Date: Sun, 4 Jul 1999 20:04:10 EDT
From: SykQuinn@aol.com
Subject: My Straight Buddy-Lake George Weekend

It was early June in 1969.  I had just completed my freshman year of college
at S. U. N. Y.  Albany, and I was back home in Brooklyn to spend the summer.
I ran into my old high school friend Larry.  He had gone to college in
Pennsylvania, and it was good to see him.  We bull shitted for a while about
our respective colleges, and about our old high school friends and
acquaintances.

As we talked, Larry mentioned that he has seen our friend Brian earlier that
day.  I tried not to reveal to Larry, how excited I was to hear that Brian
was back in the neighborhood.  To me, Brian was the epitome of young manhood.
 Brian had been my favorite jerk off fantasy since Junior High School.  And,
I hadn't seen Brian for the last several months, as he had dropped out of
college after his first semester, and moved to Florida, to stay with his
grandparents.

I knew that I was attracted to other guys, but I did not reveal my
homosexuality to my friends or family.  I basically lived a totally straight
lifestyle, except that I did not date.  But my friends were all into sports,
and there was not that much dating going on, in my group of friends, anyway.
Therefore, I don't think that it was obvious to anyone that I was gay.

Larry suggested that we go see if Brian was home.  As we walked the couple of
blocks to Brian's house, I was feeling that old tingling feeling in my cock
and in my whole body, that I got when I was near a really hot looking guy.  I
was excited about seeing Brian after all these months.  I was so turned on by
him that he had become an obsession to me.  And knowing that I might be
seeing him in a few minutes got me really excited.

It seemed that every time I saw Brian, he was better developed and hotter
looking than the last time.  At nineteen, Brian was five feet ten inches
tall, one hundred sixty-five pounds, with very straight silky blonde hair,
and piercing blue eyes.  He had a hard lean surfer type body with a clean
shaven angelic face, and a killer smile.  But straight, and as far as I knew,
totally unavailable to me.

My desire for Brian was so great that I would do anything to get him.  But I
was totally repressed and afraid to admit my true feelings to my friends.  I
was a horny, frustrated eighteen year old who needed a hard cock to suck and
I desperately wanted it to be Brian's.

Larry and I walked the two blocks to Brian's house and rang his door bell.
His mom greeted us the door and called upstairs to Brian to let him know that
we were there.  He yelled down for us to come upstairs to the attic.  His mom
explained that since Brian had moved back home from Florida, he had converted
the attic into an apartment and moved his room up there.  As we walked up the
stairs, my heart was beating very fast, in anticipation of seeing Brian.  It
sounded so loud to me, that I thought that Larry could hear it too.


  As we entered the beaded curtain doorway that Brian had set up, I saw him
standing there, with that hot sexy grin on his face.  His smile made my heart
melt, and my cock begin to stir in my pants.  Brian was wearing sandals, a
white T-shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his well developed
biceps, and a pair of tight faded blue jeans bell bottoms, that showed off
his lean, hard athletic body.  I couldn't help myself from glancing down to
the bulge in his crotch, that was holding the object of my deepest desires.
I had seen Brian naked at times, as we had been in the Boy Scouts together,
and shared tents and bunks on overnight hikes and camping trips.  But I never
saw his cock fully erect, and I never got to touch it other than "goosing"
sessions that we all had together.  We would try to grope each other as a
joke.  Well, maybe a joke to the others in our group, but I remembered every
detail of Brian's dick.

Brian had allowed his straight blonde hair to grow down his back, and had it
tied in a pony tail.  He greeted us with the popular hippy handshake of
grasping hands and intertwining our thumbs together and we hugged each other.
 I loved every opportunity that I had to touch any part of Brian's body.  He
had set up his room with large pillows and bean bags on the floor, and rock
posters on the walls.  He asked Larry and I if we wanted to get stoned with
him.  I had only started smoking pot a few months earlier, during my freshman
year at college, and I was beginning to enjoy the effects of grass.  We all
readily agreed to smoke as Brian took out his bong water pipe, and filled it
with some pot from a plastic bag on the table.  The pot was stronger than I
had smoked at college, and we all got very high.

Brian had a fan in the front window of the attic, but no air conditioning.
It was a warm June afternoon, and Brian commented on how hot it was as he
casually removed his white T-shirt, revealing his smooth, tan lean hard
chest.  I think that I started to drool as I stared at his naked upper body.

Brian had the stereo blasting the Doors and Jimi Hendrix music, as we shared
bong hits and kept getting higher and higher.  I settled back in my bean
chair and glanced through the smoke to observe my handsome friend's body.
Brian was laying back on his bed with his eyes closed, grooving to the sounds
coming from the stereo.  He had his head on his pillow, with his hands behind
his head.  I could see the small tufts of light brownish blonde hair in
Brian's armpits.  I also stared at his naked torso.

Brian didn't work out with weights, but just had a very naturally athletic
body.  There was no other hair visible on his body until my eyes followed a
trail down below his navel, where I saw a thin line of hair, that was
slightly darker than his armpit hair.  That line of hair went into the top of
his faded blue jeans.  I could see the bulge of his cock in his jeans, and I
think he looked like he was getting somewhat aroused, as he commented that
smoking pot always made him horny.  He missed his girlfriend Jill, who lived
in Florida.  I continued to look, as Brian casually adjusted his crotch.

Larry was sitting on a big pillow on the other end of the floor.  He just
kept saying how incredibly stoned he was, and did not see me checking out
Brian's sexy, semi-clad body.  We remained in our positions for the next half
hour or so, just enjoying the music, being high, and at least for me,
enjoying the view, being a few feet from my idol, Brian.

We got into a talkative mood later and we all talked about our years at
college, and in Brian's case, his life in Florida with his grand parents.  He
told us that his girlfriend Jill was actually an older married woman, who
lived in the same complex as his grandparents.  She was twenty-eight, and was
married to a rich older guy who was often away on business.

Brian reached to his back pocket for his wallet, and pulled out a color
photograph of Jill that he showed to Larry and me.  She was a hot looking
brunette, posing in a bikini on the beach in Florida.  Brian was very proud
of his "older" lady friend.  He told us how she seduced him on the beach, and
brought him back to her house, and about the wild passionate sex that they
had together.  Brian was quite proud, and I was quite jealous.  Of that lady
who was getting to be fucked by Brian, and who got to suck his cock whenever
she wanted.

The topic of conversation changed, and Larry was talking about the car that
his parents had bought him.  We decided to take a weekend camping trip
together.  We had all been in the boy scouts together, and still had the
tents, sleeping bags, and other camping gear.  We were talking about
different spots to check out, when it came to Brian.  He smiled and told us
that he had spent weekends, when he was younger with his grandfather at Lake
George, in the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York.  Brian said that his
grandfather always referred to Lake George as God's country.

I was working at a summer job, as was Larry, so we had to take our trip on a
weekend.  We decided to look into it, and try to go away as soon as possible.
 As I walked home from Brian's house, I was very stoned, and could only think
about how sexy Brian had looked, and I wondered if we would actually go away
on the camping trip to Lake George.  I really hoped so, as it would be an
opportunity to spend more time with my idol, and to see him wearing very
little clothing up at the lake.

I did not see Brian again during the week, but Larry called me on Wednesday
night, and asked if I could go with them Saturday morning.  I said yes, and
the trip was going to take place, after all.  Larry and Brian had all the
camping gear, and I met them on Saturday morning at 6:00 A.M., and our
journey began.  I did not yet have my driver's license, so Larry and Brian
shared the driving.  Brian broke out a rolled joint, and we got high in the
car.  It was a beautiful day and I was stoned and happy to be spending a
whole weekend with Brian.

We arrived at Lake George in the early afternoon, and Brian made all of the
arrangements regarding renting a motor boat and reserving a camping spot on
one of the little islands in the middle of the giant lake.  We boated out to
our private little island and set up out tents, and then changed into swim
suits.  Larry and I wore boxer type swim trunks, but Brian came out in a
little red "Speedo" type suit.  It was not as tight as Speedo's are today,
but it was a very brief, form fitting bright red suit, that revealed most of
Brian's sexy young naked body, and only his mid section was covered.  But I
could see his soft but very distinct cock bulge resting below the red
clinging cloth.  Boy, did I have that tingling, turned on feeling running
through my body.  I could not take my eyes off of Brian.

We went out on the lake, and Brian and Larry had water skis, and I mostly
observed.  We spent the whole afternoon swimming and water skiing.  Late in
the afternoon, we returned to the camp site and built a fire to prepare a
grill for typical camping trip dinner of hamburgers, baked beans and baked
potatoes.  We had also brought a few six packs of beer, that we had tied up
and chilled in the lake all afternoon.  Brian once again broke out his fine
stash of pot, and we all got very stoned.  The evening temperature remained
warm, and although Larry and I had changed, Brian remained dressed in only
his tiny red swim suit.  I wasn't complaining.

Larry was exhausted from driving, the sun, the beer and the smoke, and he
fell asleep shortly after sun down.  Brian and I decided to explore our
little island.  He wore his sandals over his bare feet, but that was his only
cover in addition to the red swim suit.  It was a tiny island, and we reached
the other side in only a few minutes.  As we sat on some rocks near the
shore, we rolled another joint, and smoked as we looked out over beautiful
Lake George.  The moon was full, and the reflection was haunting against the
still waters of the lake.

We were both silently enjoying our moments with nature, when Brian sat down
next to me on a rock that I was sitting on.  It was not a large bolder, and I
could feel Brian's bare thigh rub against my bare leg, as I was wearing cut
off dungarees shorts.  No words were spoken as I felt the heat of Brian's
smooth thigh rub against my flesh.  My head was buzzing, and my dick was
getting hard.  After a few minutes, Brian put his face next to mine, and said
in a very low voice.

"Smoking grass always makes me very horny."  I did not respond.  He
continued, "I really miss Jill," (referring to his twenty-eight year old
girlfriend from Florida).  Brian then whispered right into my ear.  "Jill
used to give me head right on the beach at night.  I really miss getting my
dick sucked when I'm high.  I sure could use a blow job right now."

The buzzing in my head was getting louder and louder.  I wanted to reach out
and touch Brian, but all of my inhibitions were holding me back.  Brian made
it easy for me.

"You really like me, don't you Michael?", Brian whispered to me.  He then
stood up and walked directly over to the rock that I was sitting on.  His
crotch was inches from my face, and the bulge was definitely growing in the
center of that red swim suit.  "Come on, Mike," he said in a soft sexy voice.
 "I know you want it."  I could only nod my head in the affirmative.

Brian moved in even closer, and I could smell the musk of his balls, right
through the translucent red material.  Brian grabbed the back of my head and
pushed his crotch into my face.  I needed no further invitation.  I had given
two blow jobs before, but this was the one that I had always dreamed about.
I pulled the red cloth down to Brian's ankles. He stepped out of them and was
now naked except for the sandals on his feet,

I looked up to see his naked body before me.  I had been staring at him all
day, but he was so much more magnificent in all of his glory.  His cock was
seven inches of semi erect blonde boy dick.  I quickly swallowed his cock in
my mouth.  Brian moaned, and I felt his cock grow to a full erection in my
throat.  I began to gag, and had to back off.

"Take it slow and easy, Mike," Brian whispered.  "Suck my cock," please Mike,
"suck my cock."  I regained my composure and began to suck again.  I looked
up and saw Brian's beautiful firm young body, and his boyish, handsome face
in the light of the full moon.  He truly was a beautiful specimen, with his
long blonde hair flowing freely in the night air, and his sun tanned smooth
muscular young body panting in sexual excitement.  Brian really needed to
have his cock sucked.  I reached around to hold on to his firm young butt
cheeks, as he inserted his perfect seven inch cock down my throat.

We built a rhythm of his thrusting and my swallowing.  I began to get teary
eyed from the pounding that his hard cock was giving my throat.  But I did
not complain and accepted his rock hard cock deep in my throat.  I wrapped my
right fist around the base of his spit soaked cock, and gave him a
combination blow job/hand job.  I was getting an unbelievable feeling of
accomplishment and satisfaction, as I gave my handsome straight buddy the
blow job of his young life.  A few minutes later, Brian began to tremble, and
he started to moan.  "I'm gonna cum, do you want me to cum in your mouth"?  I
mumbled, "yes, yes yes."

"Here it comes buddy!  Brian moaned, as I felt him explode in my mouth.  I
had swallowed the first few shots without even tasting his sperm.  But I
released his shaft from my throat to fill my mouth with Brian's load of cum.
I sucked and swallowed every drop of his precious fluids.  It tasted tangy
and wonderful and his perfect cock slowly began to soften in my mouth.

"Thanks buddy," Brian said as he grinned down at me.  He gave me that killer
smile of his, as he rubbed my hair and said, "This will be our little secret,
Mike."  I had a very content look on my face, as I looked up and nodded in
agreement.  "Thanks for helping out a friend," Brian said, as he bent down to
pull his little red swim suit back over his crotch.

"Let's head back to the campsite, Mike," he said.  I stood up and silently
walked back to the area of the island where our tent was pitched.  I was
hoping that this would be the beginning of a new and exciting phase of my
friendship with Brian.  But as things turned out, it was only a one time blow
job.

We returned home to Brooklyn the next morning, and I found out a few weeks
later that Brian did not like living with his parents, and had moved back to
Florida.  Perhaps to be with Jill, or maybe just to be on his own.  As it
happens, I never saw Brian again after that weekend.  But Brian's grandfather
was right.  Lake George was God's Country.  I got to worship my God on an
island of Lake George.