Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2007 16:04:51 -0700 (PDT) From: Dan R Subject: Me & Justin 23 Over Christmas vacation, I went with my parents and Chris to spend a few days with my Grandparents. Even though there was nothing ever really to do in their house, I liked it just the same. I think my dad did too. He didn't get to see his parents as much as he would like to, just because he traveled around a lot. I liked waking up in the morning and Grandma would have breakfast going. She always gave us a glass of grape juice, always reminding me not to spill because it would stain. It was in the smallest of cups too. Like a 6 ouncer or something like that. You would take one drink and it would almost be gone. So you had to conserve the juice. She would always ask how you liked your eggs and toast and bacon all of that, then she would go back to the stove humming away while she cooked. When she finished making everybody's plates, we would dig in, but not until she sat down to eat her breakfast. I got a backhand to the head once when I was young from my dad, and I never repeated that mistake again. We were all eating my grandma's unbelievable breakfast when there was a knock on their back door. Which was strange, because they really lived in the middle of no where. They lived on the shore of Lake Superior and their driveway was like 2 miles long just to get to their house. My grandpa got up grumbling and answered the door. He made some small talk, and he was followed in by two younger guys that looked to be about my age. Turns out they were brothers. One was 17, and the other was 14. They were doing a fundraiser for the area hockey team. They were selling candles. Believe me, this stuff is true. If you ever played sports in the late 80's and early 90's, they had all of us do so many stupid fundraisers that usually meant going door to door selling overpriced crap like candles, napkins, candy, etc. My mom and grandma looked over the catalog cooing over the various candles and they bought a few of them, much to my dad and grandpa's dismay. While this was going on, me and Chris finished our breakfast and motioned the guys into the living room. We joked around a bit about what they were doing and that we had to do the same stupid stuff. They seemed like nice guys. The older one was really tall, like 6'2", seemed a little pudgy, had dark black hair and pretty much a beard growing, his name was Kip. His brother was very similar looking, but was shorter and thinner with no facial hair, his name was Brad. We made small talk about where we were from and what team we played for and all of that. The older one chimed in, in a northern accent that you have to hear to believe that it is true. "Ohhh, yahhh, you are down in the cities der don't cha know. Yah, I played ya back a couple of years ago in Dulut ya know." I remembered playing them in Duluth. The older one played with the small team that we had beat up on, but I didn't remember him. Either did Chris. They were pretty excited to have people their own age near where they lived. Turns out their parents owned rental cabins about ½ mile south of my grandparents house. That day, my dad and grandpa were going to a flee market and my mom and grandma were going to Grand Marais to do some shopping and whatever. Me and Chris really didn't have anything to do. We asked the brothers what there was to do around here, because we were going to be stuck here all day. They said that we should go down to their house and we could rent movies and drink beer. Their parents were on vacation in Florida for the week and they had the house to themselves. Plus, they had to watch the cabins. We went back into the kitchen to ask my parent's if it would be ok to spend the day and night at Kip and Brad's house and they had no problem with it, especially being they were going to be gone most of the night anyways. Chris and I got some cloths together for the night and got our jackets and boots on and left with Kip and Brad. We walked down the driveway. It always smelled like a bonfire up there. People would have wood burning furnaces, so it always had that smell to it in the winter. It wasn't all that cold. Maybe 20 degrees or so. We started walking down the highway towards their house and we got there in no time. We were having a good time making idol chit chat about hockey and who might win state and all of that. Normal stuff. Turns out they had to go to school like 50 miles away. That was the closest high school. Most of the places up here were rentals or people who only came up in the summer. I could tell they sounded pretty lonely or something. When we approached their house, I was amazed. It was on top of a hill that overlooked Lake Superior. Down below you could see like 10 or 12 cabins that were right on the shore. It was beautiful. Me and Chris both let out a collective "cool". Brad told us that it was fun in the summer's here because of all the people who came up to rent the cabins, and that he got to work in the gift shop and he liked that. But the winters were pretty lonely. We got settled in and were lounging around the living room. Kip brought out 4 beers and we drank and talked some more. We decided to go to the kitchen and play drinking games. It was early afternoon, so we had a long way to go. I mentioned that and they said that they had a lot of beer. I cocked my head and smiled and said, "let's do it!" We played every game in the book. Quarters, Moose, Asshole, Poker. You name it, plus I think we made up a few. Us 4 went through two cases of beer and were super hammered. Plus it was only like 7 pm. I hoped my parents would drive down to check on us. We went out to the living room and Kip asked us what we wanted to watch on TV. Chris blurted out "PORN MAN. PORN!!!". I looked over at Kip and he had a grin on his face. He went to his room and came out with a few tapes. I was sitting next to Brad and looked at him and he was smiling too. While Kip was getting the porn tape into the VCR, Brad laid into my lap and rested his head on my thigh. Kip went over and sat next to Chris. I could see Kip say something to Chris, but I couldn't hear it. The porn movie started, and I can't remember the title, but I know the word Bi was in it. Before you know it, two guys and a chick are going at it. The only light in the room was coming from the TV. Brad had moved closer to me and moved his head right against my dick, which was hard as a rock. I could see Chris and Kip holding each other really close and Kip was rubbing Chris' back. After the first scene, I saw them kiss and Kip brought Chris back to a bed room. I started to rub Brad's head and shoulder and he just moaned. I got off the couch and let his head lie flat against the cushion and moved his body so he was lying on his back. I took his sweater and pulled it over his head. Then I moved his shirt up and started to lick his nipples. I looked down and saw a big tent in the sweatpants he was wearing. I tried to move my hand to his dick, but they were tied really tight around his waist. I looked up at him and gave him a look pleading to get underneath the perimeter. He smiled and pulled a string and I could get my hand down below. I felt his pubes and moved my hand down to his dick and started to stroke it. I leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, close to his lips and he grabbed my neck and kissed me hard. With all of this, I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and stripped off all of my cloths. I took off his sweats and socks and shirt and pulled him down to the floor with me. He was on top of me and we were grinding our naked dicks together. It felt so good. Every once in a while he would take his dick and rub it against my balls. That set me off and I came really hard. He moved up on me and rubbed his dick in my cum and shot his own load, while my own dick was pressing against his butt hole. When we were done, he collapsed onto me and we fell asleep/passed out. It had been awhile for me, so I was extremely exhausted. We woke up the next day and we had managed to get back on the couch. My back was to the back of the couch and I was spooning him. We were both still naked but were under a quilt. He felt so warm and smooth. I got a chance to really look at him. He was a really good looking guy. He had a nose that pointed up a little bit and really dark eyes. I started to rustle and he started to wake up. He turned around and gave me a kiss and then bounded out from under the quilt totally naked and went into the kitchen. I just laid there, never in my wildest dreams thinking that while visiting my grandparents, I would have just had sex the night before with somebody I had never met before, not to mention, in the middle of nowhere! I laid on the couch, listening to Brad rattle pots and pans, probably getting ready to make breakfast. I saw Chris coming from the back bedroom with a big smile on his face. He lifted up the quilt and laid next to me. I could hear the shower running, so I assumed that to be Kip. Chris and I held each other for a while, he turned around and gave me a quick little peck on the mouth and got up, pulling the quilt off of me, just to be a dick. I was forced to get up and put some cloths on. We all sat around their breakfast table chatting and grins would come up between us all during our meal. We never were with these two again. When my grandparents died years after this, I saw them at the estate sale. We went out to the local bar and had drinks and laughed about our night together. They didn't seem to have any regrets. They were married with kids. They were a couple of nice guys though, that is for sure. To be continued. Thanks for everybody's nice comments. They are really cool.