Date: Sat, 19 Sep 1998 01:22:29 GMT
From: Mikey_Mark@hotmail.com (Mikey Mark)
Subject: The Kid at the Cottage (t/b mast/oral/cons)

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting teenaged males.  If you are offended by such
material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please
do not read any further.  All persons and events depicted in the following
story are entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is
purely coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.


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   "The Kid at the Cottage"

    by Mikey Mark


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     The first time I laid eyes upon Jason it was quite a sight.  He
was standing naked as only a twelve year old boy can, knee-deep in the
shallows of a small rocky waterfall.  There were two other boys there,
similarly attired, perched up and around the cascading water.  I knew
the place well as we were no more than three miles by boat from my
family's cottage and I had been coming to this place since I was a kid.

     I was up at the cottage for the weekend, alone as I often am,
working on the dock and the old crumbling boathouse.  My grandfather
owned the place and had "hired" me for the summer to fix the place up.
Working for me consisted of being alone at the cottage for weeks at a
time and playing at "handyman" at my leisure.  In return, he paid me a
weekly wage and dropped a nice fat cheque on me for my first semester
at College in the fall.  It was a fantastic deal, one that continued
each summer for the duration of my College education.

     As I was saying, I had just drove up for the weekend and decided
to shake the city out of my hair with a quick tour around the lake in
the old canoe.  I spotted their two boats, a red canoe and a rowboat,
tied just inside the bay near the falls.  There was a well worn pathway
that led up from where they tied their boats to the hidden falls.  The
whole area was Canadian Shield territory...all pine trees, pine needles
and granite rocks...huge chunks of rock.  A great place to fishing and
swimming that attracted many seasonal cottagers up from the city, only
three hours drive to the south.

     When I saw the boats there I knew there were some kids up at the
falls.  It wasn't much of a waterfall, the water only really dropped
six feet, but it was hidden and secluded and therefore attracted kids like
a magnet.  It was like a natural outdoor shower surrounded by rocks and
pinetrees that just made you want to take your clothes off.  I had
masturbated under that waterfall many times in my youth (even still now
in my twenties and thirties!).

     I paddled around the bay and over to a small river that I knew
worked its way behind the waterfall.  There was a "back-way" up to the
waterfall and that was exactly where I headed.  It was a quite a bit
longer route up the path from where I beached the canoe, but I walked
it slowly and smoked a cigarette to calm my anticipation.  I knew there
were boys there...I could hear them.

     I managed to spy on them for a minute or two before I "casually"
walked up to the foot of the waterfall and greeted the boys as if I
were a hiker who just happened to stumble out of the woods.  There were
three of them, all roughly around the same age or body size.  They were
all naked and two of them immediately scooted off to hide their
nakedness behind rocks.  The third boy, Jason, just stood there in the
pool stark naked, no more that ten feet away from me.  He was
beautiful.

     The boys were friendly and I wanted them to know that I was
"cool" so I stood and chatted with them for a while.  It turned out
that two of the boys had cottages on the lake while the third on was
staying at the Waterfront Resort with his family.  After I admitted
that I had skinny dipped in that very place many times before when I
was a kid (I was 18 years old at the time) they all seemed to loosen
up.  One of the boys even came out of hiding to join Jason, naked in
the sunshine while we talked.  The other red-haired boy stayed standing
on the other side of a small boulder, just high enough to hide his
genitals from my view.

     With a quick friendship established, I excused myself and left the
boys to their games.  It was still early afternoon and I knew I had to
get back and jerkoff.  The sight of blond, young Jason, naked in the
sunlight was etched in my mind's eye.  As I said, he was an incredible
sight to behold that sunny afternoon.  I would have fallen for him just
on the basis of his golden blond hair and blue eyes.  His sweet
bashful grin and boyish dimples were impossible for me to resist.
That he was twelve years old and was sporting an oversized boyish
cock that, while still hairless would match the size of most adult
males, made the whole scene seem like a bizarre fantasy.

     Fantasy became a reality a week later when, much to my surprise and
delight, Jason paddled up, alone in his red canoe.  I was working on
the dock at the time and Jason pulled up along side.  He wasn't naked
this time, though it mattered little.  I had seen him naked and I knew
that he wasn't just an average boy.  He was wearing a white T-shirt, a
blue speedo bathing suit and running shoes.  My eyes were immediately
drawn to his crotch.  The bathing suit was definitely too small for him
and his oversized boyish endowment was plainly obvious.

     It was obviously time for me to take a break so I invited Jason up
to the cottage for cold drink.  Once inside, Jason made himself at
home.  He fired questions at me in the way that twelve year old boys do
and pointed at everything.  "What's that?"  "Why is that there?", etc.
After he drained a soda in less than a minute, Jason asked to use the
washroom.  I direct him to the facilities and sat down at the table to
wait the return of the young Ganymeade.

     After a couple of minutes without the telltale sound of rushing
water, Jason reappeared fiddling with a knot in his bathing suit.  With
his sweet bashful grin he asked me to "help him".  I practically dove
the opportunity, claiming all kinds long forgotten "Boy Scout"
knowledge.  It was indeed a nasty knot, and I took my sweet time about
it.  It didn't take long for Jason to spring a boner with me kneeling
at his feet and both of my hands fumbling at the waistband of his swim
suit.  The fact that I was practically drooling with anticipation could
hardly have been missed by the kid.

     He apologized for getting such a bad knot and even apologized for
getting a boner.  I told him that getting a boner is one of the most
natural things in the world and added that I thought he had a "pretty-
darn-good-sized one" for a boy his age.  He definitely took interest in
my compliment and asked for confirmation as if he didn't hear me.  I
repeated myself and as if for demonstration of my statement, I pulled
the knot free, loosened the string and yanked down on the front of his
speedo bathing suit.  His beautiful six inch boner immediately popped
out and was pointing at my face only inches away from my nose.

     I looked up at his face and he stuck his tongue out luridly.  I
couldn't resist and proceeded to take his cock into my mouth.  He
freaked out when I did this and started flailing his arms around and
moaning wildly.  But he didn't try to pull his cock away from my mouth.
No sir.  That boy wanted his cock sucked and had pulled the knot trick
to get me to suck it.  He admitted as much a few weeks later, but that
would be getting ahead of the story.

     Anyway, I sucked young Jason off right there in the kitchen of my
grandparent's cottage.  Considering his hairless state I was quite
surprised when amidst all of his flailing and thrashing about, he
starts to fill my mouth up with hot boyish cum.  It was the sweetest
thing I had ever tasted!

     Once he shot his load he immediately excused himself to take the
pee that started the whole thing.  When he came out of the washroom a
second time, he was still sporting that cocky grin.  He broke the ice
immediately when he asked me if "I knew how hard it was to take a piss
with a boner?".  Oh he was sweet alright.

     The following day he reappeared at exactly the same time, wearing
almost exactly the same thing.  He didn't bother with the knot trick
that time, as he merely stripped off his bathing suit the minute he got
inside the cottage.  In my mind, the picture of him standing there in
the kitchen wearing only his running shoes and T-shirt, rivals that of
him standing naked in the sunshine at the waterfall.  The memory is
crystal clear here and my cock stirs with the thought!