Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time

by Mickey Erlach

  The morning breakfast talk was mainly about each guy’s plans for the day. Oddly, everyone was wearing some clothes. Had that first day’s nudism been sort of an initiation rite for my benefit? Nothing sounded interesting to me, so it would be a good day to be out and about.

  Jack suggested a light back pack with some bottled water and a snack might be a good idea.

  This morning, I would get an early start and try to avoid the heat of the day. Of course, there was always the lake to cool off in if things got desperately steamy.

  Minutes later, I was at the shoreline and decided to go to the right and cover some new territory. The sandy edge widened until there was almost a beach before me. This made my progress a lot easier since now my Keds were not so likely to get wet.

  About a quarter mile from my starting point, I spied a log post stuck in the ground close by the tree line. Further examination revealed the carved letters “B.H” and an arrow pointing to a narrow trail leading into the thicket. This had to be checked out. The pathway showed signs of recent use. Several sets of footprints pointing in both directions were plainly visible. The pathway made a sudden turn to the left, and after a short distance, there was surprise number three – a good-sized building of similar construction as the cabin, but of more recent vintage. No sign of life and not a sound could be heard. I walked the length of the broad front porch, peeking through each window, but curtains blocked my view of the interior. The large front door was locked, but attached to the wall next to the jamb was a small metal lock box. It was the same type of key safe we had at home. On a hunch, I entered our house code, punching in 2687 on the key pad. Presto! The box opened and there was the key.

  This place obviously belonged to Dad and the guys, so what harm could there be in my looking inside. Besides, a little rest wouldn’t hurt.

  Opening the door, the first thing I saw was an enormous bear skin complete with head, hanging on the opposite wall. The rest of the main room was typical lodge style: big stone fireplace, comfortable Indian print sofas and chairs and, of course, an antler chandelier. It was like a set from Bonanza. A doorway to the left of the fireplace led three steps down to a sort of recreation room with a big TV, billiard table and a reading nook lined with well stocked book shelves. Beyond this room was a small gym containing a few Nautilus type machines, and best of all, a good sized Jacuzzi spa, flanked by a steam room and sauna. This place was a fuckin’ resort!

  A big kitchen-dining room filled one end of the building. Upstairs was one large open “bunk” room containing six queen sized beds. Each was fully made up with fancy sheets and comforters, topped with those ridiculously large and generally useless designer pillows. The only concessions to privacy were hospital-type curtains made from fabric that matched the bed covers and could be drawn between each bed. Somebody had been reading House & Garden a bit too much. At the far end of the room was a doorway that led into a bath identical in every way to the one back at the cabin.

  Returning to the main floor, I inspected the kitchen. The cabinets were fully stocked with household necessities. The industrial-sized fridge-freezer held enough food to feed an army.

  What was going on here? Someone was expecting company. Why hadn’t anyone mentioned this place to me? Of course, they hadn’t mentioned the gazebo either.

  On my way out, I spotted an aluminum-clad travel case on a shelf by the door. It was similar to the type used to carry photo equipment. My curiosity was fully aroused now. Close examination revealed an embossed nameplate – PROSAGE I. It was, of course, securely locked. Now, things were really getting interesting.

  Returning to the cabin, I entered through the kitchen door. Russ was busy at the stove making up a batch of popcorn.

  “Damn Russ, that smells good.”

  “Hey Donny … how was your walk today? See anything unusual?

  I decided to play it dumb. “Ya, I visited the north shore and discovered a path that led to another cabin … wasn’t expecting anything like that. Does it belong to you guys?”

  He stopped his corn-popping, wiped his hands on his apron and thought for a moment before answering. “I think I’ll let your dad explain about that. Good movie on tonight, Ocean’s Eleven, don’t miss it,” and returned to his snack- making.

  Cocktail hour was a very informal affair around the cabin. Usually about 6:00 pm everyone gathered in the living room and swigged down a few beers or glasses of pretty decent wine and talked about their day’s activities. I chose this time to question Dad about the other cabin. “Well, I’m glad your time here isn’t being spent just hanging out with us ‘old’ guys.”

  Dad then got serious and said, “I see you’ve taken it upon yourself to explore and learn about the place. Sorry I haven’t had more time to show you around. Wait a few days, and I’ll spend some time with you. You’ve got a lot to learn in a short time.”

  Marc settled down next to me on the sofa. “Listen to your papa, if you follow his advice and keep an open mind you will be very successful. Right now you may not appreciate the value of what you are about to learn, but be patient.”

  Dad spoke up, “Tomorrow, we will have a little ‘family’ conference and discuss the future of Morningwood. Now, let’s hit the sack before we can’t make it up the stairs.”

  Four

  The pounding of rain on the roof brought me out of my wine-soaked sleep. A headache was my penance for last night’s partying with the guys. Piss time. I managed to make it to the urinal in the nick of time. As I leaned against the wall enjoying the relief that comes only from emptying a full bladder, a naked Jack staggered in and headed for one of the stalls.

  “Hey Donny, can’t stop to bullshit, gotta take care of business.” Seconds later, a horse-like splash came from his direction. The image of his muscle-man cock dispensing its liquid load, instantly gave me a boner that would need to be dealt with.

  We both finished up at the same time, and as I turned around Jack was just coming out of the stall, his soft cock flopping up and down. I swear it was waving to me. Why waste a good opportunity to check him out. His clean-cut cock might not have the length of Bruce’s, but he made up for it in thickness. This would not be the tool that would pry open my tight little virgin ass. This one would be saved for later.

  “Gotta go back to bed, little buddy,” and he swayed down the hall to his room, tight butt cheeks flexing with every step. Damn, now I was really hot! Making my way back, I stopped momentarily at Jack’s open door. He was flopped out on his belly, already sound asleep. Russ was dead to the world.

  One last glance at the muscular mounds of his tempting ass, then back to my room.

  The sight that greeted me didn’t help my condition. Dad had kicked off the covers and was spread out on his back with his soft cock resting on his low hanging balls. Quietly slipping onto the bed, I moved to within inches of his sleeping form to get a close-up view. His foreskin was partly retracted. Impulsively, my hand reached out and gently pulled back on the warm silky skin, revealing the moist, pale pink head. A faint musky odor reached my nostrils. That, coupled with the warmth his softened cock transferred to my fingers caused me to react with a renewed erection. Leaning forward for a closer view, beads of sweat dropped from my chest onto his well-muscled abdomen causing him to shift slightly in his deep sleep.

  Lying back on my pillow, I watched as his flat belly rose and fell with his breathing. My cock, desperately needing attention, responded to my pounding fist with breathtaking spurts of hot cum. A roll of distant thunder seemed to signal my relief. The rain fell; sleep returned.

  Five

  Blazing sunlight woke me up. Checking the clock, it was almost 10:00 am.

  After taking my morning piss, I threw on some shorts and went downstairs. The rest of the guys were sitting around the TV room having coffee and watching CNN.

  Russ saw me approaching, “Donny-boy, get yourself some breakfast and come join us. We’re going to have a little ‘show and tell’ as soon as you get settled.”

>   Returning to the room with my coffee and bagel, I noticed Dad was setting up his computer to show something on the TV screen. “My boy, you are about to learn what we’re planning for Morningwood and our PROSAGE I program. We’ve put together a PowerPoint presentation that will answer a lot of your questions.”

  What it boiled down to was that Morningwood was destined to be a combination research center and clinic where men could come and get help with their sexual dysfunctions. The patients would usually be an age-mixed group of no more than six. By coming to an isolated, but very pleasant location they were more likely to lose much of their performance anxiety and respond to treatment of their sexual problems. Of course, PROSAGE I would play a big roll in this therapy.

  Shutting down the computer, Dad turned to me. “Here’s the deal. The carefully hand-picked pilot group is due to arrive in two weeks. What I expect from you is some help in making the patient-guests feel comfortable. The presence of a young guy like yourself could go a long way toward putting them at ease. It would seem a lot less clinical with you as host at the bunkhouse. Your help would free me and the guys to work on the more technical aspects of the program. Oh yes, there is a small bedroom just off the kitchen where you could stay or you could continue to sleep up here with us. Your choice. We prefer you stayed at the bunkhouse, so you could keep an eye on things. What do you think?”

  Marc spoke up, “Don’t worry, we will give you a total course on the operation of the cabin, your duties will be outlined, and you will become very familiar with the PROSAGE device, so in our absence you can answer any questions or help with any problems that might ‘arise’ … pun intended.”

  Not wanting to appear too excited at the prospect of being given so much responsibility, so soon, I calmly responded, “Sure, I will be happy to earn my keep up at the bunkhouse. Start showing me the ropes anytime.”

  They were all relieved by my quick acceptance and set about deciding who would do what to get me going.

  Russ would help me with the kitchen arrangements. Marc offered to guide me through the general housekeeping schedule. Bruce planned to handle the routine maintenance since he had designed the place, and finally, Jack volunteered to familiarize me with the exercise and spa equipment as well as the PROSAGE I. This struck me as odd. I fully expected Dad to do that. But what the hell – maybe Jackie-boy would prove to be a good teacher, after all, he was a licensed masseur. My dick got hard just thinking about it. This vacation was getting more interesting by the day.

  Everyone agreed with Dad’s suggestion that we all just relax for the rest of the day. The weather was perfect for a hike up to my rocky ridge. Packing up a beach towel, some water, peanut butter sandwiches and suntan lotion, I headed out. Reaching my spot, I found a nice smooth area to set up camp, stripped off my shorts and lay on my stomach enjoying the view of the lake. The warm sun on my naked body, gentle breeze and sweet smell of pine forest soon lulled me to sleep.

  The crunch of leaves brought me fully awake. Looking up, there was Russ standing a few feet away, quietly taking in my naked boy-ass. He was also nude, so there was no way he could hide his stiff cock. I pretended not to notice.

  “Hi Russ, you found my little hiding place.”

  He looked flustered, but blurted out, “Oh, this is one of my favorite spots, too, great for getting a sun tan, mind if I join you?”

  “No, no man I like company.” He spread his towel next to mine. Looking up at his naked body gave me an idea. I would casually bring up the subject of his wife.

  “So the missus doesn’t mind you spending time up here with the guys?

  Glancing out in the direction of the lake, he replied, “To tell you the truth, Donny, I don’t know if she cares or not. I mark the calendar with my away dates, and she just accepts it.” A slight tremor in his voice betrayed his unease with the subject.

  “A lot of wives would be pissed if their man wasn’t around for them to sleep with every night. I guess it’s probably tough for you, too, not having a warm body to make love to you when it’s bedtime.”

  I watched his face for a reaction and at the same time noticed that his erection subsided when the subject of his wife came up.

  Looking a little sad, he sighed and again looked away towards the lake and shoreline before responding.

  “Well, Donny, all marriages aren’t perfect. Barbara and I haven’t been intimate for several years. She complains constantly of physical problems that make sex unpleasant for her. Not even your dad has been able to diagnose the problem. So I just gave up on her. Sorry to burden you with my tough story, but you’re old enough to understand what I’m saying.”

  Feeling really bad for the guy, I needed to try to put him at ease. “Damn, Russ, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up such a personal subject. It must be tough on you not having a regular outlet for your sex needs. Won’t she even give you an occasional blow job or at least jerk you off? Maybe you should try watching some porn flicks together.”

  He smiled and said, “No way ... she thinks porn is disgusting and akin to devil worship. Hey, how do you think I keep my pecker happy? My private stash of videos helps me a lot. She never questions why I spend so much time in my basement study. You probably do the same thing I do, you know … take matters into your own hands.”

  Looking up into his eyes, I softly said, “Ya, but that gets old after awhile, there’s nothing like having someone else’s hand takin’ care of business.”

  Letting that sink in, we both were quiet for a few minutes before I broke the silence. “Russ, I forgot to put on my suntan lotion, would you mind helping me out.”

  “Ahh, sure, Donny, maybe you can do the same for me.” He reached for the bottle of Bain de Soleil I offered.

  There was a touch of nervousness in his voice. This gentle man deserved something special, and I was horny enough to give it to him.

  “Put on a good layer, I haven’t been to the beach this year, and my pasty white bod needs all the help it can get.”

  Licking his lips, he replied, “Yah, I can see that,” as he squirted a large cool blob on my shoulder and slowly smoothed it over my upper back and neck. It felt so good to have a man’s hands working on my body; my cock stiffened under me. As Russ’s hands made their way down my back, I raised my ass, freeing my cock to spring up toward my belly button. He hesitated before continuing, but after a moment, gently moved on to my ass cheeks.

  I cautioned, “Maybe you should use a lot more on my butt since it never sees the sun.”

  “Sh-sh-sure. Can’t take a chance with your light skin.”

  I felt another large splash of lotion, followed by his now trembling hands. My tight little ass was getting a lot of welcome attention, and I decided to see how far I could take this. Spreading my legs apart allowed him a nice view of my nut sac; slowly his hands went down the length of my crack; his finger tips stopping momentarily at my lightly furred balls.

  Clenching and unclenching my butt cheeks was all it took. Next thing I knew, his fingers were moving from my balls to deep within my ass crack, gently stroking my hole, looking for an entrance. He found it; slowly massaging my pucker, then gradually inserting a well oiled finger until it reached my hot spot. I gave it a welcoming squirm and ground my prick into my towel. I knew then, I had him.

  “Do … do ... you like that, Donny?”

  His voice was quavering, his breathing was becoming strained with excitement.

  “Yessss, I never felt anything so good,” I lied, thinking back to Dad’s finger fucking.

  “Do you want me … to … continue?”

  His voice was really shaking now.

  “I … I … think I know how to maybe make us both feel good.”

  My response was to raise my ass to meet his probing fingers. He took the bait; pulling his finger out of my ass, he rummaged through his rucksack and found a condom, rolled it over his slender, hard, shaft; straddled my back and gently eased his prick into my very willing ass.

  I winced as th
e first few inches entered my tender passage, but then the head of his cock reached the glorious spot my dad had so recently introduced me to with his prostate exam. I was in heaven and flexed my ass muscles in appreciation and encouragement.

  “Oh, Donny, you’re ass is so tight and warm and I’m so fucking hot, it’s been months … ahhhh … ahh … oh … sooo … hot and … tight.”

  He worked his cock deeper; pressing his hot sweaty chest to my back; his fucking reached a fever pitch, and I loved every inch of cock he pounded into me, thrust after thrust, panting into my ear muffled little cries of pleasure until he suddenly stopped mid-lunge; bellowing like a bull, “Ohhh my Gaaawd!” He shot his hot load into my steaming hole, all the while, gently biting the nape of my neck in the throes of his climax.

  Collapsing his whole weight on my sweat-soaked body, we lay still for several minutes, enjoying the euphoria that follows great sex. He gently kissed my neck before rising and slowly releasing his cock from my still pulsing ass, which hungered for more. A sticky wetness around my lower belly made me realize that I had also blown my wad.

  We were both still panting from the excitement and passion when I told him he was my first man fuck.

  Russ nuzzled the back of my ear and whispered softly, “Thank you. Then we were both virgins up until a few moments ago. I never would have thought it could be so good with another guy.”

  “Me either, Russ, thanks for making it nice for both of us.”

  As I sat up and looked around toward the lake, I caught sight of my little friend from my first visit poking his head out from under the log. “Damn … busted by a chipmunk.”

  Russ looked at me with a puzzled expression and then smiled as he said, “He probably thinks we’re nuts.”

  Gathering our stuff, we headed back down to the lake shore, looking forward to a cooling dip that would jolt us back to reality.