canada to look at some property, do you want to go with them?
Me: No, I'm gonna relax as much as possible here, Taylor and I are gonna do a little fishing and show him the lake a little. I'm gonna take the v-hull with the 10 horse on it.
Dad: No don't bother, I brought the center console up, take it out and have fun, I need to launch it anyway, but don't mess up the trailer winch, I just got it fixed.
Me: Oh, cool, yeah that will be awesome, thanks.
Dad: Ok, well we should all be back around lunch, the rest of the clan is going further back inland to a flea market, we'll see you later. Get the grills started around noon so they will be ready for cooking.
Me: Ok dad, see ya later.
I grabbed Taylor and left the house, we were off on another day adventure. We headed back to our cabin.
Me: Grab some drinks, and the fishing gear, I have to launch the boat.
Taylor: Launch what? Its sitting on the dock tied up.
Me: No we are taking my dad's boat out, he wanted us to really explore the lake in style haha.
Taylor: Sweeeeeeett.
Me: Couple of islands, and some nice landing spots around the lake too, we have a few hours to explore, I need to grab a gun, I'll be back after I launch the boat and get what we need. Get the fishing gear ready.
I came back with a cooler of food and booze, and an over/under 12 gauge remington with a bag of shells.
Taylor: What is the gun for?
Me: I'm going to kill you of course...(I gave a serious look)
Taylor: hahaha
Me: If we find a spot to go on shore, its just in case, always good to have something up here. A couple shots in the air are enough to scare away a black bear or moose.
Taylor: Well, better keep an eye on it, I might kill you first!
I hit him on the shoulder and we loaded the boat. It was much more an ocean boat in size and power, but it would handle the lake fine. I started it up and backed off the dock, once I got it in open water I turned it toward the lake and stepped aside with the engine idling.
Me: Well, go wherever you want Tay.
Taylor: How do I drive it?
Me: Simple, throttle is to your right, wheel is in front of you. Watch out for buoys floating, they are there to show where high rocks are. Other than that, steer toward on to one of the islands I guess. We'll fish the shallow rocks for smallmouth. Just remember, its not a car, no brakes dude.
Taylor: Ok, I got it.
The lake was about 2 miles across, but really long, maybe 8-9 miles. Plenty of fish to find, bass, trout, landlocked salmon, etc. We had plenty of room to explore and with my dad's boat, we could make good time getting anywhere we wanted to. He pushed the throttle forward a little bit and headed off. I pushed the throttle down hard when we hit open water and the boat planed going like the speed of light.
Taylor: WOOOAH, holy shit!
Me: Steer it dude.
He did a good job and we approached our spot near one of the little islands. Wind wasn't bad so the boat wouldnt drift too much. We got the rods ready and grabbed a few drinks first. We sat down and enjoyed the weather and the moment. I motioned him to sit closer to me. He came over and I started to rub his lower back a little. We both took our shirts off, he needed some sun desperately and I was still working on my tan.
Me: I'm glad you came up, this has been really fun with you so far.
Taylor: I don't think I have ever had this much fun in 2 days in my life, this is great. How much fishing are we going to do?
Me: I don't care, none if you want, we can rip the boat around the lake, drink a little, hit a shoreline and explore, thats the best part about being up here....no plans, no schedule, just enjoy everything.
Taylor: Brandon, this is like pure freedom for me, I really fucking love it, no joke.
Me: hahah, me too dude, so what do you want to do?
Taylor: Well lets try fishing I guess, we are already at the spot.
So we fished for a little. Caught a couple smallmouth, nothing over 2 pounds. Taylor seemed to be getting bored, I don't think he was a fan of fishing.
Me: Ok, well lets get the fishing gear together and rip around the lake.
I told Taylor he was the captain and go wherever he wanted. For the next 30 mins or so we went balls out down the lake, he got better steering the boat and got better reading speed for making turns. I told him to head back, we need to start the grills.
Me: Try docking the boat.
Taylor: uh ok.
He did a good job for his first time and didn't ram the boat. (He had done a couple other things good his first time the last week too). So it was just about noon, I put the shotgun and ammo back and I got the 2 charcoal grills started and sat down. Taylor came back over and sat down next to me with a beer for him and a drink for me.
Me: Now we just wait.
Taylor: For?
Me: The grills to heat up.
Taylor moved his chair over right next to mine, we were at the back of the house looking out onto the lake and had complete privacy. If anyone came back we would hear the cars pull up. Not enough warning to all out have nude sex, but enough if we wanted to fool around a little. I put my arm around his shoulder and rubbed the back of his neck a little. I turned his face to mine and frenched him a little bit. He stuck his hand up under my shirt and rubbed my chest. What the hell I thought. I moved down off my chair and pulled his dick out through his fly. He started to take off my shirt.
Me: Woah, clothes on bud, we won't have enough time to get dressed if people come back.
I told him just to lean back and started to lick and tease his balls and dick. He was a little ripe from being out on the boat, but not too bad, and it didn't bother me. I didn't want to stop in the middle of something if people came home, so I went to town pretty quick. Not that I needed to, at his age, a blowjob had an average life of 3-4 mins. I kept just his head in my mouth and jerked the rest of him with 2 fingers, swirling around on the back of his tip with my tounge. He buck his hips off the chair and grunted, and I was rewarded with a decent load. I got up and took a swig from my drink to wash down the cum. He pulled me over by my belt and opened my fly. He had trouble getting my dick out, it had contorted hard into a tough position to manage inside my khaki shorts. Cars started to pull up.
Me: Shit. (Well I gotta sit and hide this thing for a min now I was thinking)
Taylor: Later.
People came back, my father was happy I remembered to start the grills. He had bought some fireworks for that night and a ton of food. My little cousin Jeremy (who loved me) came running over. He was probably 7 or 8 at this point and did a flying ass dive onto my lap and hugged me. He hammered into my balls and bent my dick as much as it could be without breaking. I smiled through the tears and hugged him back.
Me: Go play buddy, I need to start cooking.
Taylor: That must have hurt.
Me:...yep..
Well, at least my hardon went down almost immediately and almost retreated back into my throat. Guys, you know ball pain, it sucks. Women complain about the pain of child birth, I would love for them to have a set of nuts that I can kick in for them to compare. Anyway, the afternoon went on and we had a feast. It was just before dark, and Taylor was helping the little kids use the sparklers by the water. He was really good with kids, as was I, I just couldn't stand them as long as he could I guess.
Dad: We'll do the fireworks in an hour or so.
Me: Ok, I'm gonna head back to the cabin with Taylor to wash up.
I grabbed Taylor and we walked the 150 feet or so back to our cabin.
Taylor: What are we doing now?
Me: Just waiting for fireworks, I was done with family chat and kid stuff until they start. And I know my Dad, when he adds "or so" after a time, it means triple it. So expect the fireworks in 3 hours, not 1.
Taylor: haha, ok. Let me have a drink.
Me: Let you have? You don't need permission, and you know where shit is. Make me one too, jack and coke please.
Taylor made two really strong drinks, I don't think he quite understood the mixture, but whatever.
Me: Don't get all shitty before the fireworks dude.
Taylor: I won't, but I want to get a little drunk, I've had 2 beers in 8 hours, I might as well be drinking water. I wanna feel a little buzzed.
Me: Well, those drinks will get you there haha.
Taylor: Are your balls ok from before?
Me: Yea they feel ok, might want to check on them though. (hint hint)
He rubbed my dick and balls through my shorts.
Taylor: yep they feel ok.
Me: You might need to get a closer look, just to make sure.
Taylor: Yea, better safe than sorry hahah.
He got my dick out and started stroking me to hardness. I told him to get the lube out of the bag by our bed.
Taylor: I was going to blow you, not jerk you off.
Me: Its not for my dick.