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I saw Brodie far too often for my taste over the week they stayed and besides greetings, we never talked. I was hurt and pissed at the same time, not particularly at him but at myself for letting my first time be meaningless to my partner. Grandma realized that something was bothering me and even though she was all sweat and asked me a couple of times, I said nothing was wrong. Whenever I didn't have to help, I rode away on my bike. I just didn't want to see Brodie more than I had to. Sometimes, when I wanted to be totally alone, I'd ride northern directly overseeing the coast, sometimes, when I wanted to be around someone, I'd ride either to the ferry landing or to the golf club, whose manager was a good friend of Grandpa's.
On the last day of Brodie and his family's stay, I rode to the golf course again and just sat on the grass between club house and putting green. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder and I looked up.
"Can you caddy?," said the man who looked to be around 30. "They only have two left and the manager told us we could ask you."
"I've never done it before."
"No worries, we're not really any good at it but need someone to carry the bags."
"It's 30 bucks for maybe two hours," said another man, also around 30.
"And we're not moody and get pissed if you'd hand the wrong club," said the first guy again.
I looked at the crowd and saw the third man, also roughly the same age as the first two, and the two other caddys, one older, maybe 22, and one a little older than me.
"Okay, but I need to be home in 3 hours."
"Fine, here's the 30 and that's my bag," said the first man. "I'm Ethan and you are?"
"My name is Josh."
"Josh, this are Andrew and Peter, and sorry fellas, I forgot yor names."
"Cody," said the older Caddy.
"Ben," said the younger.
"Well than, let's get to it," said Ethan.
They started and Ethan, Andrew and Peter were really not too good at golfing, playing tripple or quadruple bogys, as I learned. They didn't seem to care and just joked around, making fun of each other. Ben frequently helped me with the clubs and we chatted a bit, Cody on the other hand totally ignored me. After finishing hole 9, we were supposed to put the bags into their cars. Ethan handed me his keys and said it was the black BMW SUV on the right.
After handing his keys back in the club house, Ethan gave me a 20 and thanked me. I was surprised and dearly thanked him and wished him a nice afternoon. I walked out of the club house, wanting to sit in the grass again for the remaining hour as I bumped into Ben.
"Wanna grab a drink," asked Ben.
"Okay."
He walked with me into the club house and downstairs to the employees lounge. A few chairs were sanding around the room and there was a soda machine. Ben got his drink.
"What do you want to drink?," asked Ben, offering to buy me a soda.
"No offense but I just had a bad experience when a guy bought me a soda," was my reply as I bought myself a Coke.
"How come?"
"It ended in bed!"
Ben looked at me surprised or maybe shocked and I realized I just outed myself to a stranger.
"So you're gay?," asked Ben suddenly.
"Yeah."
"Cool! And sorry about the other guy."
"Not your fault, not even his, really, never should have jumped into bed with the first available guy."
We sat down and chatted for a while. Ben was almost 17, lived in Cross Plains, just 30 minutes from Madison, and was bisexual but never had been with a boy or a girl since once jerking off next to an older cousin when he was 13. His grandparents too lived on the island and he took petty jobs so he could pay for his car and go out. One hour passed quickly and I had to head home. Ben quickly wrote down his cell phone number and handed it to me, telling me I could call if I wanted to go out or something.
From the very moment I rode my bike back home until I was lying in bed hours later, I constantly thought about Ben and him handing me his number. I didn't even care about running into Brodie. Was Ben trying to get me in bed too? Was he thinking I'm a slut? Do I even like him? I couldn't fall asleep until well after midnight and decided at around 1am to just write Ben a text. After minuets of re-writing the text, I sent: "sry, cant meet some1 who might just hurt me 2. made a mistake w the other guy, dont wanna repeat it"
Just mere seconds after sending it, Ben called. I didn't pick up. He called a second time. I picked up.
"Hi."
"Why do you think that just because I wanted to meet you I'd wanna bang you too?"
"Sorry, I don't know, don't you want to?"
"I barely know you and no offense, but before I want to go to bed with someone, I'd want to get to know him or her first."
"Oh, ahm, I guess my text was inapropriate then."
"You guessed right! I think you're a nice guy, at least I thought this afternoon, and maybe we could hang as we both were staying at an island where we hardly know someone else."
"I'm sorry, I'm just hurt but I shouldn't have made any asumptuions. Your plan sounds good though, very good!"
"So no more assumptious texts?"
"Nope."
"What you doing tomorrow afternoon?"
"Nothing."
"Wanna go swimming?"
"I'd love to."
"Want me to pick you up at around 2?"
"Sure. And again, I'm sorry!"
"Lets just forget it and I'll see you tomorrow."
We said our byes and good nights and after hagning up, I could quickly fall asleep.
I was waiting outside at 2 in my swim shorts, a T and flip flops, aswell as a bag with sodas, towels and an extra pair of shorts. A couple of minutes later, Ben pulled up. I hopped in and said "Hi."
"Hi. Sorry, we have to head to my grandparents first, forgot my stuff this morning," as he drove off.
"I got extra shorts and another towel with me if you want?"
"You sure?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, any particular beach you want to head to?"
"I don't know any besides my grandparents!"
"Lucky bastard. There is one tiny beach where I like to go, not alot of people hang around, sometimes even noone. You cool with it or would you think I'd jump you if we are alone?"
"Sorry again and it's cool."
We drove for roughly 20 minutes and chatted the whole drive. Ben was really a very nice guy. From where we parked, we had to walk for 10 minutes but as we reached the beach, I immediately knew why Ben liked it! It was a small, maybe 300 feet wide beach. Noone else was there and the view was fantastic. I dropped my bag and T, pulled out both towels and the shorts and handed them to Ben. He peeled off his shirt and dropped his jeans. He was in his boxers and turned around but kept looking over his shoulder.
"Do you mind?"
"Oh, ahm, sorry."
I turned away. 15 seconds later, Ben ran by me into the water. I followed and for at least an hour we swam and horsed around. Finally, we decided to head back out and sat on our towels.
"Thanks, this is really cool, Ben!"
"You're welcome."
We looked at each other and I knew I wanted to kiss him. But Ben turned over and lied down on his stomach, facing the water.
"The view is just beautiful, don't you think?"
I lied down on my stomach too.
"Yeah, you found the perfect beach!"
For several minutes we just looked at the water and didn't say a word. I wondered if Ben had felt the same spark in the air or if it was just me hopelessly falling for a guy. Suddenly, Ben talked again.
"You know, Josh, I would really, I mean, I don't know, before, after we came out of the water, I, hopefully you too, but there was this tension in the air and I really wanted to kiss you, I'm sorry!"
I sat up.
"What are you sorry for? I wanted to kiss you too."
"Really?"
"Yes! Why don't you just sit up and we'll try?"
"I....I can't, I mean, I'm....hard!"
"So what?"
Slowly, Ben turned over, putting both hands over his buldge. As he sat right in front of me, I moved forward, putting my right hand on his cheek as our lips touched. At first, we only kissed softly but we both urged for more as our lips parted and our tongues began to wrestle. He put one arm onto my back and the other on the back of my head. We stayed like that, passionately kissing for several minutes until we finally parted for a break.
"I'm hard now too, Ben."
He shyingly peeked down at my tented shorts and I did the same.
"What do you want to do now?," asked Ben.
"How about we kiss some more?"
He pushed me back onto my towel and lied down on top of me, immediately starting to kiss me again. I felt his hardon press against my hip and I'm sure he felt mine against his. I ran my hands over his back and Ben played with my hair as we continued to passionately kiss for several minutes. I hoped this would never end!
"You're so beautifull, I wanted to kiss you from the very first moment I saw you sitting in the grass!"
I blushed.
"You're not bad neither."
"Not bad?"
"You're hot!"
Ben gave me a quick kiss.
"If I'd ask you to come back with me to my grandparents, would you freak and run away?"
"No!"
"So wanna come to my grandparents with me?"
"I'd love to!"
Ben stood up and put on his T, I did the same. We put his jeans and his undies into my bag but wrapped the towels over our hips. It would not only hide our hardons but keep the wet swim shorts from the car seats. We rushed back to his car, stopping from time to time for a kiss. After a 10 minute drive, Ben parked in front of a house. We got out and he walked towards the garage.
"I live over the garage, just like Mike in Growing Pains."
"I don't like that show!"
"Me neither, but at least I have my own space."
We rushed up the stairs and as the door was closed and locked behind us, we shed our shirts and the towels.
"I've never...done anything."
"Shhh, don't worry. Wanna kiss some more?"
"Yeah."
I stepped closer and kissed him again. We slowly moved towards the bed but kept kissing until we reached it.
"If you'd like, we could keep the wet shorts on but that would ruin your sheets."
"Would you mind if we'd drop them?"
Still standing close to him, I reached down and got out of my swim shorts.
"I don't mind."
Ben slowly got out of his too and even though I desperately wanted to stare down, I knew he wouldn't feel comfortable. He quickly jumped into bed under the sheets and I followed. We started kissing again, rolling around in bed. I felt his boner against my body and was pretty sure the wetness wasn't from the lake. My own hardon leaked precum too but we didn't touch each other anywhere near it, running our hands only through the hair or on the backs. I don't know how long we kissed but it was the best moments of my life! Even though I was super horny, a sexual release wasn't on my mind. I just wanted to keep kissing him forever.
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