Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 01:26:37 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: THE LAKE WITH PERRY Bancroft is a small, farm town void of amenities except it is near a large reservoir. The reservoir has been there a long time; now everyone just calls it "The Lake." I guess at first it was sort of a barren place then people started building cabins and planting trees. Then the cabins were improved and some people even built permanent homes out there. Now it's real nice. My name is Joey Meadows and I have one sister, Nancy, she's 17 and I'm 15. My dad owns the local hardware store. All my life, we've lived next door to Bob and Elaine Nagel and their grandson, Perry, who is now 20 and in his third year at the University of Nebraska in Lincoln. I like his granddad. Even though he's president of the bank and has a lot of money I chat with him when he's doing his own yard work. Hired gardeners are non-existent in small towns. Bob is white haired and when he's bare-chested, he has a thick patch of long, white hairs along his chest bone and around his nipples. He's older than me, by far, but he's always nice to me and we both seem to like visiting with eachother. Nancy and I have our own bedrooms upstairs in the finished attic and she couldn't talk my dad into walling in the connecting door, so she put the head of her bed against it so I couldn't open it. It comes in handy eavesdropping when she has a friend over for the night; a really special night was when I was eavesdropping on a girl that had actually been fucked by Perry and she began talking about him and even more special when she started talking about how big his cock was. I like cocks, even my own. I've been playing with myself down there eversince I was in grade school and always look at the older guys in school when they're standing next to me at the urinal. Three years ago, when I was sitting on the toilet, jacking off, and stuff came out of my piss slit, I about went through the ceiling. I didn't know what had happened and it took me two weeks to figure it out and now I jo every day. From listening through Nancy's door, I think girls do it, too. One Friday, Betty Anderson was sleeping over and after they gossiped a while, Nancy said, "Lets take them off." After some moaning and groaning, Betty said, "Finger it!" first, then "Eat it" and finally "Finger fuck me, Nancy!" Several girls gossiped about Perry, but it wasn't until Carol Sullivan slept over that I overhead a girl talking about Perry who'd actually been fucked by him. "Oh Nancy, his dick is so large, and it's head is so big it just pops out of his foreskin." Nancy interrupted to ask what that meant. "Well, he hasn't been circumcised. Is your brother cut?" "I don't know. I've never seen it and hope I never have to, the twerp.'' I thought to myself -- don't worry, you never will, jerk knee -- not if I can help it. Then Carol got back to Perry, how big and hard it was, how he made her wrap her hand around it, how he ate her out (that was the second time I'd heard that mentioned and I had no idea what it meant.) How he played with her tits, pulled her panties down, made her put a condom over it while he squeezed it, how rough he was and how he'd made her bleed. All the time I was wondering just how big Perry's cock really was and, for the first time listening through the door, I jacked off. Although I thought it never would, June finally rolled around and no more school for three months. Then, one Friday, during the noon hour, the phone rang and my dad said, "Sure Perry, I know he'd like to spend the weekend at the lake. He doesn't need a fishing license if he's with an adult that has one. When are you leaving? He'll be ready." My mom went ballistic. My dad said, "Millie, calm down. Nancy has dated older boys. Bob Nagel gave me the loan that enabled me to buy the hardware store and I've already committed myself." My mom couldn't leave it alone though. "The Nagels are rich but lack class. Elaine, especially; I was over there one day and she picked up her cigarettes from the kitchen table and you'd never guess where she kept her matches -- in her bra!" My dad about laughed his head off at that one. In an hour I was on my way to the lake with Perry -- the first time I'd ever been alone with him. He had on a pair of tight fitting shorts and his dick read through the left leg -- and appeared big! He wasn't extra tall, was real slender, except he had nice pecs. He also had brown hair, blue eyes and I loved his feet, which I could see because he was wearing sandals with just straps across his insteps. After we'd unloaded our stuff and the food he'd brought into their bungalow, he put three six-packs of Coors in the fridge and took the fourth with him as we walked down to the dock. He unlocked the cabin on the boat, and came back onto the dock to untie the mooring rope. Then, in a playful gesture, he tried to push me into the water. I was quicker than he was, moved to one side, he couldn't stop his forward motion and landed in the lake. Initially it was funny, but I saw the panic on his face, realized he couldn't swim and he yelled out "Something's wrong, my foot's caught in something!" I'd been to their cottage and on their dock before. I remembered that during the summer, his grandfather always hung two, old fashioned, white, circular life saving rings on the two end posts of the dock as a decoration. I unfastened one, leaned over and handed it to Perry and jumped in. Coming up, I told him his foot was caught in some netting that was also wrapped around a dock pier and asked him where I could find a knife or something sharp to cut him loose. Try the top kitchen drawer next to the range!" I found a knife and, better yet, a pair of large scissors. I ran back, jumped in and cut some of the netting around his foot and had to come back up for air. On the third time down I freed his leg and pushed up on it and he was free. I climbed back up on the dock, reached down and helped him up. He sat on the edge of the dock and said, "Joey, I'll never be able to thank you. You saved my life, you were a quick thinker getting that lifesaver ring." (I thought of several things he could have done to thank me but didn't put them into words.) Next, he wanted me to find his cigarettes in the boat's cabin, I did along with a couple of beers and two beach towels; draped a towel over his shoulders, lit two cigarettes, handed him one and then opened two Coors. Either from the cold water or from his being frightened, he had the shakes. I put an arm around his shoulder and told him to calm down and take some deep breaths. He couldn't seem to get rid of the shivers, so I told him he'd better take a hot shower. As he was undressing, he said they just had a 10-gallon, electric HWH so we'd better shower together as I must be as cold as he was. We did, he asked me to soap his back; while I was doing it he said, "My butt too, if you don't mind." Well, I did his butt good and even had my soapy hand sideways in his crack. When he turned so the shower would rinse his back, I saw it. Holy shit. It had already become a legend in my mind but I had to suppress a gasp when I saw it, hard, it was between 7 and 8 inches. Unlike Carol Sullivan had described it, he had been circumcised and his cockhead was the biggest I'd ever seen. I realized I was staring and finally came to and realized it was also the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life. It was a good thing we'd both had erections since being in the shower together or I'd have given myself away. We stood in front of the shower stall and dried while facing each other -- both still with max erections. He said, "The shower helped, but I'm still jumpy, lets lie down on the bed a minute. He lit two cigarettes, handed one to me and said, "Do you mind if I nap for a few minutes?" "I think you need one, it was a frightening experience for both of us and I also think you should take a couple of aspirin or Tylenol." He got up and I saw him taking something with a glass of water in the bathroom. He came back to bed and we both slept for an hour or an hour and a half. I woke facing him, just before he did and was looking at his cock, which was now flaccid, but mine sure wasn't. In fact the change in his dick was mind-boggling. From huge it had changed into being really tiny; like everything but two inches of it had retracted inside his body or somewhere. "I've noticed you looking at it, do you like what you see?" "Well, yea, and then I've been curious." Maybe I shouldn't have but I told him about the door between my sister's room and mine and eavesdropping when she had sleepovers and about Carol Sullivan talking about how big his dick was, how he made her feel it, put a condom on it and how rough he was and how he made her bleed. At first I could see he was angry and I was sorry I'd started the story. Then he began to smile and then to laugh out loud. "Joey, do you have any idea why Carol would tell your sister suck a wild, crazy story?" "To make her jealous. She'd told other girls too. I think all the girls in town would like to you to make them bleed. "Joey, do you know what being gay means? "I think so." "So what do you 'think so' it means?" "It means guys are gay if they can't get it off with a girl." "Good enough, you've got the idea. Do you know why I didn't fuck Carol Sullivan." "I think I already know, you're gay." "You get an A+. I've never fucked a girl in my life." "Shit, how dumb can you get? And to think I jacked off listening to her and fantasizing how big your cock was. "Did you really? Did you really jack off thinking about my cock? Did you shoot too? Do you like big cocks? "Yours is the only big one I've ever seen. I really like it, so I guess I do." By now it was hard again and he asked me, "Joey, are you interested in finding out if you're gay?" I thought maybe he was going to kiss me or something, but when he asked me to suck it, I wouldn't have needed to go any further, I knew, right then and there, for damn sure, that I was both gay and hot as hell. Jesus, I'd always wondered what it would be like to jack off with another boy, but I never in the world even fantasized about sucking a man's dick, especially Perry's. It was so fucking good I couldn't believe it -- especially after my mouth got all filled up with saliva and his dick became all wet and slick, which made it even harder, yet easier to suck. Perry kept saying shit like, "Oh yea, Joey you're doing great, don't stop" and "Oh I wish I could fuck your mouth!" The second time he said that, I pulled off long enough to say, "Do it! Fuck it." I knew what he was going to do. He did it. I just kept my mouth over it and it was like, for all the world, he had his cock in a pussy, fucking it. God, I was going crazy! Then when he stopped and I could feel his dick shooting it's load into my mouth I thought I was already crazy. He reached down and began jacking me off and I shot off all over my stomach. Then he did kiss me after collapsing on the bed beside me and pulling me close against his body, warm and soft, yet hard like a man's body. "Oh, Joey that was so good for me. Was it good for you, too?" "I can't begin to described how good. I'd sure like to phone Carol Sullivan and tell her what just happened and say, 'Eat your heart out Carol' but I won't." "Joey, gay guys never tell on one another -- it's an unwritten code among us. Now, for the rest of our stay, we've got to figure out how we can do this on a regular basis." "Can we do it again, right now?" He laughed and said, "I guess you did like sucking it. How about as soon as I get it hard again and then when we go to bed tonight. I've got to get it up first, you just did what is called, sucked it dry." "Can I look at it before you get dressed?" "You can look at it, feel it, do whatever you want to, and if you get another erection before I do, you can fuck my mouth. OK?" "OK!" We got up, and put on clean shorts, which reminded him that we'd have to wash our dirty ones in the morning. He grabbed a bag of potato chips and a six-pack out of the fridge, went out and sat on the patio and asked me if I minded waiting an hour or so before he started fixing dinner. On the patio, he said, "Joey, talking about not telling anyone, I should have added I want you to be very careful in this town. It's too small to have any gays. I sure wish we'd found eachother before I went off to College. Perry fixed some really big hamburgers and corn on the cob wrapped in aluminum foil and cooked on the barbeque. While we were eating, he said, "Late evening and early mornings are the best time to fish. Lets take the boat out after we eat." We each caught one, good sized Bass, cleaned them, wrapped them in foil and put them in a freezer in the boathouse. It was an exciting evening, the first time I'd ever fished from a boat and the first time I'd fished just before sunset. The most exciting thing though was when he took his cock out and pissed over the side, turned and showed it to me, jacked it a couple of strokes and said, "You're going to get this again, Joey, a little later on." It was ten minutes until my boner went down after just watching him shake it and then jack it a couple of strokes. After cleaning the fish, we went in and scrubbed our hands, went back out and he let me have another beer. I didn't keep track of what he had. He told me he, "wanted a good buss on when we got into bed, it would slow down his shooting off and he wanted to enjoy me a long time. I was the first boy he'd had sex with and, to be honest, he was hooked." When we did get into bed he started really kissing me, tongue darting in and out of my mouth, turned me around and told me to get on my knees. When I did he used both hands to spread my ass cheeks and licked my boy hole. I asked him, "Why are you doing this?" He said that's what guys do to get a guy hot before entering him, but not to worry; he wasn't going to fuck me -- at least not tonight. Shit he had me all hot and, at the same time, worried. I wanted to ask him if it would make me bleed, but I didn't because he told me to get on my back and he went down on me. It took me a while to get to sleep. I wasn't used to sleeping with someone and Perry tossed and turned and was all over the bed. Then, too, I couldn't seem to stop thinking about what he'd done. I was sure in my mind he wouldn't have licked my ass like he'd done unless he was going to fuck me down the line. We ended up Saturday morning sleeping late because it was overcast -- no sun at all. After breakfast Perry said, "Let's take the boat out. Cloudy weather means good finishing." We took a thermos of coffee with us and took off. About a half mile out and right in front of the Nagel cottage a small, 12 ft. long, flat- bottomed boat with an outboard motor on the rear pulled up to within 20 feet from us and killed the engine. It was Mrs. Kohl and her daughter Sue. Mrs. Kohl was the wife of John Kohl, who owned and operated one of several grain elevators in town. She hollered, "Hi Perry and Joey, you guys having any luck." Before we could even answer we watched in amazement as Sue stood up in the boat (something you never do in a boat that small) and fell backwards, screaming. I dove in, swam over to her, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her over to the diving platform on the rear of Perry's boat, which was just 6 inches above the water. Perry was already in a squat position on the board, got his hands under her armpits and pulled her up to a sitting position on the board. I climbed up and sat beside her. The first thing she did was slap my face -- and I mean hard. We grabbed her again and got her onto the boat. By this time Mrs. Kohl had started her engine, came over and tied up to the railings on each side of the diving board. "Oh Joey, I don't know how to thank you. Sue can't swim. I told her I'd guessed that. She hugged Sue, who by this time was crying. I went into the cabin and got one of the towels I'd wrapped around Perry and myself yesterday and handed it to Sue. Perry said, "I don't think Sue was very thankful. The first thing she did was slap Joey's face. Sue, piped up, "He pulled my hair". This time I laughed, then told them it was what you did to save someone in panic, if you tried to approach them from the front they might grab you and then you'd both drown. Then Perry said, "He knows what I he's talking about and told them about my diving down and cutting his foot loose from a net that was wrapped around one of his dock piers." The story ended, so we thought, when we towed the Kohl boat to their dock, about 500 feet from the Nagel dock, east toward the dam. The next morning, Sunday, it resurfaced when the phone rang before we were out of bed; we'd intended sleeping in because we were both fucked out. It was my dad, asking if we were both OK and he was calling because we'd made the front page of the Omaha "World Herald". All I could think of in response was Shit and knew the Bancroft weekly paper would be printing an even longer article about it next Friday. No sooner than my dad hung up, the phone rang again. This time it was Quincy Adamson who lived 3 or 4 miles north of Page, a small town six miles west of Bancroft. Same story, he'd just read the Sunday "World Herald". Quincy was the one that conducted a swimming/lifesaving class at the lake a few years ago. He asked Perry if I was still there. Quincy told me how proud he was of me. I said it was a hundred to one chance that two people would need rescuing within 24 hours. And, if I hadn't been on the dock with Perry he'd have had nobody to try to dunk and wouldn't have needed rescuing. Quincy said if it hadn't been me it could have been someone else that wouldn't have known how to save him. Again, he told me how proud he was of me and I replied he'd been a good teacher and thanked him. Perry wanted to talk to him, he related the whole story again, and as if Quincy hadn't just read it in the newspaper and ended with saying we'd be here until it got dark so why didn't he come out. The minute they hung up, Perry grabbed me, kissed me and apologized for being so dumb in not thanking me. I told him that he had in action -- better than words. "If you want to thank me again, let me hold it; I see it's hard. "Yea, piss hard." He grabbed my hand, led me to the bathroom and I held it while he pissed. I can't tell you how, in two days, I've grown to love Perry and his cock. It was such a new feeling, so different than I'd ever had before. It seemed so intense and was more consuming than anything I'd ever experienced before. Perry said, "Well we don't have the "World Herald" for you to read but why don't you shower and I'll serve you breakfast in bed when you come out. He outdid himself -- pancakes, bacon, orange juice and coffee. We sat cross-legged, facing eachother with our food trays in front of us. I began the conversation by saying, "You know how I became friends with Quincy. How do you happen to know him?" "Oh, that's right, you didn't enter high-school until Quincy and I graduated. He's a U of N student, too, and this you won't believe -- he's my roommate." "Is he gay?" "He's gay. Besides being gay, he's, a boy lover. He won't come on to you today, but if he ever does I'll warn you, he's a spanker." "What does that mean?" "It means he likes to spank boy's asses before he has sex with them. I mean spank them until their buns are rosy pink." "Why does he do that?" "He gets off doing it. I don't mean he actually ejaculates but it makes him hot." "Does he have a big cock?" "You'll see it before the summer is out, probably the next time we come out to the lake. Wondering and waiting are half the fun of the game. Let me say, you won't be disappointed." Quincy arrived a couple of hours later with more beer and some T-Bone steaks he'd picked up at the supermarket. We went out with the boat again and I didn't catch anything, but then we didn't stay long. Perry and Quincy, between them caught seven Perch, which I like and they said I could take them home. We cleaned them and again put them in the freezer. Perry took out a big bag of frozen peas to go with the steaks. I'd had one beer on the boat and Perry said I could have one more before we ate, but that was the limit -- he didn't want both of us in trouble when he took me home because he wanted to get me back out to the lake in two weeks, meanwhile we'd work in a couple of days fishing in between. Quincy and I sat on the patio and talked while Perry went in to trim the T-bones, get the peas ready to defrost in the microwave and disappeared into the bathroom. Quincy surprised the hell out of me, when, he didn't ask, but out and out stated, "Perry got to you out here, didn't he. I know because you look and act like a gay boy that's just had his first sex with a man." "Jesus, is it that obvious?" "Only to a gay man. Your smile stretches from ear to ear and you're absolutely vibrant. I suppose he told you I'm gay?" I laughed and said, "Yea and he told me you like to spank boy's buns until they're rosy pink." "Guilty. Surely he didn't fuck you though?" "No but it's on his mind. I told Quincy what he'd done and then said later." Perry came out with the steaks and a timer to let him know when to send me in and get the peas out of the microwave. Somehow, I knew that Quincy wanted me and that the feeling was mutual. I knew, too, I loved Perry, but realized it was easy to love more than one person at a time -- like Perry, my parents and even Nancy sometimes. I hoped Perry knew that, too. After eating, Quincy helped us clean what needed cleaning and we bagged the trash and took it home in the trunk. Perry said his dad let friends use the cabin but it was a one-time deal if they left it dirty or wastebaskets full of trash. He owned the damned place but he wasn't a janitor. When we arrived home Perry went in with me to thank my parents for loaning me to him for the weekend. We found my parents, Nancy and Carol Sullivan watching TV, which my dad immediately shut off. We handed my dad the fish and had to go through the whole business of Perry getting his foot caught in the net and my jumping in the instant Sue Kohl fell backwards out of the Kohl's boat. I explained some of it, but Perry did the most talking and said more than I wished he had, like: "Joey knew exactly what to. After he helped me up onto the dock, he wrapped a towel around me. Then, because I had the shakes he made me take a shower. Because he was wet and cold, too, and because the cottage has only a 10-gallon HWH we had to shower together. Then he made me take a couple of Tylenol and take a nap. He lay down beside me and stayed with me to make sure I was OK. Quincy Adamson, who'd taught swimming/lifesaving classes to Joey, came out and he was full of praise for Joey and what he'd done." It was funny in a way. I kept looking at Carol Sullivan and she could hardly keep her hand off her crotch when Perry was talking about us showering and taking a nap together. When Perry left he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and said, "Thanks again, pal. I'll never forget this weekend - for what you did and because I'm still alive to remember it." Then he bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I was pooped so I kissed mom and dad and went up to my room even if it wasn't my usual time to turn in. Nancy and Carol, I knew, weren't pooped but Carol had probably dragged Nancy up the stairs so they could talk about Perry. I was right. What I hadn't guessed was that both Perry and I would be their topic of discussion. Carol started things off and talked until the conversation ended. The minute they were in bed, Carol said, "Oh Nancy play with my pussy. Your fucking brother and Perry got me so hot talking about their weekend that I've never been so wet." I don't understand, Perry fucked you; he surely didn't fuck Joey. I can't understand why you're so worked up." Carol responded, "When he fucked me, (I had to stifle a snicker. I knew she was lying through her teeth) it was on a farm road north of town, it was dark, I could hardly see his face let alone his penis. Then it all happened so fast. He jabbed it into me and in less than a minute he pulled it out. I think he'd already climaxed. I guess that's what they call it when boys shoot and lose their erection; at least that's what Betty Anderson told me. When Perry was telling about showering and napping with Joey, I kept wishing it had been me. "Joey probably didn't even look at him." "Don't be so naive, Nancy. One of my brothers told me the grade and junior high school boys are always looking at the high school boy's penises at the urinals." So it went until my dad called up the staircase that Quincy Adamson had come to see me and he was coming up. He added that mom and he were going to bed so be sure to let Quincy out and lock the door. Suddenly I didn't feel quite so pooped out. When he came up I put a finger to my lips to signify "be quiet" and I wrote a note saying Nancy and Carol Sullivan were in the room beyond the door. He added, "Do we have to be quiet?" I took him to the far side of the room and whispering, explained the situation to him and said "Yes, and we better talk on this side of the room. As a consequence, even before getting into my bed, which was also against the door and Quincy said, "Lets strip." We did, and Quincy began, "I'm sorry Perry and you were fucked out by the time I got to the lake. I felt left out and horny as hell." When he was naked except for his briefs, I looked. He was hung the same as Perry. God, in one weekend my life had changed from zero experiences to sex with two men. And, I LOVED IT! Even with our shorts still on it was obvious we'd started getting hard. When we'd removed our shorts and tossed them on the carpet, he was fully hard and he was absolutely amazing. I'd neither thought nor imagined that a dick like his existed; it extended 4 inches straight out from his body, curved and had an additional 4 inches pointing down. I asked him if I could touch it. He replied, "Hell no. Do you think I got naked and erected just so you could look at it? It's all your's. That's why I came over here, tonight. It needs a good playing with and a blowjob." I began feeling it and that alone almost brought me to climax so I stopped. It was a very handsome cock on an extremely handsome man. Quincy had black hair, cut very short, with a small, balding spot in back, brown eyes and a terrific tan above the waist from doing farm work. His legs and arms were hairy, as was his chest. His pubes were thick and bushy. He looked like a man, that's for sure. He was extremely intelligent but shy and I think his shyness gave you the false impression that he wasn't too smart when you first met him. The minute I stopped feeling him up, he lay down on my bed, raised his legs and spread them wide apart. "Joey I think you better take care of it right away. It's not going to last long!" I got on my knees, between his legs, and took 4 inches of it down my throat. I couldn't make it around the curve. Within seconds, Quincy had an organism in my mouth and it triggered me to the same on the bed sheets. It was tremendous, I hadn't touched myself, expended no conscious effort, it just happened - the spontaneous result of extreme sexual pleasure. I rolled over, put my head on his arm and my arm across his chest. That was the last thing I remembered until I woke at 3 AM, the lamp on the bedside table still on with a note attached reading, "Joey we went to sleep I let myself out at 1AM. Lock the door! I crept downstairs and locked the door, as my dad had instructed me. Nobody was any the wiser.