Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 15:07:16 -0700 From: Larry Woods Subject: Two Men Build a Deck After writing 'Evergreen Summer,' wherein I shared my experiences with my cousins JB and Aaron, I received a number of e-mails, most of them encouraging me to tell the rest of that story, something I hope to do before I go back to school. One correspondent however, identified only as josh17@toyon.org, wrote of his own relationship with a younger cousin named Hayden. Having requested and obtained Josh's permission, I'll retell it here. * * * * * I In May of 2003, Josh graduated from the University of California at Davis. Late in the month, he drove to his grandparents' cabin just south of Yosemite; he had promised to build a deck before the family's Memorial Day get-together. Josh would not be working alone. Upon reaching the cabin, he found his younger cousin Hayden counting lumber that a driver had just rolled off a flatbed. Josh joined in, tallying hardware, ready-mix concrete, and pier blocks. When he'd signed for the load, he took his suitcase into the cabin. As he was unpacking, Hayden appeared in the doorway to say, "Just like old times." Hayden's remark referred to a summer three years ago when the cousins had spent two weeks building a storeroom. Then as now, Hayden had been tall, shy, and cute. "Just like old times," Josh agreed. After looking his shirtless cousin over, he added, "You're tanned head to toe." "Not quite," Hayden grinned. Prior to building the storeroom, Hayden had never had a sexual partner. Even now, insofar as Josh knew, he'd never done more than allow someone to masturbate him. To confirm this, Josh asked, "Anything new with Janine?" Shaking his head, Hayden answered, "Not since I saw you at Easter." Josh had never comprehended bisexual urges. In an orderly world, most men would want girls; some, like himself, would want guys, yet Hayden seemed to need both. He'd told Josh over Christmas, "When you jack me it's awesome, and when Jan does it's really hot too." Fortunately Hayden lacked the aversion to kissing plaguing so many straights. Postponing unpacking, Josh walked to his cousin, wrapped his arms around him, and pressed their lips together. The kiss lasted a while, and both men wore wood when it ended. Stepping away, Josh asked, "Did you want to stroke now or should we wait until later?" "Of course I want to stroke now, but we'd better pour those piers so they'll be set up by morning," Hayden answered. The men's grandfather had employed a local handyman to install the piers for the deck, but Josh had discovered last month that three had been positioned askew and that two others, carrying the central support beam, had been undersized. Having no practical way to bond new concrete with old, Josh had advised abandoning the undersized piers altogether. They could use the out-of-line piers by pouring four new ones and enlarging the deck. The project would extend from the cabin's back door to the creek. Outside, Hayden began digging holes while Josh mixed cement. By the onset of twilight, they had the new piers in place and went inside for a beer. Since both men had brothers who were exclusively straight, Josh and Hayden normally concealed their behavior. Tonight they had no obstacles to doing whatever they wanted, so they stripped between sips. In the bathroom, down to his briefs, Josh told Hayden, already naked, "I see what you meant about your not-all- over tan. When did you start wearing speedos?" "Jan bought them for me -- she says they make me look sexy." "Not half so sexy as you're looking without them," Josh said. "In case I've never mentioned the fact, you have an excellent dick." "You've mentioned the fact," Hayden said, smiling. The tiny stall prevented the men from showering together. While Hayden was bathing, Josh spread a sheet over the living room sofa. He also set a bottle of Astro Glide on the coffee table, reflecting that he'd never successfully beaten Hayden off with lube before now. The one time he'd tried, Hayden hadn't liked the feel of K-Y. After both men had showered, Josh sat on the sofa; Hayden stretched out atop him, his back on Josh's thighs and his head on the cushions. Stroking Hayden's chest, Josh asked, "Have you been keeping your excellent dick fairly busy?" "Fairly's the word," Hayden answered, "but I didn't jerk it last night." "Me neither," Josh said. A young man as slender as Hayden might have been expected to have the segmented abdominal muscles Josh's gayest friend, Jerry, called a six-pack, but Hayden had a flat, even stomach highlighted by the trail of dark hair running from his navel to his pubes. Stroking the hair, Josh revealed, "I didn't want to put it in an e-mail, since you bro's such a snoop, but I had two consecutive triples last week." The men used the term triple to mean they'd shot three times in one day. "Jimmy wouldn't have known what you meant. He'd have thought you'd taken up baseball." Petting Josh's shin, Hayden asked, "Did you score some hot porn?" Josh answered, "A friend I wrestled with, Matt, needed a place to stay after his frat house shut down for the summer, so he moved in with us for a week. Come to find out, he's more of a bi-guy than you are." Hayden reminded Josh, "I only seem to be bi around you, and that's okay with me. How did this dude get you off?" "With his mouth and his hand," Josh replied, "the same as how I busted him." Josh touched his fingertip to Hayden's cock- notch, then dragged it the length of his cumtube. As Hayden's abs quivered, Josh said, "I'm going to blow you before we finish the deck if I have to tie you down to the bed." "I could get into that maybe," Hayden laughed. "It'll give me something to think about anyway. Did David suspect what you and Matt had been doing?" Josh sighed, "If he'd caught me with Matt's cock in my mouth, he'd think I was just being weird, to use his expression. Big brother plain cannot imagine a guy being turned on by a guy." "I couldn't before the first time you popped me," Hayden said. "I've never had an orgasm like that. You were stroking my dick, and I wasn't feeling anything special -- then I exploded. It was a very strange feeling." Once Josh had broken the ice, though, he'd had no trouble giving Hayden release. Uncapping the Astro, Josh said, "I think you'll like this better than the other stuff I used. It isn't sticky at all, just slippery." Josh poured a teaspoonful onto his palm and jacked Hayden's cock slowly, transferring the lube onto the teen's rigid prick. As Josh continued to beat Hayden's meat, neither man said anything until just before launching; Hayden groaned, "Now." Josh had majored in journalism, hoping for a career as a sports writer. Honing his observational skills, he noted that Hayden's first spurt travelled eight inches from the tip of his dick to his nipple. Another three squirts landed nearer his dork on either side of the hair trail. After those, his spooge merely trickled. Looking down at the mess he'd unloaded, Hayden asked, "You'd be willing to swallow that junk?" "I fully intend to," said Josh. The men had corrected the foundation Monday evening, giving them four full working days before the rest of the family arrived Friday night. Since building a five-hundred square foot deck wouldn't have taken four days even had the men been beginners, Josh spaced the work out. Tuesday at breakfast he said, "I'm thinking that once we get the support structure run, I'd like to go swimming." "You're the boss," Hayden replied. In the original plan the deck had been thirty feet long by sixteen feet deep, and they'd added two extra feet to the length. Josh began his work Tuesday by shooting each pier's elevation, then cutting the twenty-four posts. While Hayden toenailed the posts, Josh cut the four-by-six girders and worked behind Hayden installing them. Securing the tee-straps took the men to their lunch break. Inside the cabin, as he fixed roast beef and cheese sandwiches, Josh asked, "What did you think of my Astro?" "It was smooth," Hayden answered, "and like you said it never felt sticky. All I had to do after I spewed was wipe off with a washrag." Sandwiches made, the men ate them with chips and drank iced tea in the dining room. After they'd eaten, they installed the perimeter joists, doubled the rims, and filled the interior. Running single-span two-by-sixes went quickly; at three they quit for the day. In their bedroom, as they were changing from work shorts into their swim suits, Josh paused to take hold of Hayden's nutsac. He asked, "Do you ever get blue balls?" "I do if I'm horny but there's no way to get off," Hayden said. After he'd pulled up his trunks he gave an example. "I was in my psychology class, and the girl sitting beside me had a rack and a half. By the time the bell rang, I was in pain, so I scooted up to the bathroom and jerked off in a stall." II By cantilevering the joists, Josh had positioned the edge of the deck directly above the edge of the creek, allowing the men to sit on the rim, dangling their feet in the water. Pressing his knee against Josh's, Hayden said, "Tell me how you found out Matt was bi." "The first night he stayed over, I was choking my chicken hoping he'd want to take over, which he did, with his mouth." During the drought of 2001 the creek had gone dry. That August, the cousins' grandad had brought in a backhoe and had dug an eight-foot-deep trench the width of the creek. Ever since then, the families had had a place they could swim. Josh dropped into the water, pulled Hayden in with him, and was kissing his mouth when they heard a car honk. Embarrassed by his obvious hardon, Josh wrapped his towel around his waist on the way to the gate. When he'd opened it, he saw that the kid driving the Toyota was the young man who'd delivered yesterday's lumber. "Your buddy invited me to stop by for a swim," he said. "I brought us a sixer." "Yeah, sure, drive on in," Josh replied. He followed the car to the creek. While the newcomer was undressing, he introduced himself as Brad Timmons and said he lived down in Oakhurst. He'd graduated from high school last week, making him one year younger than Hayden. After shedding his levis, he dove in wearing only his Jockey shorts. He paddled around for a while, then went back to his Toyota for the beer. While he was gone, Josh asked Hayden, "Had you met the guy before yesterday?' Hayden shook his head, "No -- when I was counting the lumber he said he wished he had a place to go swimming on his way home from work, so I said to come by." Six beers didn't last long on a hot afternoon. When he'd finished his second, Brad put his empty bottle in the trash bag, dropped into the creek, climbed out, and said, "That was welcome. I'll be by again tomorrow if you're sure you boys don't mind." "Not at all and we'll furnish the beer," Josh replied. After Brad left, Josh locked the gate, returned to the creek, and made out with his cousin until the need to get off drove the men back to dry land; there, they lay on the grass, jacking off side by side, Josh's left arm under Hayden. Perceiving himself approaching eruption, Josh asked, "Is it okay if I spooge you?" When Hayden said yes, Josh rolled sideways, aimed his cock, and took himself over the edge with several quick strokes. After unloading, he collected his nut and used it to polish his cousin. By cumming the men had calmed down enough to think about other things. They rinsed, dressed, and returned to the cabin where Hayden called his girlfriend while Josh made hamburger patties. When Hayden came into the kitchen, he opened a beer, sat at the table, and asked, "Have you ever blown load underwater?" "No, but we can try it tomorrow," Josh answered. Something had seemed to him strange about the truck driver Brad; he asked if Hayden had noticed it too. Hayden answered, "I did notice that yesterday before you drove up I was wondering if he was trying to hit on me, talking about how horny he was and that kind of shit, but when you got here, he stopped cold." "Not that exactly. Anyway, it's probably just my imagination," Josh said. For dinner the men ate hamburgers with home-fried potatoes and salad. Washing the dishes, Hayden asked if Josh had firmed up his plans for the fall. Josh answered, "It isn't definite yet, but I'm considering going to work at the feed lot. Mr. Hoskins wants somebody to redo their accounting system, and the pay would be good, plus I'd be working with Jordan." Rawboned hunk Jordan Hoskins loved getting his dick sucked; additionally, he seemed to enjoy jacking Josh. "It's funny," said Hayden. "If Jan told me she was hooking up with some other guy it'd bother me, but it doesn't with you." "One reason is we only see each other every couple of months," Josh suggested. At seven the men we're watching TV when the telephone rang. Mr. Hoskins wanted to know whether Josh had made a decision, and since Josh had found nothing more exciting to do -- he didn't want to start grad school quite yet -- he accepted the job. Bored with the sitcom, he remained in the kitchen after the call, staring out at the deck. Today's work had gone faster than he had dared hope; they would for sure finish running the decking tomorrow and the railing on Thursday, probably before noon, so he called his grandfather, reported the progress, and asked, "Can you think of anything else we ought to take care of?" Josh's grandad replied, "As a matter of fact, your grandmother's been saying she'd like planter boxes around the edge of the deck. Where are you putting the step?" "To the right of the back door," Josh replied. "Well, think about what you could do for some planters and call me back when you can." As Jason sat in the kitchen, sketching ideas, he sensed his urges returning. When the next commercial break started, he went back to the living room, sat beside Hayden, and slid his hand into the teenager's trunks. "How about a little mild bondage?" he asked. "That way it won't be your fault if I suck what I'm holding." Hayden had refused all of Josh's previous requests to blow him, perhaps because he feared going totally gay. Now, though, he asked, "What are you planning on tying me up with?" "There's a section of rope in the garage grandma uses for clothesline," Josh answered. "I'll be back in a second." Josh had chosen the cotton clothesline over the nylon rope he used to tie down lumber because the cotton wouldn't leave welts. In their bedroom, after Hayden took off his swimsuit, Josh tied him spread-eagle, then stripped and brought the lube from the living room. Josh set the Astro on top of the nightstand. He knelt between Hayden's legs, massaging his balls while he, Josh, revised his script. Before beginning any serious sex, he asked, "Are you nervous?" "A little," Hayden confessed, "not worried, just nervous. This is like something out of a porn film." Josh justified Hayden's nervousness by teasing his bunghole, never actually going inside him but seemingly threatening to. Simultaneously, Josh's left hand roamed Hayden's chest, pinching his nipples in passing. When he saw Hayden's slit drooling, Josh asked, "Having fun?" "That isn't exactly the word I'd have used," Hayden answered. Because of Hayden's earlier orgasm, Josh had anticipated sucking him awhile before he shot load number two, but he'd scarcely wrapped his lips around Hayden's stiff cock when the teenager fired, and he didn't cum meagerly; he shot five healthy squirts. "Fuck!" he said when he finished. Since Josh intended to blow Hayden again before going to sleep, he didn't jack off. Instead, he untied Hayden, watched him rubbing his wrists, and asked, "Could you use another beer before we turn in?" "Make it gramps' whisky," Hayden answered. "We'll drink while I whip you at cribbage." Josh brought a bottle of bourbon into the bedroom. Filling a shot glass for Hayden, now sitting on the edge of his bed, Josh asked, "How come you busted so fast?" "It was like the first time you got me off with your hand -- it just kind of happened." Accepting the glass, Hayden said, "Thanks. How come you aren't beating off?" When Josh answered that he planned to suck Hayden again, he said, "I'm afraid I'm done for the day, but I'll help you pop if you want." Josh, however, had confidence in Hayden's recuperative powers. Soon after ten, as he was putting the pegs back in the board, he asked, "Aren't you feeling even a little bit horny?" "A little," Hayden conceded. In their room, lying on Hayden's bed facing each other, Josh gave his cousin a hardon by kisses combined with nutsac massage. When Hayden had stiffened, Josh slid down the bed, scrunched himself up so he didn't hang over the bottom, and took Hayden's meat in his mouth. For several minutes Hayden lay motionless, but eventually the teen's hips began pumping. Josh's co-wrestler Matt had taught him how to use his tongue on a cock-knob, so while Hayden was fucking his face, Josh wiggled the notch and drew lines down both side of the cumtube. Omitting only Matt's finger-waves, he brought Hayden to a powerful orgasm. After the squirting had stopped, Hayden said, "Sheesh, I never cum three times in a day. I probably won't be able to get off again for a week." When Josh stretched out beside him, he said, "Lie on your back and I'll jack you." III Josh had originally planned to alternate rows of two fifteen-foot boards (splicing them on an off-layout joist) with rows of three tens, but now that the deck had become thirty-two feet, he told Hayden, "We'll start off at the doubled rim with two sixteens. Every other row will be an eighteen and a fourteen." Hayden asked, "What do you want to do for a gap?" "Run them tight -- they'll gap when they dry," Josh replied. Hayden's dad had bought such high-quality redwood, Josh had very little cutting to do. The men had run the entire thirty-five rows by the time they took their ten-o'clock coffee break, when, sitting in the shade of an oak, Hayden snickered, "We'll be screwing till noon." Hayden's words proved prophetic. Between ten minutes past ten and five past twelve the men installed twelve boxes of three- inch, weather-resistant deck screws. Hayden led the way, tapping them in with a hammer; Josh followed with a right-angle drill. "I wish everything in construction went as fast as decking," he said when they'd finished. Wednesday proved to be the hottest day yet. When the men went indoors for lunch the thermometer read ninety degrees. After they'd eaten, they spent the rest of their time in the water, then Hayden worked on the railing while Josh cut the stairs. By two Josh had put in the stringers and had moved to help Hayden cutting 128 four-foot-long two-by-two's. They'd installed about half when Brad arrived for his swim. Climbing out of his Toyota, he said, "It sure looks like you boys have been busy." Josh paid more attention to Brad today than before, noting that the eighteen-year-old had a tan rivalling Hayden's and a wide friendly grin. Removing his T-shirt displayed an excellent torso, and shedding his pants bared equally fine legs. Josh asked, "What sports are you into?" "Football -- I started at running back the past three years, but I doubt I'm big enough to play college." Looking Josh over, Brad said, "I'd picture you as maybe a linebacker." "Some, but mostly I wrestled," Josh said. Josh offered to store the tools for the night so Hayden could go swimming with Brad. When he returned after he'd put on his trunks, Josh saw the two teenagers dog-paddling midstream. Joining them, he heard Brad telling Hayden, "Oakhurst isn't so far. I'd have you back here before supper." Hayden explained, "Brad wants me to go to look at a pickup with him and see if it's worth what they're asking." Josh stayed in the water after the boys had driven off down the mountain. When he finally got out, he dried off, went to his room, and collected his e-mail. A message from his brother promised to bring the fishing gear Josh had forgotten; one from a fraternity brother reminded him of a meeting in Berkeley next month. While Josh was checking the news online, a popup advised him that The Smut Hut had the hottest gay porn online and that Josh could visit for thirty minutes free of charge. After he did, he experienced a strong urge to masturbate but restrained himself in hopes of a joint session with Hayden. Instead, he lay face down on the sofa and fell sound asleep. He awoke sometime later, so befuddled he believed he had slept through until morning, but his watch said 8:30 p.m. When he could think straight, he realized he had slept through Hayden's return; his cousin lay passed out on his bed, smelling strongly of weed. Josh had discovered that while marijuana disoriented people it energized hormones; he rubbed Hayden's crotch and smiled when he groaned. Unafraid of awakening his cousin, Josh popped the buttons on his levis, pulled down his briefs with his pants, sat, and sucked Hayden's balls. Reprising last night, Josh pressed his fingertip against Hayden's bunghole, then began to suck his soft prick, which steadily stiffened. Halfway hard, Hayden's dick began leaking the clear salty goo he'd been leaking last night. Seconds later, he lifted Josh's head, saying, "Hold off for a while." Josh complied, albeit reluctantly. He left Hayden's bed, sat on his own, and took off his socks. Shedding his work shorts, he asked, "Why didn't you want me to bust you?" Hayden yawned, stretched, and answered, "Because I'll go to sleep for good after I shoot, and I want to talk some." He yawned again, followed by, "I was wrong about Brad trying to hit on me. He has a collection of porn like you wouldn't believe, and all of it's straight." "That doesn't prove anything -- he could have been trying to turn you on." Josh stood and stepped out of his shorts; he too had a hardon. "He did turn me on," Hayden said, "especially after we'd smoked, but he didn't do anything about it. He just drove me back." As Hayden finished undressing, he asked, "Has Matt ever fucked you?" Josh answered that he'd never been fucked by Matt nor by anyone else. Lying naked and facedown on his bed, Hayden said, "Brad and I were discussing what it would feel like. There must be some reason gay guys do it." "I've had guys try," Josh revealed, "but the pain was incredible." "You can start off with your finger," Hayden said. Besides the bottle of Astro, Josh had brought a tube of K-Y to use on himself. He took it out of his shaving kit, sat beside Hayden, and greased up his finger. As it slid into him, Hayden moaned. Josh too found the situation exciting. His cock, already rearing, oozed the same clear fluid he'd seen leaking from Hayden's. Pushing the finger in even deeper, he asked, "You've never had anything in you before?" His voice muffled by the pillow, Hayden answered, "Nuh uh -- try using your dick." Josh's experience included an agonizing session with an early-on boyfriend, who'd done what Hayden wanted Josh to and in the exact same position. Entry had been so painful and convincing the friend to pull out so difficult, Josh told Hayden, "If you're sure you want to do this, lie on your side. I'll lie behind you, and you can back onto my rod. That way, if it hurts too bad, you can get out of there fast." The revised position put the men on their left sides with Josh's right hand free to reach over Hayden and jack him. As he did, Hayden positioned Josh's knob against his bunghole and inserted maybe an inch, but rather than leaping forward to escape the dick impaling him, he continued to take inch after inch until he'd taken it all. Awed, Josh asked, "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yeah, but let go of my stick or I'll shoot. Hold me while I roll on my stomach." When Hayden again lay facedown with Josh atop him and in him, he said, "Let's rest for a minute before you get started. Is this your first time in a guy?" Josh replied that it was. "Cool," Hayden said, adding a few moments later, "I think I'm okay now." Josh slid all his prick out but the tip, paused momentarily, the slid it back in, expecting Hayden to yelp; instead he groaned, "That is awesome." Finally convinced Hayden could take him, Josh began thrusting. * * * * * That's about all that josh17@toyon.org wrote me except to say that his first time in Hayden he disgraced himself by creaming nearly immediately but that each time he's drilled Hayden, he's been able to keep going a little bit longer and that Hayden has found the experience so satisfactory, he's spent unscheduled weekends with Josh at the cabin just about once every month.