Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2008 09:14:31 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: UNSEEN AND REMEMBERED The group was out of control. The summer was everything those gathered had hoped for. The adults were having fun as were the guys. Trevor was one of the guys. Some were cousins, others classmates and some just friends. How it all became reality was strage. Claude said his Dad had rented a huge house on the Bay and there was room for more. Word seemed to spread and almost everyone Trever knew was going. With a good deal of hesitancy, he asked his parents and was stunned when they smiled and said "yes". He was going to spend an entire summer away from them, his sisters and brother. He'd be on his own with the guys who were a part of his school and friendship life. His parents didn't even ask who the adults were. Trevor had in fact told them that Claude's Dad and some other men were going to be there. Of course he knew that his mother would telephone Claude's house the next day to confirm everything. But instead of expressing caution, they looked at each other and smiled. Trevor felt they wanted the vacation as much as he. True there had been many tense discussions about his upcoming Senior year, college plans afterwards, his grades and ihnsistance on spending spare time practicing his cello even when he wasn't required to do so. Trevor struggled carrying the huge instrument that was almost as tall as he during his younger years. But in time, it transitioned from being a requirement to a friend in whom he found solace, escape and a welcomed envelope of distance from reality. "Will you take Sammy?" His mother asked. Sammy was the name he gave his cello..even the new one he got during Junior High which cost several thousands of dollars. "Not sure" he said. He hadn't thought about it. Instead he thought about swimming naked with his friends, sharing a bedroom with some of them, masturbating with those needing it as much as he, fishing, playing volleyball and maybe getting drunk or stoned. Trevor felt guilty but as he lay on top of his bedcovers holding his hard flesh, his mind wasn't thinking about Sammy. The vans and suvs seemed to keep arriving at the cottage. Actually it was a three story house, something like you'd see in a Disney film about the 40's or 50's. There were boisterious claims for bedrooms and some of the guys running to the salt water bay where jelly fish would soon claim their territory from some of them. The boat house emptied as conoes and rowboats barely held their overloaded contents above the water line as they sloshed into the bay. Trevor, Claude and Marcus headed into the nearby town on scooters that someone had been clever enough to provide. "You must have the greatest summers ever" they told Claude. He smiled. It was obvious he did. Days became sunburned memories, nights were barbques, first taste of soft shelled crabs and other delights. Claude's Dad and four other adult males kept an eye out for danger but generally were less like authority figures and more like older boys. Three college age guys were there too. Trevor wasn't sure if they were brothers or friends of any of the others. There were too many there to know details about .. at least during the first couple of weeks. Things calmed down a bit, with individuals or groups deciding their own activities rather then going with the flow of the masses. Trevor played on Sammy in his third floor bedroom and got kidded about it. It was a habit he couldn't avoid and a friendship he didn't want to. The boys were hot, mostly shirtless and none modest. Naked buttocks were everywhere as the boys and men sunned, played volleyball naked in the privacy of their private area and with the bodies came cocks galore. Trevor, like all of them, constantly looked and compared. It is what men have done since Cain and Abel entered puberty. There were jokes and visable half hard members. In the darkness of the night, there were harder ones being satisfied. Carl sighed so heavily after he came one night, that Trevor and Marcus show shared the same third floor bedroom awakened and proceeded to kid him about whacking off. But their acknowledgement soon had the three doing the same thing in the darkness, listening to each other's deep breathing, moans and flesh slapping. They didn't talk about it. They did it. After all it was a long summer and they were young. There were girls too. Some visited their friends and others came from nearyby towns after meeting some of the group in town. Pairs walked along the sand, cuddled in the boathouse or even snuck off to a bedroom despite the "one rule" that Claude's father had demanded. "no girls upstairs". By week three Trevor knew everyone's names and something about them. They all kidded him about Sammy but in the twilight hours turned their radios down and took their mp3 ear plugs out to listen to the mellow tranquil notes that permeated the atmosphere. "Naw gotta practice" he said when urged to join the massive exodus into town one Friday night. He had to go back to the city for an audtion the following week. It would only be three days away from the summer fun, but it was imporant...it was the Marine Band and Orchestra. The Marine Band was more then a military group. In this town it was the President's Own band and orchestra that performed at White House functions. The members got paid better then any other military band and members also taught and played in orchestras. Trevor could not only learn a great deal but make contacts that would gurantee his career...let alone his entrance into prestigious universities. He practiced as yelling, car engines revving and dirt and stones flew. Claude's father, Marshall and another college age guy named Larry were downstairs grilling hamburgers. Solaneski was there too. Trevor wasn't sure who he was or who he know. He only knew the blonde swedish guy was hot and hung. By then he knew everyone's physical shape and size. Nobody was modest that summer. "You sound great" he was told by one or the other as he joined them for hamburgers, beer and jokes. The evening was calm, quiet and soothing. Trevor wished he could be there like this for the rest of his life. Claude's father answered the phone and talked awhile announcing that most of the group wouldn't be back that night. They had instead hooked up wiht various town friends and were goign to party the night away. Trevor sighed. He wished he had gone afterall. They talked about girls, school, travels, and sex. They laughed and asked each other about wives and girl friends. Trevor admitted he didn't have either Sammy filled his spare time. Of course he was kidded about that. They talked about the memories they would all have about this summer and about the important things in life that they treasured...the first time they got laid, their first kisses, favorate coaches and college stories that stayed with them for years afterwards. Trevor knew this summer would be among his and that he had many more important events, people and even loves to affect him in ways he couldn't imagine. They trotted to waters edge and stripped naked in the moonlight. Silhouetted naked men were almost more exciting then in full light he thought seeing the pendalous penis of the men around him. He realized he was the youngest one there. And he felt his own penis becoming a cock, so he quicly submerged himself. One by one they left the water walking back to the house. Trevor was tired and said good night choosing to walk fully naked all the way. It made him feel sexy and free. In his mind he dared them to watch him, he wanted them to watch him, those older boys and men who had the same physical equipment he had. The climb to he third floor took the last effort he had. Trevor showered in the hot water and walked still bare to the quiet and now private bedroom. The sheets fell over him making him feel even sexier. His hand fondled himself but he didn't feel like masturbating instead enjoying the feeling of a very hard cock. He must have slept. He wasn't sure. There was a creak as weight added to the bed. Trevor knew that someone was there but he didn't ask who. He was both alert and asleep. The body moved against him, it felt good. Trevor wasn't scared though apprehensive. He knew whoever was there wouln'd hurt him. The arm lay over him and pulled him closer. The bare flesh against his back, buttocks and legs felt warm. His cock expanded to full hardness and his breathing got deep and quick. The hand pet him, pulled his nipples making him gasp and moan. Trevor felt his own body pressing back against whoever was there, moving to feel the skin rub against his. The hand felt his cock and testicles. Trevor had fantasized someone would want to do that to him. He closed his eyes in the darkness so his mind could envision the boys he knew, the men he had met, the men he had spent the evening with and one or two others who he didn't know but fantasized about during self satisfaction. The pain felt like stab at first. The man stopped when Trevor made sounds. But he moved his buttocks back so the cock that had impaled him moved further. The man in whos arms he lay, resumed and Trevor concentrated on the new feelings he had...the pain and the plesure he felt. He alternated between moaning and gasping as his insides adapted to the new experience. The hand gave him familiar pleasures while the cock inside him introduced him to new ones. They lay there quiet. The cock inside him stayed there. The hand covered with his sperm remained holding the softening cock. Trevor thought he should say something; ask a question, thank the man or discover who he was at least. But he sighed and drifted to sleep feelign the warmth of the arms around him and teh memory of his hardness inside him. Marcus woke him. "Come on, breakfast" Marcus said. Trevor was alone in bed though he looked first rather then knowing that Marcus would have said something is one of the men was still sharing the naked bed. Was it a dream? Trevor asked himself. It had to be more then a fantasy, he wouldn't know how to imagine the sensations of being fucked. In fact, he hadn't thought about that during all his times of jerking off. Shorts and flip flops were the dress code most of the time. Trevor was dressed like the others as he shoveled scrambled eggs and bacon on his plate. Around him the guys talked about their antics the night before. There were exagerations he knew, and a few lies as well, but it was the entertainment. "Sleep good?" Claude's father asked him "in your private bedroom?" he smiled. Was it that man who had shared his bed? Trevor didn't know how to interpret his smile and blue eyes. He looked at the man's furry arms. They might have been the ones he felt. But so did Marshall, Larry and Solanski. They all nodded, smiled and said suspicious things. "Have fun last night?" - "Good to spend some time with you", "Nice being with older men huh?" Trevor talked and listened but he glanced at the older men he had spent the night with. It could have been any one of them. He wished it could happen again he knew. But there was a trip home the next day. He'd go back and try to concentrate on Sammy and the audition. But he'd be back. They'd be here he knew. Perhaps he'd find a way to be in a private place again. "I'll do you tomorrow" Larry said. Trevor was stunned. He was being told outright what he wanted to know. "I'll drive ya down, I have to see my girl anyway" Larry continued "and bring you back, ok?" His strong hairy arm lay across Trevor's bare chest patting him. Trevor wasn't sure if it was the same arm that had wrapped around him the night before or not. All he knew was it felt good. Perhaps he'd never know who it had been. And maybe it would be part of his life's collection of memories...the kind the men had talked about that evening. So the person was unseen and initiated the first of his most important memory let along realization of who and what he was, and who and what he needed.