Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time

by Mickey Erlach

  After we had time to reflect on what just happened between us, Jack fell back on the floor, taking me with him, cradling me in his massive arms.

  “Donny, I hope you at least feel some of the happiness there is in my heart right now. I never knew how to express my love for another guy. It just was never in my playbook until now, when I suddenly realized my true feelings towards you. Once I passed that point I knew I had to tell you or bust. It struck me hardest when we were out on the lake, and the sense that you were feeling the same way I was about the beauty and peacefulness of the moment made me weak in the knees.”

  My fingers traced patterns through the dense blonde thatch of his chest while I gathered my thoughts. His nipples stiffened beneath my lightly stroking fingertips, sending tremors through his body and mine. Hardly able to believe that this handsome and virile man was offering himself to me, I finally asked, “But Jack, how did you know? What did I do to make you so sure?” He was quiet for a moment and then dropped another bomb on me.

  “I’ve sort of known for years. All the signs were there. You never showed any interest in dating girls, or playing team sports, had very few close friends at school and you seemed to be happiest when we guys were around. The best day of my life was when you turned nineteen, and your dad said he would let you come here with us.”

  I rolled over on top of his chest, holding his handsome face in my hands. “You sure got that right. But what do we do now?”

  “To be honest with you, I think your dad has a clue about you. He’s mentioned several times the last few years that he thought you needed to be spending more time doing ‘guy’ things. That’s why I kept trying to get you to come regularly to the gym. Actually, I just wanted to be near you as much as possible without appearing to be a dirty old man just after your cute little bod.”

  He leaned down and gave my chest a couple of playful licks. I squirmed and stretched seductively, hoping he wouldn’t stop there, but instead he just lay back, pulling me down with him so that my head rested on his chest.

  “I guess I wasn’t much help then. So, you still haven’t answered my question. What do we do now? Somehow just making an announcement at the dinner table when the guys get back might be a little awkward for everyone. ‘Hey guys ... Jack and I are in love, pass the salt please.’”

  He laughed and then said, “No, I think we can do better than that. First of all, I have a confession to make. In a moment of weakness, Bruce told me about your encounter in the shower.”

  I was stricken, and it showed.

  “Don’t panic. He and I have had blunt discussions about our sex lives before.”

  “Yeah, but they didn’t involve me – why would he do that?”

  “Bruce tends to be bi-sexual. His gay side reveals itself once and awhile, plus, he can’t keep a secret. Haven’t you noticed his bedside table is a stack of Architectural Digests, topped with a decoupage of House & Garden covers? I watched him build that thing, he lacquered and glued for days, he was like Martha Stuart with muscles. He was also the brains behind the design and construction of these cabins, so you can see he is a man of many talents. Too bad he just can’t fall off either side of the fence. We never messed around, not that the idea wasn’t enough to give me a stiff dick at times. He’s a sweet and very sexy guy, but not lover material for me. Way too much baggage. Bruce is sort of like a cute Lab Retriever puppy. Give him a little attention, a pat on the head or a belly-rub and he’s your friend for life. In your case, you gave him a lot more than that.”

  He paused, and then smiling, he added, “Oh, by the way he gave you high marks on your ability to satisfy a man. It was the best blow job he’d had in years.”

  Testing the waters, I said, “What about Russ and Marc?”

  “Ah, nothing much to tell. Russ has a frigid wife, and for all I know his only sex outlet is his porn collection. Marc is still grieving over his loss of family and pretty much keeps his feelings to himself.”

  Thank God. At least Russ hadn’t blabbed about our encounter on the rock. That would remain our secret as far as I was concerned.

  Getting up and stretching, he looked down at me. “Damn, you’re one sexy guy, Donny-boy, and I’m about to toss you into bed and show you what a muscle man can do to show his appreciation. Don’t expect to get a lot of sleep tonight.”

  Ten

  The faint light of dawn caused me to awaken. Reluctantly leaving the warmth of Jack’s body, I made my way out to the deck. The scent of lake and forest was more intense than I remembered, but the cool morning air hitting my nakedness was enough to send me running back inside to finish what I had started – to take a wicked morning piss.

  Sliding back under the covers; pressing my body into his caused Jack to awaken.

  Taking me into his arms, we both sighed our contentment. Our first night together had been one of pure emotional and physical lovemaking. Not the kind I was used to – a quick jerk off session or a blow job in the back of a car, but one of soft caresses with hands and tongues, tasting and touching every part of each other’s willing bodies until we reached the point where only total release could satisfy us. Teaching me the wonders of sixty-nine that early morning enabled us to feast on each others gushing orgasms. And yes, he was even sweeter than Bruce.

  Damn! We suddenly realized that it was Tuesday morning – our weekend alone was shot. The rest of the crew would be coming back today, and I hadn’t even started organizing my duties at the bunkhouse. Jack had some work to do up at the cabin, so I was left to figure out where everything was stashed that I would need to maintain order around the place.

  The guys arrived back at the cabin around three in the afternoon and promptly crashed. Dad only told me that the meeting had been a success, and he’d give us the details at dinner that night.

  While the house was quiet, I went about setting up a makeshift bar in the TV lounge, so I could practice my cocktail-making skills before the guys came down to eat. Shaken or stirred, up or on the rocks, did a martini include sweet or dry vermouth? Maybe they’ll just want beer or wine; it was good enough for me. I picked up my Old Mr. Boston and crammed for a half hour.

  Dad was the first one to show up. While I mixed him my first attempt at a Manhattan, he poked around in some papers from his briefcase. I grabbed a Coke and sat on the sofa next to him, expecting some information about their trip.

  “So tell me, Don, how did your weekend go? Jack had an ambitious agenda set up for you. I hope all went as planned, particularly your introduction to the PROSAGE instrument.” I must have visibly flushed red at that point. The questioning look on Dad’s face left no doubt in my mind that he wanted details.

  “Oh yeah, we went over all the exercise equipment, hot tub, sauna and steam room. We even had time to go out in the canoe.”

  He sipped his cocktail and continued, “That’s great, I thought you two would get along just fine. Jack’s a pretty laid back guy. More like the older brother you never had.” I agreed and hoped that would be the end of the interrogation. It was not to be.

  “I would really like to know how your familiarization sessions went. If you aren’t prepared to help our guests, we’ll need to work with you some more.”

  I was about to answer him when the rest of the crew strolled in and spying my bar, everyone ordered drinks. Putting me to the test, Bruce requested a Cosmo. Back to the book, but at least I was momentarily off the hook with Dad.

  Dinner that evening was uneventful. The talk centered around the meetings they had in town and the news that some grant money might be forthcoming if all went well with the first few groups of men.

  To my surprise and embarrassment, Jack could hardly keep his hands off me all evening. Sitting next to me on the sofa after I served coffee, his knee continually pressed up against mine. As I rinsed the dishes in the sink, he sneaked up behind me and massaged my shoulders. We had to talk. The other guys were sure to notice all this attention I was getting.

  When I whispered to Jack to cool it, he j
ust shrugged it off saying, “You worry too much, just relax and enjoy it. The others know how much I like you. We’re just two guys expressing our feelings for each other.”

  Not convinced, I offered, “Yes, but Dad asked a lot of questions today and seemed to be pressing me to give him a lot of details about how our ‘lessons’ went. I know he’ll bring the subject up again.”

  That night, neither Dad or I could get to sleep. After what seemed like an eternity of tossing and turning, he got up and turned on the light by his side of the bed.

  “Son, can we talk about your weekend now?” At his insistence, I described being the patient and how fantastic it felt when my orgasm blew me away, and then how later I used the device on Jack, even helping him by jerking his cock while the massage was in progress. My candor surprised even me.

  “And did that experience make you feel closer to Jack?”

  Not really knowing where this conversation was going I said, “Yes, we felt we had really bonded by helping each other out. It was a really cool experience.”

  He was silent for a moment and then in soft voice, “That’s good, son. Partners should always feel warm and excited when giving each other pleasure. I don’t mean necessarily a married couple, but just two people, even if they are both men should be able to enjoy sexual pleasure together.”

  My mouth fell open in shock at hearing my dad talk about such a sensitive and divisive subject. He sensed my reaction, and as if to affirm his approval, leaned over and put his arm around my shoulder saying: “I’m proud of you, son, you’ll grow up without all the sexual baggage so many men carry around with them all their lives.”

  One thing for certain, life around Morningwood would never be the same after this talk.

  The pace of things was really picking up now that we were within a few days of receiving our first patients. The plan was for the group of six to arrive by charter plane at Rhinelander, some twenty miles to the south, and Russ would drive down in the Suburban and pick them up. They should be arriving at the lake by noon on Sunday. I would help everyone get settled up at the bunkhouse and along with Russ, fix lunch. The rest of the day would be spent familiarizing everyone with the facility.

  Much to my happy surprise, Jack volunteered to spend the first night with me at the bunkhouse. Dad thought this was a very good idea and in fact suggested that Jack just move up with me as support as long as we didn’t mind sharing the queen size bed.

  I looked at Jack. The expression on his face did little to conceal his enthusiasm for that idea. More and more, it struck me that Dad was making a very conscious effort to enable Jack and me to be together. Could he know that in the space of a weekend, we had become what I interpreted to be lovers? The answer to that was becoming obvious.

  After dinner at the cabin, Jack and I gathered up our stuff and headed over to the bunkhouse. We were going to have four nights alone together and neither of us wanted to waste any time.

  The sunset cast a rosy glow over the tranquil lake; as we walked along the shore. The aroma of the nearby woods, a mix of pines, grasses and from the darkest shaded areas, the damp mosses, was almost intoxicating, the unseen birds nesting in the trees for the night sang even sweeter. The realization that maybe for the first time in my life I was experiencing love, suddenly made me stop in my tracks. Jack took a few steps farther and turning around returned to my side, took me in his arms and softly nuzzled my neck, his breath on my ear sent a message that instantly caused my body to melt into his. I didn’t need any corny violins and cherubs to tell me that, yes, I truly felt love for this man.

  Eleven

  Our days were filled with activity. Jack spent a lot of his time fine tuning the work-out equipment and at the same time kept up his own regimen with a combination of Nautilus and free weights. He finally shamed me into allowing him to set up a program for me, and I had to admit it was just what I needed to supplement my love of swimming. What this place needed was an indoor pool. I kept busy getting things ready for our guests. It was going to be like running a hotel, and I hardly knew how to keep my bedroom clean at home.

  We spent as little time at the cabin as possible, going there only to have lunch and dinner and of course, to keep in touch with the rest of the guys. It was only a twenty minute walk away, but it seemed like another world now that Jack and I had become so close.

  By Saturday, everything was as ready as it ever would be. I found a sunny spot on the deck and stretched out on a chaise, hoping to get some rays on my milky white body. It wasn’t long before my rest was interrupted by Jack bounding up the steps. I looked up to the sight of his beautiful blond, furry body coming at me at full speed. He grabbed me up in his arms and carried me kicking and yelling into the gym, gently placing me in the swirling waters of the spa.

  “What the hell are you doing to me?” I cried. His response was to put his big hands on either side of my face and pull me into a deep hard kiss, his tongue going so deep into my throat I thought I would pass out from loss of air.

  “I’ll show you what I’m doing. As soon as I drop these shorts I’m coming in there with you and we’re going to make some lovin’. We might not have much time or privacy after today.”

  Once we were both naked in the comforting waters, I reached down to caress his stiffening cock. It felt so wonderful in my hand, its silky skin, covering the rock hardness of its shaft. My hand moved down to his balls, caressing them as they swirled gently in the turbulence of the spa. We kissed deeply again as I was picked up and placed in front of his waiting lips. He took my eager prick in one swoop, running his tongue over and under the sensitive head as he made his way to its base, burying his nose in the wetness of my pubic hair. Knowing that we were both experiencing the pure pleasure of lover-to-lover sex, I relaxed and let myself enjoy the incredible sensations pulsing through my body, until the moment arrived, and my climax gave us both the reward we were eager for.

  Later, as we lay in bed enjoying the warmth of each others’ bodies, Jack mentioned his business back in the city. For the first time, he seemed concerned about how things were going without his direction. I assured him that he probably had excellent people working for him that would take very good care of the gym and its members.

  “It’s not that I don’t trust my guys to do their jobs, but my assistant manager has only been with me for two months. He’s very capable and my trainers get along with him very well. John has my cell phone number, so he can get in touch any time he needs to. I guess I’m too much of a mother-hen and worry about nothing.”

  I thought for a moment; and suggested, “Why don’t you call the gym and just chat about how things are – any new business, are the trainers getting some good clients? John would probably like hearing from you.”

  “You’re right, hand me my cell, it’s on the nightstand on your side.” He punched the speed dial and hit the speaker phone button.

  After a few rings, a deep male voice spoke, “Good afternoon, Jack’s Jym, John Rocco speaking.”

  A sledge hammer couldn’t have hit me any harder. Was this the same John I knew? How many John Roccos could there be in Forsythe?

  Their conversation was a blur to me as I pondered the amazing coincidence that my old study-buddy and my new lover could be working together. I had to get more information.

  As soon as Jack hung up, he smiled and said, “I made a good choice with John, he’s young, about your age, and smart as a whip when it comes to running a gym. He relates so well with my customers, they all admire him for his sexy good looks and knowledge of bodybuilding. You’d really like him. It’s a good thing he’s straight as an arrow.”

  I softly answered, “I think I already do”

  Sunday morning. I woke up to the overly jolly sound of Dad’s voice coming from the kitchen.

  “Get your lazy asses out of bed; it’s after eight, and we still have some work to do before the guys arrive.”

  I untangled myself from Jack’s burly arms and gave him a shake and headed for the john to
take care of morning business. Dad had mercifully brewed some coffee and was busy doing a final inspection of the place. Satisfied, he came back into the kitchen just as Jack made his appearance. “Hey Jack, I hope you are as proud of Donny’s work as I am. He has really knocked himself out to impress you and the guests.”

  “Yeah, I agree he’s a quick learner. I’m going back up to the cabin. As soon as you get dressed come on up for a final briefing.”

  We finished our coffee and bagels in silence. Nothing was mentioned about my remark last night about John Rocco. Maybe he hadn’t even heard my reaction. That made me happy because I was just not ready to deal with any complications in my relationship with Jack. What the hell, the worst thing that could happen might be John making some remark about me being his jerk-off study-buddy in high school. It wasn’t as if we had a love affair, even if I had lunched on his tasty Italian pork a few times. Anyhow, thanks to Jack, I now know the difference between raw animal lust and real love-making.

  Twelve

  Right on schedule, the phone rang. It was Russ letting us know he was approaching the gate and would be at the cabin in fifteen minutes.

  We did a quick review of the guests’ profiles. This was the first time I had been allowed any information as to the nature of the guest-patients. Dad had omitted their last names for privacy concerns. True to what Dad had said, they were a real mixed bag. Just how mixed surprised me.

  Reginald G., thirty-five, married but no children. A stock analyst by trade. He had not had a reliable erection for over three years. No apparent physical cause of his dysfunction. Hoped to save his marriage by taking advantage of the therapy my father had developed.

  Bernard L., Owner-operator truck driver, fifty, divorced. Wife left him for another woman. Lesbian love was better than he could give her. Two grown off-spring had long left the nest. He felt inadequate and depressed because he could not satisfy the woman he still loved.