Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time

by Mickey Erlach

  “Ahhh, D-d-donny what are you doing down there, little buddy?”

  Damn! Even my virgin tongue was hard at this point; wanting to reach out and lick some man-butt even though I hadn’t even heard of rimming at that point in my life.

  “Just makin’ sure you’re good and clean. Why do a half-assed job?” I snickered.

  He got the joke and said, “Well, little buddy you are doing a hell of a job.” With that, he turned around, presenting me with a delicious slab of cock-meat at full hard stand. His foreskin was pulled back revealing a smooth, deep pink head on a seven inch staff. For a moment, neither of us made a move. Looking up into his half-closed eyes, it was clear to me that he was ready and willing. My tongue snaked out and lightly caressed his cock-head, followed by my eager lips sinking down to the base; meeting the soft wetness of his golden-red fleece.

  He groaned softly, “Ooooh man … sooo good … suck it … take it deep,” and I thrust forward to get more of his throbbing cock down my throat.

  “Yah, that’s it, take Uncle Bruce’s prick all the way in … oh man, your mouth is so hot. You’re gonna eat my cum, Donny-boy.” He grabbed the sides of my head forcing my lips and tongue to hungrily swallow him again and again while I stroked his tightening ball sack, a sign that he was approaching the point of no return. He hoarsely whispered, “Donny, I can’t hold it … cummin’ ... take my load … ahhhhhh!”

  The gush of hot cream filled my mouth to overflowing. I swallowed again and again and still had enough left to savor once my lips reluctantly left its source.

  Judging from the thickness and intense flavor of his cum, he had been saving this load for weeks. Moaning faintly, he fell back against the shower wall and slowly slid down to a sitting position on the cool, wet tiles. Fascinated, I watched as his softening cock receded into its nest of pubic hair; the reddened head, still dripping drops of nectar, disappearing within its silky envelope. Waiting for a reaction as he got back on his feet, my reward was a big goofy smile and a kiss on the top of my head, followed by a deep, contented sigh. No more was said. We finished our showers and headed off to our beds.

  Dad appeared to be sleeping soundly. As I drifted off to sleep with the taste of Bruce still on my tongue, it didn’t matter that my own need hadn’t been taken care of. I was floating on air, but could hardly believe it had been so easy to land Bruce.

  I awoke to the aroma of coffee and the sound of laughter coming from below. Dad was nowhere to be seen. A check of my bedside clock told me it was almost 9:00 am.

  Suddenly, the events of last night hit me. Had I gone too far too soon? Would Bruce tell the others about me sucking his cock in the shower? Could that be the cause of the laughter around the breakfast table? Naah. It was doubtful he would brag about his best friend’s son giving him a blow job no matter how good it had been. Thanks to my old high school buddy John, I had acquired considerable talent in that department.

  Pulling on a pair of shorts, I went downstairs determined to be as casual around Bruce as if nothing unusual had occurred.

  My fears were unfounded. Everyone was engaged in an animated rehashing of last summer’s fishing mishaps. To my amazement, they were all naked!

  “Hey, good morning son, come on and sit down. I’ll get you some eggs and bacon in a minute. Meanwhile have a cup of coffee and feel free to take off those shorts. I told you we were very casual around here.”

  Why not? I figured what the hell, might as well join their little nudie breakfast club. The conversation resumed, and no one seemed to take any notice as I dropped my shorts and took a place at the table.

  The talk turned to the day’s activities. Dad was planning to do some work on his laptop for most of the morning. Bruce and Marc were going on a morning hike, and Jack decided to try his luck fishing from one of the canoes. Russ picked up a novel he was in the midst of reading and was going to relax on the front deck.

  I offered to clean up the dishes and generally tidy up the place before taking my tour of the property.

  As each one got up from the table, I was able to get a quick view of their bodies. Bruce was no surprise. Marc had a nice sized cut prick about three or four inches soft, which stood out because of his very slender build and a pair of low hanging balls that I knew would feel great resting on my chin. His ass was a bit skinny but well shaped. More impressive was the beautiful symmetrical hair pattern on his chest which continued right on down to his groin.

  Jack had muscles on top of muscles. His body was heavily furred all the way down to his pubic area. His massive pecs and prominent nipples made my mouth water; then my eyes focused on his cock and balls.

  Unlike many weight lifters, this guy was hung. My view was quickly blocked by Russ as he headed out to the deck. I only got a quick look at Russ’s goodies as he went by, and they seemed about average. Plenty of time to check him out later. By then, Jack had gone out the door and out of sight but not out of mind.

  My attention turned to Dad. It seems hard to believe, but he and I had rarely seen each other naked. When I stripped in front of him, it was usually in the course of having my annual physical and that was all business. Occasionally, I would catch him going in or out of the shower at home. Now, I had ample time to take in his masculine beauty, but my old feelings were starting to take over, and my cock throbbed to life. Quickly retreating upstairs, I headed for a cold shower.

  Two

  I figured it was now time for me to do some exploration of my new, if temporary, home.

  Pulling on a pair of shorts and T-shirt, I went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Dad cautioned me about wandering too far away from the shore of the lake due to the thickness of the woods. A guy could easily get lost since there were few marked trails and no other cabins within several miles of ours. Taking his advice, I headed down to the shoreline and followed it to the left. The cabin seemed to be situated on a large inlet or bay, which gave it privacy from the rest of the lake shore. Ahead of me was a large rock outcropping which would be my first destination.

  It took me about fifteen minutes to reach the rock and to climb up to its summit. Once there, the sight was spectacular. The day was clear, so there was nothing to mar my view of the entire lake including the land on either side of the bay. No signs of human habitation other than our cabin could be seen.

  A faint rustling of leaves and the whisper of breeze through pine boughs were the loudest sounds to reach my ears. Suddenly, a chipmunk popped his head out from under a nearby log and as quickly disappeared back into his home.

  I resolved to bring him some treats when I next visited this tranquil spot.

  Often, when hearing people speak of having a “religious experience” I scoff at the notion. How to define such a thing? This Sunday morning, sitting atop that promontory, surrounded by fragrant woods, I may have become a believer.

  Rested and spiritually refreshed, my journey continued along the sandy shore. The sun was rising quickly over the tree tops behind me, and the heat of the day was reaching an uncomfortable level. Finding a convenient log to sit on, I stripped off my clothes and gingerly stepped into the crystal clear water. Yipes! It was dick-shrinking cold! Never in my life had water that cold touched my skin. It would be enough to turn my nuts into snowballs. No thanks. The fresh air on my naked body felt good, so I continued my walk burdened only by my beat-up tennis shoes and water bottle. My shorts and shirt could be picked up on my way back.

  Previously unnoticed, there were two sets of footprints heading in the same direction. Maybe Bruce and Marc were somewhere ahead of me. It would be nice to meet up with them and learn more about the local terrain. Being naked in front of these guys no longer bothered me since it appeared to be the norm around these parts.

  About a quarter of a mile down the shore, the prints made a turn to the left onto a narrow pathway. Following the path a short distance led me to a clearing, in the center was a rustic gazebo-like structure.

  There they were, seated at a low
table engaged in a game of chess. I couldn’t contain my laughter. Bruce looked up from his game: “Hey Donny boy, what’s the matter – never saw a couple of naked chess players before?” Marc motioned for me to come on into the little pavilion. “I see you have decided to get into the spirit of the jungle,” pointing to my obvious nakedness and taking the opportunity to check out my youthful package. “Looks like you’re not a garcon anymore, Donny.”

  Bruce interrupted by offering me a seat at the little table. Mercifully, he acted as if nothing unusual had happened between us. My respect for him jumped up a few notches, but I couldn’t help stealing a glance at the cock I had dared to suck last night. He must have caught me as there was the undeniable beginning of an erection, causing him to shift in his seat, moving in closer to the table. He quickly continued the conversation, sensing my curiosity about this spot and hinted that there were several other surprises in store for me as I explored their little piece of paradise. I watched them play for awhile but soon got anxious to continue my walk, especially now that the promise of new discoveries had been made. Anyhow, they were more interested in their game than bullshitting with me.

  Returning to the shoreline, my tour was cut short by the intensity of the noonday sun, which was making things uncomfortably hot and would fry my pale city-boy skin. Heading back to the cabin, reclaiming my clothes en route, I decided to call it a day.

  Jack’s fishing trip proved to be a terrific success. He had come back with five large bass, which Russ was in the process of cleaning. Dinner tonight would be out by the campfire, and I could hardly wait for some of the guys home cooking. Bruce and Marc hadn’t come back yet, so I decided to take a nap.

  Dad must have had the same idea, and I found him sprawled across the bed at an angle wearing only a pair of my gym shorts. They were the ones with the embroidered D.O.C. monogram Mom had ordered from the Lands End catalogue. See, I told you she was a sucker for kitsch.

  My arrival caused him to awaken. I gave him a rundown of my hike, the rock climb, my encounter with the chipmunk and meeting up with Bruce and Marc at the gazebo. “They probably told you that our little retreat holds many surprises, the least of which is the little summer house you visited. You may have noticed that there are security cameras located around the grounds and in each room. These enable me to keep an eye on the property when we aren’t here.”

  My curiosity was again aroused. What could these surprises be? My sweaty body was becoming even offensive to me, so I headed for the showers.

  When I returned to the room, Dad was busy doing something on his laptop.

  “Don, I just realized you were due for your annual physical last week. While we are here at the cabin, it would be a good time to bring you up-to-date. The rest of the guys usually use this time to get their male-specific plumbing checked out. My lab isn’t equipped to do blood work, but that can wait until we get back home.”

  Lab? What lab? He had never mentioned having a lab at the cabin. Could this be surprise number two?

  We decided to take care of me the following morning.

  Jack and Russ really knocked themselves out preparing a great fish dinner, plenty of good cold beer plus a couple of bottles of white wine, which I later learned was a good Napa Valley chardonnay.

  The site, down at the waters edge was ideal for a cookout. A slightly drunken contentment settled over the camp while we relaxed and watched the fire slowly burn itself out. Life was really getting good at Morningwood. Impulsively, I leaned over and put my arms around Dad’s shoulder and thanked him for making me a part of this really cool group of friends. He returned my hug and gave me an uncharacteristic peck on my forehead.

  Three

  The next morning, I woke up about 7:00 am. While I took a quick shower, Dad had wheeled in a portable massage table.

  “Stay naked and jump up on the table and lie on your back. Now I want you to push yourself forward so your ass is at the edge of the table and bend your knees up toward your chest. The first thing I’m going to do is a digital rectal exam, focusing on your prostate.”

  He must have noticed the look of panic on my face, so in his best bedside manner, he continued, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle and use plenty of lube. You shouldn’t have any discomfort.”

  Up to this point in my life there had never been anything larger than a thermometer stuck up there, so I was a little nervous. He was good at his craft and after pulling on a latex glove, his well lubed index finger slipped in easily as he gently massaged the interior of my virgin ass.

  Then it happened. His finger tip applied some pressure to a particular spot causing me to let out a gasp, which he misinterpreted as pain. My cock went stiff in a flash.

  He looked at me with a slight smile on his face and said, “Don’t worry. That, my boy is your prostate gland.” He then continued lightly caressing my deliciously sensitive gland.

  Glancing down at my rock-hard prick he said, “I see the exam is having an effect. Don’t be concerned, it happens to a lot of guys. Just relax, we’ll be through here in just a few minutes.” As he continued his gentle massage, all I could think about at this moment was if a finger felt this good, how would a hard cock feel. He continued his probing, moving his finger against my prostate, applying a slight pressure as he slid his digit in and out. I was going nuts, that familiar pleasurable ache was forming in my groin. Never in my life had I felt anything like it. I knew any minute I was going to blow my load … and then it happened.

  “Ohhhhh, Dad, I’m losing it … I’m c-cuming.”

  An explosion of semen hit my chest and neck, the remainder streaked my belly, filling the indent of my navel. I had shot the load of my life without even touching my cock. Looking at me with a smile on his face, he slowly withdrew his gloved finger.

  “Well, you have just learned what every male should know about his anatomy. We guys come equipped with some erogenous zones that most men never discover. By the way, your prostate is in excellent shape. Now clean yourself up and relax, we’ll finish your exam later today.”

  This was one anatomy lesson I intended to use, filed under “things to do.”

  I must have slept for several hours because when I woke up it was almost 2:00 pm. The house was quiet except for the sound of classical music playing softly from the vicinity of the TV room. Picking up my shorts from the floor, I headed for the bathroom to take a long overdue piss.

  Downstairs, I found Dad again working at his computer. This seemed to be a good opportunity to ask him about the lab.

  “Have a seat, Donny, this is as good a time as any to fill you in on the research project I’m working on. As you learned from your prostate exam this morning, stimulating that part of a man’s anatomy can produce some undeniably positive results. For several years, I have been studying men’s sexual problems such as low sperm count, impotence, and diminished libido. Some improvement in these conditions has been noted after manually stimulating the prostate gland and taking better care of our testicles. As a result of my research, a device, which replicates a massaging finger is being produced for me right now in China.

  “In nineteenth-century Europe, this type of stimulation was used quite commonly by prostitutes to help their less than capable customers achieve a stiff erection and more powerful climax. Several books of the period made mention of the practice. Memoirs of a Voluptuary is one of the best. With the help of my friends and associates I have created a device, which is simple and in most cases, pleasurable to use.”

  At this point, I choked back my urge to burst out laughing. After all, I was still a teenager and the image of a sticking a mechanical finger up one’s ass was almost more than I could bear. Not that it didn’t have some interesting and entertaining possibilities. Seeing that he was quite serious, I stifled myself.

  He then took a slender leather case from a desk drawer. Inside was a stainless steel probe with a number of joints much like human finger joints, but there were more of them, making it quite flexible. There were also s
everal soft pink rubbery sleeves of differing thickness that were designed to cover the entire length, about seven inches and a diameter of one inch. A flange at the base would probably prevent accidental loss up the ass. My giggle fit was uncontrollable as I imagined it being used.

  The kit also included a belt-like attachment that could be used to hold it in place when having sexual intercourse. It was powered by batteries located in the tiny control pad. I had seen dildos before in catalogs, but nothing quite like this.

  “So, have Bruce, Marc, Jack and Russ all been guinea pigs?” I almost blurted out my first-hand knowledge that Bruce didn’t need any mechanical assistance to have a memorable orgasm, but caught myself. “Sure, they all have been very helpful with their suggestions even though none of them really need any help at this stage of their lives.”

  Returning the device to its case and placing it back in the drawer, he finished up our talk by reminding me, “Our family stands to make a lot of money from this instrument once it hits the market, and you will be the ultimate beneficiary of its success, and oh yes, the product name is PROSAGE I. Without a doubt there will be IIs and maybe IIIs as we continually do research.”

  Today’s events had given me a lot to think about. Was what Dad and I did this morning considered sex or just a physical exam? I damn sure enjoyed it no matter what it was. How much did the other guys enjoy using the PROSAGE I? Had they tried having anything else up their butt … like another man’s cock? None of them appeared to be gay, but who can tell these days. Maybe Bruce had been planning to jerk off anyway, and I just happened to be a willing cock sucker. No matter, they were all candidates for admission to “Donny’s Academy of Lust.”

  The rest of the day was uneventful, dinner from Mom’s stash, a couple of poker games and then bed.

  We had arrived on Saturday, and it was now Tuesday. So far, my first week was going almost too well. My Saturday night shower with Bruce had come as a real surprise. Not to mention my dad’s finger-fuck session yesterday. Maybe I should cool things off for a few days and concentrate on further exploration.