Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2011 10:58:04 -0400
From: Mike Yonge <myonge1@hotmail.com>
Subject: The summer I was nineteen

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The Summer I was 19

It was the summer I was nineteen.  I was pretty innocent as I recall.  I
was to go to school in the fall some thousand miles away.  A friend of the
family had found a summer job for me just north of Montreal. We lived on
the South Shore (for those that know Montreal and it's environs) and this
job was in Ste Thérese.  So I was staying with this friend and his family
while I worked there.

James as I will call this friend, in retrospect seemed to have taken an
interest in me and had one time presented me with this great fly fishing
set, bamboo cane rods (two of them) in a boxed case with reel and flies.
Unfortunately it was lost on me, although I was grateful, I had no idea why
he would be giving it to me.  I certainly was not avid fisherman. I had
never tried fly fishing, wouldn't even know who to begin.

Anyway one night as I lay sleeping on my bed in the basement of their
house, I woke or at least became aware that I was not alone.  I slowly
opened my eyes and looked over at the door and there was James just
standing there looking at me.  I don't know if he realized that I was awake
but after a few minutes he left and that was that.

I have often wondered about him since that incident.  He was a little
younger that my parents by about 10 years I think.  Was he gay?  Was he
wondering about me?  He has long since died.  If he was I can imagine how
difficult it must have been for him.  Because even in my day, it was
totally taboo to be openly gay.  I know it is part of the reason behind my
getting married

This story comes from this because this has always been one of those "What
if?" kinds of questions to me .  What if somehow an opportunity, or a
situation had presented itself, or he had been brave enough to make an
advance.  What if in that case I too had been open to that advance?  Maybe
it was a weak gaydar sense but I have often thought that there was more
there in that man than any of us knew.

My story, the fantasy part of it takes off from there.  That morning when I
got up,it was Friday (my shift was from 5 AM till 2PM so I was up usually
about 4:30AM.) I was surprised to see James up already as well.  He had
made breakfast for me.

"I couldn't sleep" he explained "And Jane (his wife) kicked me out of bed
because I was keeping her awake."

We both laughed.

As I ate we talked briefly because I was watching the clock.  "Have you had
a chance to try out the fishing rods?"  He asked

"To be honest I have never fly fished.  I wouldn't know who to begin."

"Well we should go out you and I and I'll teach you.  How about tonight,
this weekend."

"Sounds great" I said "but I don't have my fishing gear with me"

"Well I'm off today I could go down to your folks and pick it up."

"You would do that?"

"Sure"

"OK then we could go up to the cottage, just tell Mum we'll be there, I
don't think they're going up this weekend."

I'm not sure if James had planned an overnight and in my innocence I was
not expecting more than going up to the cottage which was only about an
hour north of Ste Thérèse.

James on the other hand seemed to be quite excited about it.  "That's a
great idea!"

"You think Jane and the kids will want to come too?"

His face fell.  "Uh oh yeah. No no don't worry about them the kids hate
camping or being away from town.  And Jane hates my fishing so it'll just
be you and I.  I'll pick you up from work"

I looked at the clock.  "Man I have to get out of here" I jumped up.

"It's ok I'll drive you there" James said.  I usually drove my motorcycle.

James babbled happily on the way to my work.  He clearly was excited about
the up coming weekend.  How he broke the news to his wife I don't know or
how she took it.  He never told me.  I know she was a bit of a shrew.  But
a 2PM sharp as I walked out the door of the factory he was there.  I would
have liked to have gone to the house for a shower but he said we could go
swimming at the lake.  Sounded good to me.

On the way up we stopped for a burger.  James had packed everything we
might need for the weekend .  We had food, he had packed some clothes for
me and even picked up my swimming trunks from home as well as the fishing
rods.

As he drove, we talked.  He would often just touch my leg or arm to make a
point.  It was not overt, but it was there. Perhaps a little more often
than our societal mores would say was proper but also not over the line.  I
made me feel sort of weirdly, uncomfortably comfortable if that makes sense
at all.

Anyway by four o'clock we were at the lake, by 4:30 we were in the water.
James "jokingly" suggested skinny dipping but I reminded him that there
were other people on the lake.  I know however he looked me over when I
came out in my bathing trunks, which were just a style more modest than
speedos, not those huge things that everyone wears today that reveal
nothing.  Bathing suits back then... late 60s ... were a bit more
revealing.  I couldn't help notice that James took note.  He didn't say
anything but just smiled and we went down to the lake.

We same and goofed around for about an hour I'm sure. Then we came to shore
and sat side by side in a couple deck chairs just up from the water taking
in the sun and just enjoying each other's company.

After a while James suggested that it was time for a fishing lesson.  We
got up and he took one of the rods out of the case.  We had brought it down
with us when we came down to go swimming.  With the rod all set up and a
fly tied to the line, James went out to the point and showed me how it was
done, whipping the rod back and forth sending the line out.  On the second
cast he even caught a fish, a little sunfish.  Sunfish abound in the lake,
you need about 75 to get a good mouthful but they are fun to catch.

Then it was my turn and it was here that things started to happen.  I took
the rod and tried on my own to do what I thought James had done but failed
miserably.  Then He stepped up behind me real close.  He spoke softly in my
ear as he gave instruction and with one arm around my waist he took the
wrist of the hand holding the rod.  I don't know if I learned anything, I
know the I almost immediately sprung an erection.  The feel of his body
against mine.  I know I could feel his "package" against my back.  The
sound of his voice in my ear, just above a whisper, gently instructing me.
All this made me kind of almost lightheaded, and certainly aroused.

I leaned back into him.  His hand on my belly, holding me, moved gently,
just caressingly.  "There" he said "You're getting it."  The fly landed in
the water about fifteen feet out.  "Try again, this is an art it takes a
lot of practice"

He was holding me tight to him and I was not resisting which I think he
noticed.  A couple times his hand strayed a bit "south" of my belly.  He
just kept talking to me. "Yeah that's it you are starting to get it now"

We stayed like this probably for a half hour, practicing and gently swaying
together, his warm flesh against mine.

I know I was leaking precum by the gallon.  All this time he continued to
caress my belly only I noticed that at first his pinky would stray under
the waistband of my trunks. He would just brush by then remove it.  Then it
was his pinky and the ring finger only this time he didn't remove them.
The next time I cast the line I noticed that my movement caused the fingers
to move a little further down.  A third finger and then the fourth joined
them.  At least one finger was now in contact wit the base of my penis, and
James made no effort to remove his hand.

I was now no longer really thinking about the fishing and when I cast out
the last time I put a little more effort into it than before and his hand
now slid right in.  His fingers with full access to my aching cock curled
around it .  I gasped involuntarily "Ohhhnnn"

"I think we want to go up to the cottage don't you?"  James whispered in my
ear.  His hand was now well in the confines of my trunks gently stroking my
cock.

I nodded "Yeah" he removed his hand and went up.  We just left the tackle
lying on the ground.

Neither of us said anything as we went up to the cottage.  (for information
the cottage was on a lake that was nestled between four steep hills... our
cottage was probably 50 feet above the lake in elevation) Once in the
cottage as if by mutual agreement we went out on the porch.  I leaned on
the railing and James once more took his place right behind me.  I
straightened up a bit to let him get in very close.  Could feel that he was
very aroused, I was too.

He reached around my waist with both hands.  He found and pulled the tie
cord of my bathing trunks and then eased my trunks off me.  As they fell to
the ground I stepped out of them.  The cool fresh air around my genitals
felt good.  James cupped my balls with one hand and slowly stroked my cock
with the other.  I was in a total ecstasy of pleasure leaning back into
him, allowing him total access.  I moaned softly in the sheer bliss of what
was happening to me.

"Do you like this?" He whispered in my ear.

"Oh yes" I breathed out.

He turned me around and we kissed for the first time.  His tongued probed
at my lips and I let it in.  This was all new to me, I thought I had died
and gone to the Elysian Fields.

 As we kissed he continued to fondle and stroke me.  I found his tie string
and soon we were both naked.  For the first time in my life I took hold of
another man's engorged cock. It felt so good in my hand.  The feel of the
weight of his balls in my other hand was an erotic experience that I have
never forgotten.

"We should find a more comfortable place" he said softly breaking off the
kiss.  He took my hand and we went inside to the bedroom.  It was almost
dark out now.  The moon had come up as we kissed.

He had me lay on the bed and crawled up between my legs.  I was achingly
hard now.  Precum was flowing freely whenever he touched me. Taking my cock
in his hand James leaned forward and licked the precum from my cockhead.
Then he took the head in his mouth his tongue swirling about it.  I thought
I was going to explode.  I grabbed his head and he allowed the rest of my
cock to slide deep into his mouth.  I know he gagged a bit but he kept
right on going.  It was no more than a few seconds before I grunted out
loud and released probably the most powerful orgasm I had ever had.  I
could hear him struggling with the volume of cum I was feeding him but he
kept sucking.  Finally I had to pull him off because I had become so
sensitive I couldn't stand it anymore.  He pulled himself up and lay on top
of me. I could feel his cock between my legs.

We kissed for some time, sharing the remains of my cum between us.

"Can I do you now James?"  I asked presently.

"I would be so happy if you would Mike, I have wanted this for so long"

We traded places and I took the position he had taken a few minutes before.
I gingerly took his cock in my hand.  He too was producing copious amounts
of precum.  I knew I liked this fluid for it's salty slippery taste and
texture.  I often ate my own precum.

I leaned forward licking my lips, I let his cockhead slip into my mouth as
I sucked the precum off the tip.

You know there is something about the taste of a man, something about the
texture of the skin of the cockhead on the tongue coupled with that while
neutral flavour is unique to a man.  As soon as James' cock slid across my
tongue I knew that I would never want anything else.  I was a born
cocksucker.  Nothing makes me as happy as having a man's cock in my mouth.

I savoured the exquisite flavour and texture of this man's member.  He
moaned his pleasure encouraging me on.  I started to move up and down on
his magnificent manhood.  He too was so aroused that it was no more than a
minute before I was the recipient of a wonderful hot mass of his sperm.  I
swallowed as fast as I could, though I know some managed to find it's ways
out and down my chin

James groaned out loud with his pleasure, I was once again aroused by the
experience.  My whole being glowed with the pleasure of the experience.

I remember thinking later that night as I lay in his arms, if there was
ever a doubt about whether I would want to be with a man or a woman, the
man would win out every time.  Being in the arms of a man, sharing that
most intimate part of my being to me is so right, so precious.

We both came again one more time that night.  Finally falling asleep and
not waking till about 10AM the following morning.  We bathed in the lake ,
taking our bathing trunks off in the water, not to shock anyone that might
be watching from one of the other cottages around the lake.

That afternoon we decided to head home again.  We made love one more time,
eating from each other before we left .

"I want to thank you so much for this Mike" James said as we approached Ste
Thérèse.  "You have made me so happy."

"You've made me happy too James."

"I should never have married Jane, but in my generation that is what you
did.  I have to tell you that being with you, having you in my arms felt so
right.  It is not something that I ever feel with Jane.  Don't ever do what
I have done Mike.  You are gay like me, a woman is not for you.  You have
to find a man."

"I was thinking that last night as I lay in your arms James.  It felt so
right.  It was perfect" I replied taking his hand in mine.  "I just wish we
had found each other earlier"

"Me too" He replied sadly

When we got home a short time later.  A rather icy Jane greeted us.  I made
myself scarce.  James smiled at me.  I went down to my room but I could
hear their argument even with the door closed.  I was no longer a welcome
guest there.  I don't think that Jane suspected what we had done but she
was not happy that James would have taken me and not his own kids.

The next day I gave my boss a weeks' notice.  I told James and Jane that I
would be leaving the end of the week.  James ended up driving me home that
Friday night.

I only saw James maybe one or two more times after that, always in the
context of a family visit.  He always had a sad look about him.  He died
many years later of a heart attack.  He will always be the man that showed
me the joys of gay sex.  He will always have a special place in my heart.