Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2003 20:51:01 -0600
From: Deep Blue
Subject: A Weekend at the Lake

Its all true up to the second paragraph, when I decided to make it more
interesting.

Disclaimer: If you aren't a very open minded person then you shouldn't be
reading this anyway but none of us are rookies her ever and you never get
over that feeling that you are gonna be judged.....   Get what you want from
it.  Get out if you are not of legal age or apprprotiation.


Like I said, this is my rookie story and I think the time is just right....
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Damn, shit gets wild when you are single cuz your mind wants to wander and
you get to this place where every moment is a fantasy and you cannot get
over it.  My story starts on Wednesday of last week, or maybe Tuesday, I
dunno I can't remember but anyway, Andrew breaks up with me and I am sorta
heartbroken and sorta mad, and there is different reasons for both but that
is another story.  And so I leave on Thursday after walking out (Andrew took
me home!?)And on Friday we left for the lake.  When I get there I see this
man, well he looked kinda young like at least 18, and I was looking real
hard. But like always I have earned my playa card and got away with at least
a few looks at different parts of him, and I was very impressed. Shit, baby
blue eyes (just like his father, mind you who was a fully developed bear),
and dark brown hair, with a sun-streaked goatee that I thought was dyed, but
not.  He was beautiful, at about 6'2 and 240; my eyes had wandered more than
once on hourly bike rides by his camp.  He had not spoken to me but I had
heard his voice and I instantly thought, "I have caught more than fish".
Anyway I see him later and he asks me if I want a beer as I cruse by and I
tell him no at first. But then I think why not, which is what I said to him,
and I go and park and get a nice cold Budwiser from him and after I open it
his friend asks if I smoke bud and I tell him yeah and he asks if I want to
match a bowl and I tell him yeah cuz I was already on my way to go smoke and
I wanted to kick it with the taller one anyway.  So we go to these
overturned picnic bench covers. So we move two of them together to block the
wind proceed to sit down and smoke, which leads to getting drunk and sitting
there for a while, and then I ask if (Kyle, and Clint his friend, b/c by
then I knew his name) was single or what was his status at the time and he
explained that going to school was his only priority.  I was interested,
extremely and I thought that it would be fun to see where this conversation
could go.
After about a half hour, Clint gets up and leaves on his bike to go
somewhere and I move over and sit next to this brawny man and we spark a
conversation.  You know, just talking about high school experiences and
shit, and then out of the blue he asks me if I am gay, but I am perplexed
because I had not given out any real signals and I didn't know how to
respond.  But he follows up with "its OK, I am gay too, and you may be
ashamed or whatever."  I said that I am gay and very open to most people
that I know. We continue talking and he finally takes me in his arms like I
was wishing he would. Then he rubs my belly and I sorta whimper under the
big arms of this man, because I would not want it any other way.  He
proceeds to give me a back rub, and when he is finished I'm like putty in
his big paw-type hands.   I turn around on top of him and kiss his neck and
face until I reach his lips, and I slowly lick his lips and tease him with
my tongue.
There was a hot make out session for about 10 minutes when he asks me if I
want to go somewhere and get more comfortable and I say yes, because I
really want to find out what this man is packing.  So we leave, and he helps
me up, and I say to him, "Kyle, why have we not met before now," and he
replies, "I was thinking the same thing." At that very moment, I felt so
secure in this man's arms that my head started to spin. We ended up back at
his parents RV, which was not so spacious, but more than supplied us with
enough room to move around and pawl each other's bodies.
I was in some ways uncomfortable with his all out assault of my body,
because I had just met him.  But of course, like any man would I did not
object, because I loved the feelings that he was giving me.  I am no virgin,
but this man made me feel like I was back in the ninth grade, when you know
what he likes and what he might say, and you try to be real calm and answer
in nice ways.  I also felt a feeling of closeness to this man, because of
his sincerity and his all out interest in pleasing me.  I'm not really into
the domination scene, but he made feel like I was supposed to give all of my
attention to him, and be the one who would make him whole.
After a while of groping and kissing, we decided to get a little heavier...