Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2018 21:02:53 -0500
From: jlminn1998@gmail.com
Subject: Jamie at 13 Chapter 1: Introduction

Jamie at 13

Hey Nifty Peeps!!!  I'm an English Major at a University in the Twin
Cities.  Last Spring semester, one of my writing Profs. asked us for a
fictional short story that was based on personal experience.  That's where
the origins of this tale comes from, believe it or not.  Needless to say,
this is NOT the story I handed in for a grade. (But I do wonder if she
might have liked it.  Ha!) I'll let you guess which of the characters
involved is basically me.

A decent chunk of this story is true...with some embellishment.  Another
good chunk of it is fantasy, fiction and wishful thinking.  I enjoyed
writing it in my free time, and I hope you enjoy it.  I've never actually
published any of my work before.  I figured I'd give it a shot on here and
see what folks think.  SO, feedback will be appreciated.  Hit me up at
JLMinn1998@gmail.com

Oh yeah.  The usual Nifty rules apply. So don't try this at home. (Wink) Be
smart.  Be discreet.  Be generous & kind.  Above all, always enjoy your
experiences & experimentations with willing & enthusiastic partners AND
protection.










Jamie at 13. Introduction.

Jamie was a nice kid.  Everyone agreed to that.  He was also a bundle of
amusing contradictions.  He could be painfully shy one moment, and then
ridiculously outgoing the next.  He was naive and rather sheltered, yet
with a curiosity streak a mile wide.

Many folks nick-named him "Angel Boy."  Partly because of his politeness &
manners (To everyone's knowledge, the kid had never uttered a curse word in
all of his life), but also due to his Scandinavian looks.  He had medium
blonde hair that turned shiny gold in the summer sun that hung is a wavy,
shaggy fashion around his head and face, and bright green eyes.

He was 5'5, slightly tall for his age, with a gangly, yet relatively
muscular body for a young teen.  Like all Minnesota boys who grew up in
lake country, he was part otter, and excelled in any and all water sports.
He also loved his skateboard and BMX bike that he peddled constantly.  This
gave him a youthful 6-pack, a decent chest and legs that were surprisingly
well defined.  People also joked that his butt looked like someone had cut
a globe in half and glued it to his backside.

The funny thing is that Jamie didn't really take all of that in.  To him,
he was just a brand new teenager who felt rather clueless about the big,
old world.  So he carried himself with an innocent awkwardness that made
people not help but like him.

Jamie's family owned a small resort and restaurant in the Brainard chain of
lakes area of Minnesota.  It is deep in the heart of lake country.  His
family was well off, but never flaunted it. (That would be un-Minnesotan
and wouldn't fit the Lutheran culture) His family lived off of a lake, with
another cabin 20 miles away on a different lake.  Jamie was allowed to stay
out there by himself or with friends.  He had earned the solid trust of his
parents to be able to do that.

One reason he had done that was by helping in the restaurant or at the
resort with all manner of odd jobs from the time he was 6.  His parents
didn't make him do it.  He just liked working.  It also gave him the chance
to meet new people and hear their stories.

This area of Minnesota is a tourist Mecca year round, but even more so in
the summer.  Jamie was able to meet people from all over the world.  His
curiosity was never satisfied.  He just loved to learn new things.

Jamie's birthday had been in early May.  He turned 13.  With the onset of
puberty hitting just before he turned 12, Jamie felt confused most of the
time with the physical changes he was going through.  Spontaneous boners at
random and awkward moments.  Voice changes.  The initial sexual
awakenings...and discovering how to "Spank the Monkey."  It was all a
frightening, exciting, and beautiful mess.  It was now June, with school
ending this coming week.

Unbeknownst to him, this summer would change Jamie for ever.


Chapter 1. Cousin Eric

Jamie had finished swimming in the lake their house was situated on.  He
was getting dressed now for dinner.  His dad had the grill going out back.
Today was a celebration.  Eric, Jamie's cousin was coming to town.

Eric wasn't a direct cousin. He was the son of Jamie's mother's cousin.
Still, with the Scandinavian/Germanic heritage so prominent in Minnesota,
the looks could often be freakishly similar.  It didn't hurt that both
families had been rather tight for ages.

Eric had graduated High School 2 years ago, and Jamie hadn't seen him since
that last summer.  He had gone off to college out in California somewhere,
and worked out there during the summers.  Eric's family lived in St. Paul,
but maintained a cabin only 3 miles from Jamie's families cabin.  As it
turned out, Eric had gotten a job at a nearby resort and waterpark as a
lifeguard.  His family had agreed to let him use the cabin as his "Crib"
for the summer.  The family could only be up there on weekends, which Eric
would spend working.  To Eric, the college boy, this meant that it wouldn't
"cramp his style."

Growing up, Jamie always looked up to Eric.  Jamie had 2 older sisters,
both in college, so Eric was a big brother to him.  He didn't get to see
him as often as he'd liked to, but when they were together people often
mistook them for brothers.

"He should be here any minute," Said Jamie's Dad.

"This is gonna be soooooo cool!" exclaimed Jamie.  "It's been way too
long."

"Eric knows how much you've missed him."

"This is gonna be the best summer EVER!" Jamie replied.

Sure enough, within about 5 minutes, Eric and his SUV pulled into the front
of the house.  At the sound of the engine being turned off, Jamie sprinted
from the back of the yard to the driveway.  As Eric shut the door to his
car, Jamie bolted to him and leapt onto his back.

"Gotcha, big booger!" he yelled.

Eric's body slumped into the side of the car with a little pain.  He spun
around, taking Jamie in his arms.  He them proceeded to drop him to the
ground and pinned him beneath himself.  "Booger, huh?" Eric scowled.

Jamie wasn't sure if Eric was angry.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "Open your
mouth," Eric ordered.  Jamie did as ordered.  Eric then got a big grin on
his face.  He spit the gum he had been chewing into Jamie's mouth, and
smiled showing some teeth.

Jamie grinned back and began chewing the gum.  It was an old game they used
to play when they were younger.  "It's really good to see you again," Jamie
smiled.  "You too, little booger," said Eric as he pulled Jamie off the
ground and put his arms around him in a bear hug.

"Dang, kid!  You dun growed up on me.  Last time I saw you, you were a
little runt."

"I grew 5 inches in 1 year," said Jamie as they walked to the backyard bbq.

"Not a little kid anymore, huh?"

"I'm still a kid...just taller."


Eric's days off were Monday's and Tuesdays.  His work schedule varied
according to the needs of the resort.  Mostly he had evenings off.  He took
Jamie fishing almost every day of his first week backs .  During those
times, Jamie would pick his brain over all manner of stuff.  Here was his
role model who had been off in the real world of college.

What was California like?  Have you seen any movie stars?  What's college
like?  And so on.  Yes, there were questions about girls, too.  Eric tried
to humor Jamie as much as he could, but he was rather vague when it came to
certain sexual topics.  He felt protective of Jamie, and it felt awkward to
go into detail.  Still, the two bonded solidly within the first week back.

To Jamie, it was like having a best friend as a Superhero.  To Eric, it was
like a having a crazed minion/pet who was goofy and a ball of energetic joy
at the same time.

Eric did confide in Jamie that one of the reasons he had wanted to get the
gig at the resort was because of the use of the cabin.  He joked that he
wanted to be the swinging college bachelor and hopefully get lucky with the
local girls or those staying at the resort.  He bragged that he had managed
one tryst with one of the female lifeguards already.

Jamie blushed at that, but smiled.  "Still such a innocent little boy,
aren't you," joked Eric.  "Bet you still don't cuss yet, do you?"  "Naw,"
Jamie grinned as he stared down at his toes. "I'm just a baby in the
woods."

To Jamie, Eric was as close to a super hero that he had known.  Eric was
6'1, with blonde hair that was slightly curly.  He also had royal blue.
Sure, Jamie could get tanner in the sun than Eric and his fair skin, but
Eric still achieved a golden hew.

Jamie would watch Eric as he fished while in his swim suit.  Eric preferred
brief style speedos while fishing, but had to wear longer shorts at work.
The gold of his skin accentuated his muscular form.  To say that Eric had
an athletic build was an understatement.  He had a well defined 8-pack,
with a broad chest and veins that ran down his chest past his biceps.
Jamie hoped that one day he would have Eric's body.

Little did he know...