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The Summer I was 19
It was the summer I was nineteen. I was pretty innocent as I recall. I was to go to school in the fall some thousand miles away. A friend of the family had found a summer job for me just north of Montreal. We lived on the South Shore (for those that know Montreal and it's environs) and this job was in Ste Thérese. So I was staying with this friend and his family while I worked there.
James as I will call this friend, in retrospect seemed to have taken an interest in me and had one time presented me with this great fly fishing set, bamboo cane rods (two of them) in a boxed case with reel and flies. Unfortunately it was lost on me, although I was grateful, I had no idea why he would be giving it to me. I certainly was not avid fisherman. I had never tried fly fishing, wouldn't even know how to begin.
Anyway one night as I lay sleeping on my bed in the basement of their house, I woke or at least became aware that I was not alone. I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at the door and there was James just standing there looking at me. I don't know if he realized that I was awake but after a few minutes he left and that was that.
I have often wondered about him since that incident. He was a little younger that my parents by about 10 years I think. Was he gay? Was he wondering about me? He has long since died. If he was I can imagine how difficult it must have been for him. Because even in my day, it was totally taboo to be openly gay. I know it is part of the reason behind my getting married
This story comes from this, because this has always been one of those "What if?" kinds of questions to me. What if somehow an opportunity, or a situation had presented itself, or he had been brave enough to make an advance? What if in that case I too had been open to that advance? Maybe it was a weak gaydar sense but I have often thought that there was more there in that man than any of us knew.
My story: the fantasy part of it takes off from there.
That morning when I got up, it was Friday (my shift was from 5 AM till 2PM so I was up usually about 4:30AM.) I was surprised to see James up already as well. He had made breakfast for me.
"I couldn't sleep" he explained "And Jane (his wife) kicked me out of bed because I was keeping her awake."
We both laughed.
As I ate we talked briefly because I was watching the clock. "Have you had a chance to try out the fishing rods?" He asked
"To be honest I haven't had an opportunity and I've never fly fished. I wouldn't know how to begin."
"Well we should go out you and I and I'll teach you. How about tonight, this weekend."
"Sounds great" I said "but I don't have my fishing gear with me"
"Well I'm off today I could go down to your folks and pick it up."
"You would do that?"
"Sure"
"OK then we could go up to the cottage, just tell Mum we'll be there, I don't think they're going up this weekend."
I'm not sure if James had planned an overnight and in my innocence I was not expecting more than going up to the cottage which was only about an hour north of Ste Thérèse.
James on the other hand seemed to be quite excited about it. "That's a great idea!"
"You think Jane and the kids will want to come too?"
His face fell. "Uh oh yeah. No no don't worry about them the kids hate camping or being away from town. And Jane hates my fishing so it'll just be you and I. I'll pick you up from work."
I looked at the clock. "Man I have to get out of here" I jumped up.
"It's ok I'll drive you there" James said. (I usually drove my motorcycle.)
James babbled happily on the way to my work. He clearly was excited about the up coming weekend. How he broke the news to his wife I don't know or how she took it. He never told me. I know she was a bit of a shrew. But at 2PM sharp as I walked out the door of the factory he was there. I would have liked to have gone to the house for a shower but he said we could go swimming at the lake. Sounded good to me.
On the way up we stopped for a burger. James had packed everything we might need for the weekend . We had food. He had packed some clothes for me and even picked up my swimming trunks from home as well as the fishing rods.
As he drove, we talked. He would often just touch my leg or arm to make a point. It was not overt, but it was there. Perhaps a little more often than our societal mores would say was proper but also not over the line. I made me feel sort of weirdly, "uncomfortably comfortable" if that makes sense at all.
Anyway by four o'clock we were at the lake, by 4:30 we were in the water. James "jokingly" suggested skinny dipping but I reminded him that there were other people on the lake. I know however he looked me over when I came out in my bathing trunks, which were just a style more modest than speedos, not those huge things that everyone wears today that reveal nothing. Bathing suits back then... late 60s ... were a bit more revealing. I couldn't help notice that James took note. He didn't say anything but just smiled and we went down to the lake.
We same and goofed around for about an hour I'm sure. Then we came to shore and sat side by side in a couple deck chairs just up from the water taking in the sun and just enjoying each other's company.
After a while James suggested that it was time for a fishing lesson. We got up and he took one of the rods out of the case. We had brought it down with us when we came down to go swimming. With the rod all set up and a fly tied to the line, James went out to the point and showed me how it was done, whipping the rod back and forth sending the line out. On the second cast he even caught a fish, a little sunfish. Sunfish abound in the lake, you need about 75 to get a good mouthful but they are fun to catch.
Then it was my turn and it was here that things started to happen. I took the rod and tried on my own to do what I thought James had done but failed miserably. Then He stepped up behind me real close. He spoke softly in my ear as he gave instruction and with one arm around my waist he took the wrist of the hand holding the rod. I don't know if I learned anything, I know the I almost immediately sprung an erection. The feel of his body against mine. I know I could feel his "package" kind of nestling into my `crack'. The sound of his voice in my ear, just above a whisper, gently instructing me kept me totally almost lightheaded and aroused.
I leaned back into him. His hand was on my belly, holding me, moving gently, just caressingly.
"There" he said "You're getting it." The fly landed in the water about fifteen feet out. "Try again, this is an art it takes a lot of practice"
He was holding me tight to him and I was not resisting which I think he noticed. A couple times his hand strayed a bit "south" of my belly. He just kept talking to me. "Yeah that's it you are starting to get it now"
We stayed like this probably for a half hour, practicing and gently swaying together, his warm flesh against mine.
I know I was leaking precum by the gallon. All this time he continued to caress my belly only I noticed that at first his pinky would stray under the waistband of my trunks. He would just brush by then remove it. Then it was his pinky and the ring finger only this time he didn't remove them. The next time I cast the line I noticed that my movement caused the fingers to move a little further down. A third finger and then the fourth joined them. At least one finger was now in contact wit the base of my penis, and James made no effort to remove his hand.
I was now no longer really thinking about the fishing and when I cast out the last time I put a little more effort into it than before and his hand now slid right in. His fingers with full access to my aching cock curled around it . I gasped involuntarily "Ohhhnnn"
"I think we want to go up to the cottage don't you?" James whispered in my ear. His hand was now well in the confines of my trunks gently stroking my cock.
I nodded "Yeah" he removed his hand and we went up. We just left the tackle lying on the ground.
Neither of us said anything as we went up to the cottage. (for information the cottage was on a small lake that was nestled between four steep hills... our cottage was probably 50 feet above the lake in elevation)
Once in the cottage as if by mutual agreement we went out on the porch. I leaned on the railing and James once more took his place right behind me. I straightened up a bit to let him get in very close. Could feel that he was very aroused, I was too.
He reached around my waist with both hands. He found and pulled the tie cord of my bathing trunks and then eased my trunks off me. As they fell to the ground I stepped out of them. The cool fresh air around my genitals felt good. James cupped my balls with one hand and slowly stroked my cock with the other. I was in a total ecstasy of pleasure leaning back into him, allowing him total access. I moaned softly in the sheer bliss of what was happening to me.
"Do you like this?" He whispered in my ear.
"Oh yes" I breathed out.
He turned me around and we kissed for the first time. His tongued probed at my lips and I let it in. This was all new to me, I thought I had died and gone to the Elysian Fields.
As we kissed he continued to fondle and stroke me. I found his tie string and soon we were both naked. For the first time in my life I took hold of another man's engorged cock. It felt so good in my hand. The feel of the weight of his balls in my other hand was an erotic experience that I have never forgotten.
"We should find a more comfortable place" he said softly breaking off the kiss. He took my hand and we went inside to the bedroom. It was almost dark out now. The moon had come up as we kissed.
He had me lay on the bed and crawled up between my legs. I was achingly hard now. Precum was flowing freely whenever he touched me. Taking my cock in his hand James leaned forward and licked the precum from my cockhead. Then he took the head in his mouth his tongue swirling about it. I thought I was going to explode. I grabbed his head and he allowed the rest of my cock to slide deep into his mouth. I know he gagged a bit but he kept right on going. It was no more than a few seconds before I grunted out loud and released probably the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I could hear him struggling with the volume of cum I was feeding him but he kept sucking. Finally I had to pull him off because I had become so sensitive I couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled himself up and lay on top of me. I could feel his cock between my legs.
We kissed for some time, sharing the remains of my cum between us.
"Can I do you now James?" I asked presently.
"I would be so happy if you would Mike, I have wanted this for so long"
We traded places and I took the position he had taken a few minutes before. I gingerly took his cock in my hand. He too was producing copious amounts of precum. I knew I liked this fluid for it's salty slippery taste and texture. I often ate my own precum.
I leaned forward licking my lips, I let his cockhead slip into my mouth as I sucked the precum off the tip.
You know there is something about the taste of a man, something about the texture of the skin of the cockhead on the tongue coupled with that while neutral flavour is unique to a man. As soon as James' cock slid across my tongue I knew that I would never want anything else. I was a born cocksucker. Nothing makes me as happy as having a man's cock in my mouth.
I savoured the exquisite flavour and texture of this man's member. He moaned his pleasure encouraging me on. I started to move up and down on his magnificent manhood. He too was so aroused that it was no more than a minute before I was the recipient of a wonderful hot mass of his sperm. I swallowed as fast as I could, though I know some managed to find it's ways out and down my chin
James groaned out loud with his pleasure, I was once again aroused by the experience. My whole being glowed with the pleasure of the experience.
I remember thinking later that night as I lay in his arms, if there was ever a doubt about whether I would want to be with a man or a woman, the man would win out every time. Being in the arms of a man, sharing that most intimate part of my being to me is so right, so precious.
We both came again one more time that night. Finally falling asleep and not waking till about 10AM the following morning. We bathed in the lake, taking our bathing trunks off in the water, not to shock anyone that might be watching from one of the other cottages around the lake.
That afternoon we decided to head home again. We made love one more time, eating from each other before we left .
"I want to thank you so much for this Mike" James said as we approached Ste Thérèse. "You have made me so happy."
"You've made me happy too James."
"I should never have married Jane, but in my generation that is what you did. I have to tell you that being with you, having you in my arms felt so right. It is not something that I ever feel with Jane. Don't ever do what I have done Mike. You are gay like me, a woman is not for you. You have to find a man."
"I was thinking that last night as I lay in your arms James. It felt so right. It was perfect" I replied taking his hand in mine. "I just wish we had found each other earlier"
"Me too" He replied sadly
When we got home a short time later. A rather icy Jane greeted us. I made myself scarce. James smiled at me. I went down to my room but I could hear their argument even with the door closed. I was no longer a welcome guest there. I don't think that Jane suspected what we had done but she was not happy that James would have taken me and not his own kids.
The next day I gave my boss a weeks' notice. I told James and Jane that I would be leaving the end of the week. James and I did get to speak before I left. I needed to let him know that it was not because of what we had done at the cottage that I was leaving.
I only saw James maybe one or two more times after that, always in the context of a family visit. He always had a sad look about him.
He died many years later of a heart attack. He will always be the man that showed me the joys of gay sex. He will always have a special place in my heart.