Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 23:37:09 +0200
From: Nicolas Wilson Wilson <nclswlsn@gmail.com>
Subject: Summer at Washington Island - Part 2

The following story contains graphic sexual language and actions
between males. If material of this nature offends you, or it is
illegal in your jurisdiction for you to view it, DO NOT READ any
further.
This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people or
events is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practices
are not always followed by the characters, but should be by you.

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I saw Brodie far too often for my taste over the week they stayed and
besides greetings, we never talked. I was hurt and pissed at the same
time, not particularly at him but at myself for letting my first time
be meaningless to my partner. Grandma realized that something was
bothering me and even though she was all sweat and asked me a couple
of times, I said nothing was wrong. Whenever I didn't have to help, I
rode away on my bike. I just didn't want to see Brodie more than I had
to. Sometimes, when I wanted to be totally alone, I'd ride northern
directly overseeing the coast, sometimes, when I wanted to be around
someone, I'd ride either to the ferry landing or to the golf club,
whose manager was a good friend of Grandpa's.

On the last day of Brodie and his family's stay, I rode to the golf
course again and just sat on the grass between club house and putting
green. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder and I looked up.

"Can you caddy?," said the man who looked to be around 30. "They only
have two left and the manager told us we could ask you."

"I've never done it before."

"No worries, we're not really any good at it but need someone to carry
the bags."

"It's 30 bucks for maybe two hours," said another man, also around 30.

"And we're not moody and get pissed if you'd hand the wrong club,"
said the first guy again.

I looked at the crowd and saw the third man, also roughly the same age
as the first two, and the two other caddys, one older, maybe 22, and
one a little older than me.

"Okay, but I need to be home in 3 hours."

"Fine, here's the 30 and that's my bag," said the first man. "I'm
Ethan and you are?"

"My name is Josh."

"Josh, this are Andrew and Peter, and sorry fellas, I forgot yor names."

"Cody," said the older Caddy.

"Ben," said the younger.

"Well than, let's get to it," said Ethan.

They started and Ethan, Andrew and Peter were really not too good at
golfing, playing tripple or quadruple bogys, as I learned. They didn't
seem to care and just joked around, making fun of each other. Ben
frequently helped me with the clubs and we chatted a bit, Cody on the
other hand totally ignored me. After finishing hole 9, we were
supposed to put the bags into their cars. Ethan handed me his keys and
said it was the black BMW SUV on the right.

After handing his keys back in the club house, Ethan gave me a 20 and
thanked me. I was surprised and dearly thanked him and wished him a
nice afternoon. I walked out of the club house, wanting to sit in the
grass again for the remaining hour as I bumped into Ben.

"Wanna grab a drink," asked Ben.

"Okay."

He walked with me into the club house and downstairs to the employees
lounge. A few chairs were sanding around the room and there was a soda
machine. Ben got his drink.

"What do you want to drink?," asked Ben, offering to buy me a soda.

"No offense but I just had a bad experience when a guy bought me a
soda," was my reply as I bought myself a Coke.

"How come?"

"It ended in bed!"

Ben looked at me surprised or maybe shocked and I realized I just
outed myself to a stranger.

"So you're gay?," asked Ben suddenly.

"Yeah."

"Cool! And sorry about the other guy."

"Not your fault, not even his, really, never should have jumped into
bed with the first available guy."

We sat down and chatted for a while. Ben was almost 17, lived in Cross
Plains, just 30 minutes from Madison, and was bisexual but never had
been with a boy or a girl since once jerking off next to an older
cousin when he was 13. His grandparents too lived on the island and he
took petty jobs so he could pay for his car and go out. One hour
passed quickly and I had to head home. Ben quickly wrote down his cell
phone number and handed it to me, telling me I could call if I wanted
to go out or something.

>From the very moment I rode my bike back home until I was lying in bed
hours later, I constantly thought about Ben and him handing me his
number. I didn't even care about running into Brodie. Was Ben trying
to get me in bed too? Was he thinking I'm a slut? Do I even like him?
I couldn't fall asleep until well after midnight and decided at around
1am to just write Ben a text. After minuets of re-writing the text, I
sent: "sry, cant meet some1 who might just hurt me 2. made a mistake w
the other guy, dont wanna repeat it"

Just mere seconds after sending it, Ben called. I didn't pick up. He
called a second time. I picked up.

"Hi."

"Why do you think that just because I wanted to meet you I'd wanna
bang you too?"

"Sorry, I don't know, don't you want to?"

"I barely know you and no offense, but before I want to go to bed with
someone, I'd want to get to know him or her first."

"Oh, ahm, I guess my text was inapropriate then."

"You guessed right! I think you're a nice guy, at least I thought this
afternoon, and maybe we could hang as we both were staying at an
island where we hardly know someone else."

"I'm sorry, I'm just hurt but I shouldn't have made any asumptuions.
Your plan sounds good though, very good!"

"So no more assumptious texts?"

"Nope."

"What you doing tomorrow afternoon?"

"Nothing."

"Wanna go swimming?"

"I'd love to."

"Want me to pick you up at around 2?"

"Sure. And again, I'm sorry!"

"Lets just forget it and I'll see you tomorrow."

We said our byes and good nights and after hagning up, I could quickly
fall asleep.

I was waiting outside at 2 in my swim shorts, a T and flip flops,
aswell as a bag with sodas, towels and an extra pair of shorts. A
couple of minutes later, Ben pulled up. I hopped in and said "Hi."

"Hi. Sorry, we have to head to my grandparents first, forgot my stuff
this morning," as he drove off.

"I got extra shorts and another towel with me if you want?"

"You sure?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, any particular beach you want to head to?"

"I don't know any besides my grandparents!"

"Lucky bastard. There is one tiny beach where I like to go, not alot
of people hang around, sometimes even noone. You cool with it or would
you think I'd jump you if we are alone?"

"Sorry again and it's cool."

We drove for roughly 20 minutes and chatted the whole drive. Ben was
really a very nice guy. From where we parked, we had to walk for 10
minutes but as we reached the beach, I immediately knew why Ben liked
it! It was a small, maybe 300 feet wide beach. Noone else was there
and the view was fantastic. I dropped my bag and T, pulled out both
towels and the shorts and handed them to Ben. He peeled off his shirt
and dropped his jeans. He was in his boxers and turned around but kept
looking over his shoulder.

"Do you mind?"

"Oh, ahm, sorry."

I turned away. 15 seconds later, Ben ran by me into the water. I
followed and for at least an hour we swam and horsed around. Finally,
we decided to head back out and sat on our towels.

"Thanks, this is really cool, Ben!"

"You're welcome."

We looked at each other and I knew I wanted to kiss him. But Ben
turned over and lied down on his stomach, facing the water.

"The view is just beautiful, don't you think?"

I lied down on my stomach too.

"Yeah, you found the perfect beach!"

For several minutes we just looked at the water and didn't say a word.
I wondered if Ben had felt the same spark in the air or if it was just
me hopelessly falling for a guy. Suddenly, Ben talked again.

"You know, Josh, I would really, I mean, I don't know, before, after
we came out of the water, I, hopefully you too, but there was this
tension in the air and I really wanted to kiss you, I'm sorry!"

I sat up.

"What are you sorry for? I wanted to kiss you too."

"Really?"

"Yes! Why don't you just sit up and we'll try?"

"I....I can't, I mean, I'm....hard!"

"So what?"

Slowly, Ben turned over, putting both hands over his buldge. As he sat
right in front of me, I moved forward, putting my right hand on his
cheek as our lips touched. At first, we only kissed softly but we both
urged for more as our lips parted and our tongues began to wrestle. He
put one arm onto my back and the other on the back of my head. We
stayed like that, passionately kissing for several minutes until we
finally parted for a break.

"I'm hard now too, Ben."

He shyingly peeked down at my tented shorts and I did the same.

"What do you want to do now?," asked Ben.

"How about we kiss some more?"

He pushed me back onto my towel and lied down on top of me,
immediately starting to kiss me again. I felt his hardon press against
my hip and I'm sure he felt mine against his. I ran my hands over his
back and Ben played with my hair as we continued to passionately kiss
for several minutes. I hoped this would never end!

"You're so beautifull, I wanted to kiss you from the very first moment
I saw you sitting in the grass!"

I blushed.

"You're not bad neither."

"Not bad?"

"You're hot!"

Ben gave me a quick kiss.

"If I'd ask you to come back with me to my grandparents, would you
freak and run away?"

"No!"

"So wanna come to my grandparents with me?"

"I'd love to!"

Ben stood up and put on his T, I did the same. We put his jeans and
his undies into my bag but wrapped the towels over our hips. It would
not only hide our hardons but keep the wet swim shorts from the car
seats. We rushed back to his car, stopping from time to time for a
kiss. After a 10 minute drive, Ben parked in front of a house. We got
out and he walked towards the garage.

"I live over the garage, just like Mike in Growing Pains."

"I don't like that show!"

"Me neither, but at least I have my own space."

We rushed up the stairs and as the door was closed and locked behind
us, we shed our shirts and the towels.

"I've never...done anything."

"Shhh, don't worry. Wanna kiss some more?"

"Yeah."

I stepped closer and kissed him again. We slowly moved towards the bed
but kept kissing until we reached it.

"If you'd like, we could keep the wet shorts on but that would ruin
your sheets."

"Would you mind if we'd drop them?"

Still standing close to him, I reached down and got out of my swim shorts.

"I don't mind."

Ben slowly got out of his too and even though I desperately wanted to
stare down, I knew he wouldn't feel comfortable. He quickly jumped
into bed under the sheets and I followed. We started kissing again,
rolling around in bed. I felt his boner against my body and was pretty
sure the wetness wasn't from the lake. My own hardon leaked precum too
but we didn't touch each other anywhere near it, running our hands
only through the hair or on the backs. I don't know how long we kissed
but it was the best moments of my life! Even though I was super horny,
a sexual release wasn't on my mind. I just wanted to keep kissing him
forever.

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