Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 15:07:16 -0700
From: Larry Woods <lwoods@peak.org>
Subject: Two Men Build a Deck

     After writing 'Evergreen Summer,' wherein I shared my
experiences with my cousins JB and Aaron, I received a number of
e-mails, most of them encouraging me to tell the rest of that
story, something I hope to do before I go back to school. One
correspondent however, identified only as josh17@toyon.org, wrote
of his own relationship with a younger cousin named Hayden.
Having requested and obtained Josh's permission, I'll retell it
here.
                                 * * * * *

                                     I

     In May of 2003, Josh graduated from the University of
California at Davis. Late in the month, he drove to his
grandparents' cabin just south of Yosemite; he had promised to
build a deck before the family's Memorial Day get-together.
     Josh would not be working alone. Upon reaching the cabin, he
found his younger cousin Hayden counting lumber that a driver had
just rolled off a flatbed. Josh joined in, tallying hardware,
ready-mix concrete, and pier blocks. When he'd signed for the
load, he took his suitcase into the cabin. As he was unpacking,
Hayden appeared in the doorway to say, "Just like old times."
     Hayden's remark referred to a summer three years ago when
the cousins had spent two weeks building a storeroom. Then as
now, Hayden had been tall, shy, and cute. "Just like old times,"
Josh agreed. After looking his shirtless cousin over, he added,
"You're tanned head to toe."
     "Not quite," Hayden grinned.
     Prior to building the storeroom, Hayden had never had a
sexual partner. Even now, insofar as Josh knew, he'd never done
more than allow someone to masturbate him. To confirm this, Josh
asked, "Anything new with Janine?"
     Shaking his head, Hayden answered, "Not since I saw you at
Easter."
     Josh had never comprehended bisexual urges. In an orderly
world, most men would want girls; some, like himself, would want
guys, yet Hayden seemed to need both. He'd told Josh over
Christmas, "When you jack me it's awesome, and when Jan does it's
really hot too."
     Fortunately Hayden lacked the aversion to kissing plaguing
so many straights. Postponing unpacking, Josh walked to his
cousin, wrapped his arms around him, and pressed their lips
together. The kiss lasted a while, and both men wore wood when it
ended. Stepping away, Josh asked, "Did you want to stroke now or
should we wait until later?"
     "Of course I want to stroke now, but we'd better pour those
piers so they'll be set up by morning," Hayden answered.
     The men's grandfather had employed a local handyman to
install the piers for the deck, but Josh had discovered last
month that three had been positioned askew and that two others,
carrying the central support beam, had been undersized. Having no
practical way to bond new concrete with old, Josh had advised
abandoning the undersized piers altogether. They could use the
out-of-line piers by pouring four new ones and enlarging the
deck.
     The project would extend from the cabin's back door to the
creek. Outside, Hayden began digging holes while Josh mixed
cement. By the onset of twilight, they had the new piers in place
and went inside for a beer.
     Since both men had brothers who were exclusively straight,
Josh and Hayden normally concealed their behavior. Tonight they
had no obstacles to doing whatever they wanted, so they stripped
between sips. In the bathroom, down to his briefs, Josh told
Hayden, already naked, "I see what you meant about your not-all-
over tan. When did you start wearing speedos?"
     "Jan bought them for me -- she says they make me look sexy."
     "Not half so sexy as you're looking without them," Josh
said. "In case I've never mentioned the fact, you have an
excellent dick."
     "You've mentioned the fact," Hayden said, smiling.
     The tiny stall prevented the men from showering together.
While Hayden was bathing, Josh spread a sheet over the living
room sofa. He also set a bottle of Astro Glide on the coffee
table, reflecting that he'd never successfully beaten Hayden off
with lube before now. The one time he'd tried, Hayden hadn't
liked the feel of K-Y.
     After both men had showered, Josh sat on the sofa; Hayden
stretched out atop him, his back on Josh's thighs and his head on
the cushions. Stroking Hayden's chest, Josh asked, "Have you been
keeping your excellent dick fairly busy?"
     "Fairly's the word," Hayden answered, "but I didn't jerk it
last night."
     "Me neither," Josh said.
     A young man as slender as Hayden might have been expected to
have the segmented abdominal muscles Josh's gayest friend, Jerry,
called a six-pack, but Hayden had a flat, even stomach
highlighted by the trail of dark hair running from his navel to
his pubes. Stroking the hair, Josh revealed, "I didn't want to
put it in an e-mail, since you bro's such a snoop, but I had two
consecutive triples last week." The men used the term triple to
mean they'd shot three times in one day.
     "Jimmy wouldn't have known what you meant. He'd have thought
you'd taken up baseball." Petting Josh's shin, Hayden asked, "Did
you score some hot porn?"
     Josh answered, "A friend I wrestled with, Matt, needed a
place to stay after his frat house shut down for the summer, so
he moved in with us for a week. Come to find out, he's more of a
bi-guy than you are."
     Hayden reminded Josh, "I only seem to be bi around you, and
that's okay with me. How did this dude get you off?"
     "With his mouth and his hand," Josh replied, "the same as
how I busted him." Josh touched his fingertip to Hayden's cock-
notch, then dragged it the length of his cumtube. As Hayden's abs
quivered, Josh said, "I'm going to blow you before we finish the
deck if I have to tie you down to the bed."
     "I could get into that maybe," Hayden laughed. "It'll give
me something to think about anyway. Did David suspect what you
and Matt had been doing?"
     Josh sighed, "If he'd caught me with Matt's cock in my
mouth, he'd think I was just being weird, to use his expression.
Big brother plain cannot imagine a guy being turned on by a guy."
     "I couldn't before the first time you popped me," Hayden
said. "I've never had an orgasm like that. You were stroking my
dick, and I wasn't feeling anything special -- then I exploded.
It was a very strange feeling."
     Once Josh had broken the ice, though, he'd had no trouble
giving Hayden release. Uncapping the Astro, Josh said, "I think
you'll like this better than the other stuff I used. It isn't
sticky at all, just slippery." Josh poured a teaspoonful onto his
palm and jacked Hayden's cock slowly, transferring the lube onto
the teen's rigid prick. As Josh continued to beat Hayden's meat,
neither man said anything until just before launching; Hayden
groaned, "Now."
     Josh had majored in journalism, hoping for a career as a
sports writer. Honing his observational skills, he noted that
Hayden's first spurt travelled eight inches from the tip of his
dick to his nipple. Another three squirts landed nearer his dork
on either side of the hair trail. After those, his spooge merely
trickled.
     Looking down at the mess he'd unloaded, Hayden asked, "You'd
be willing to swallow that junk?"
     "I fully intend to," said Josh.

     The men had corrected the foundation Monday evening, giving
them four full working days before the rest of the family arrived
Friday night. Since building a five-hundred square foot deck
wouldn't have taken four days even had the men been beginners,
Josh spaced the work out. Tuesday at breakfast he said, "I'm
thinking that once we get the support structure run, I'd like to
go swimming."
     "You're the boss," Hayden replied.
     In the original plan the deck had been thirty feet long by
sixteen feet deep, and they'd added two extra feet to the length.
Josh began his work Tuesday by shooting each pier's elevation,
then cutting the twenty-four posts. While Hayden toenailed the
posts, Josh cut the four-by-six girders and worked behind Hayden
installing them. Securing the tee-straps took the men to their
lunch break.
     Inside the cabin, as he fixed roast beef and cheese
sandwiches, Josh asked, "What did you think of my Astro?"
     "It was smooth," Hayden answered, "and like you said it
never felt sticky. All I had to do after I spewed was wipe off
with a washrag."
     Sandwiches made, the men ate them with chips and drank iced
tea in the dining room. After they'd eaten, they installed the
perimeter joists, doubled the rims, and filled the interior.
Running single-span two-by-sixes went quickly; at three they quit
for the day.
     In their bedroom, as they were changing from work shorts
into their swim suits, Josh paused to take hold of Hayden's
nutsac. He asked, "Do you ever get blue balls?"
     "I do if I'm horny but there's no way to get off," Hayden
said. After he'd pulled up his trunks he gave an example. "I was
in my psychology class, and the girl sitting beside me had a rack
and a half. By the time the bell rang, I was in pain, so I
scooted up to the bathroom and jerked off in a stall."



                                    II

     By cantilevering the joists, Josh had positioned the edge of
the deck directly above the edge of the creek, allowing the men
to sit on the rim, dangling their feet in the water. Pressing his
knee against Josh's, Hayden said, "Tell me how you found out Matt
was bi."
     "The first night he stayed over, I was choking my chicken
hoping he'd want to take over, which he did, with his mouth."
     During the drought of 2001 the creek had gone dry. That
August, the cousins' grandad had brought in a backhoe and had dug
an eight-foot-deep trench the width of the creek. Ever since
then, the families had had a place they could swim. Josh dropped
into the water, pulled Hayden in with him, and was kissing his
mouth when they heard a car honk.
     Embarrassed by his obvious hardon, Josh wrapped his towel
around his waist on the way to the gate. When he'd opened it, he
saw that the kid driving the Toyota was the young man who'd
delivered yesterday's lumber. "Your buddy invited me to stop by
for a swim," he said. "I brought us a sixer."
     "Yeah, sure, drive on in," Josh replied. He followed the car
to the creek.
     While the newcomer was undressing, he introduced himself as
Brad Timmons and said he lived down in Oakhurst. He'd graduated
from high school last week, making him one year younger than
Hayden. After shedding his levis, he dove in wearing only his
Jockey shorts. He paddled around for a while, then went back to
his Toyota for the beer. While he was gone, Josh asked Hayden,
"Had you met the guy before yesterday?'
     Hayden shook his head, "No -- when I was counting the lumber
he said he wished he had a place to go swimming on his way home
from work, so I said to come by."
     Six beers didn't last long on a hot afternoon. When he'd
finished his second, Brad put his empty bottle in the trash bag,
dropped into the creek, climbed out, and said, "That was welcome.
I'll be by again tomorrow if you're sure you boys don't mind."
     "Not at all and we'll furnish the beer," Josh replied.
     After Brad left, Josh locked the gate, returned to the
creek, and made out with his cousin until the need to get off
drove the men back to dry land; there, they lay on the grass,
jacking off side by side, Josh's left arm under Hayden.
Perceiving himself approaching eruption, Josh asked, "Is it okay
if I spooge you?" When Hayden said yes, Josh rolled sideways,
aimed his cock, and took himself over the edge with several quick
strokes. After unloading, he collected his nut and used it to
polish his cousin.
     By cumming the men had calmed down enough to think about
other things. They rinsed, dressed, and returned to the cabin
where Hayden called his girlfriend while Josh made hamburger
patties. When Hayden came into the kitchen, he opened a beer, sat
at the table, and asked, "Have you ever blown load underwater?"
     "No, but we can try it tomorrow," Josh answered. Something
had seemed to him strange about the truck driver Brad; he asked
if Hayden had noticed it too.
     Hayden answered, "I did notice that yesterday before you
drove up I was wondering if he was trying to hit on me, talking
about how horny he was and that kind of shit, but when you got
here, he stopped cold."
     "Not that exactly. Anyway, it's probably just my
imagination," Josh said.
     For dinner the men ate hamburgers with home-fried potatoes
and salad. Washing the dishes, Hayden asked if Josh had firmed up
his plans for the fall. Josh answered, "It isn't definite yet,
but I'm considering going to work at the feed lot. Mr. Hoskins
wants somebody to redo their accounting system, and the pay would
be good, plus I'd be working with Jordan." Rawboned hunk Jordan
Hoskins loved getting his dick sucked; additionally, he seemed to
enjoy jacking Josh.
     "It's funny," said Hayden. "If Jan told me she was hooking
up with some other guy it'd bother me, but it doesn't with you."
     "One reason is we only see each other every couple of
months," Josh suggested.
     At seven the men we're watching TV when the telephone rang.
Mr. Hoskins wanted to know whether Josh had made a decision, and
since Josh had found nothing more exciting to do -- he didn't
want to start grad school quite yet -- he accepted the job. Bored
with the sitcom, he remained in the kitchen after the call,
staring out at the deck. Today's work had gone faster than he had
dared hope; they would for sure finish running the decking
tomorrow and the railing on Thursday, probably before noon, so he
called his grandfather, reported the progress, and asked, "Can
you think of anything else we ought to take care of?"
     Josh's grandad replied, "As a matter of fact, your
grandmother's been saying she'd like planter boxes around the
edge of the deck. Where are you putting the step?"
     "To the right of the back door," Josh replied.
     "Well, think about what you could do for some planters and
call me back when you can."
     As Jason sat in the kitchen, sketching ideas, he sensed his
urges returning. When the next commercial break started, he went
back to the living room, sat beside Hayden, and slid his hand
into the teenager's trunks. "How about a little mild bondage?" he
asked. "That way it won't be your fault if I suck what I'm
holding."
     Hayden had refused all of Josh's previous requests to blow
him, perhaps because he feared going totally gay. Now, though, he
asked, "What are you planning on tying me up with?"
     "There's a section of rope in the garage grandma uses for
clothesline," Josh answered. "I'll be back in a second."
     Josh had chosen the cotton clothesline over the nylon rope
he used to tie down lumber because the cotton wouldn't leave
welts. In their bedroom, after Hayden took off his swimsuit, Josh
tied him spread-eagle, then stripped and brought the lube from
the living room.
     Josh set the Astro on top of the nightstand. He knelt
between Hayden's legs, massaging his balls while he, Josh,
revised his script. Before beginning any serious sex, he asked,
"Are you nervous?"
     "A little," Hayden confessed, "not worried, just nervous.
This is like something out of a porn film."
     Josh justified Hayden's nervousness by teasing his bunghole,
never actually going inside him but seemingly threatening to.
Simultaneously, Josh's left hand roamed Hayden's chest, pinching
his nipples in passing. When he saw Hayden's slit drooling, Josh
asked, "Having fun?"
     "That isn't exactly the word I'd have used," Hayden
answered.
     Because of Hayden's earlier orgasm, Josh had anticipated
sucking him awhile before he shot load number two, but he'd
scarcely wrapped his lips around Hayden's stiff cock when the
teenager fired, and he didn't cum meagerly; he shot five healthy
squirts. "Fuck!" he said when he finished.
     Since Josh intended to blow Hayden again before going to
sleep, he didn't jack off. Instead, he untied Hayden, watched him
rubbing his wrists, and asked, "Could you use another beer before
we turn in?"
     "Make it gramps' whisky," Hayden answered. "We'll drink
while I whip you at cribbage."
     Josh brought a bottle of bourbon into the bedroom. Filling a
shot glass for Hayden, now sitting on the edge of his bed, Josh
asked, "How come you busted so fast?"
     "It was like the first time you got me off with your hand --
it just kind of happened." Accepting the glass, Hayden said,
"Thanks. How come you aren't beating off?" When Josh answered
that he planned to suck Hayden again, he said, "I'm afraid I'm
done for the day, but I'll help you pop if you want."
     Josh, however, had confidence in Hayden's recuperative
powers. Soon after ten, as he was putting the pegs back in the
board, he asked, "Aren't you feeling even a little bit horny?"
     "A little," Hayden conceded.
     In their room, lying on Hayden's bed facing each other, Josh
gave his cousin a hardon by kisses combined with nutsac massage.
When Hayden had stiffened, Josh slid down the bed, scrunched
himself up so he didn't hang over the bottom, and took Hayden's
meat in his mouth. For several minutes Hayden lay motionless, but
eventually the teen's hips began pumping.
     Josh's co-wrestler Matt had taught him how to use his tongue
on a cock-knob, so while Hayden was fucking his face, Josh
wiggled the notch and drew lines down both side of the cumtube.
Omitting only Matt's finger-waves, he brought Hayden to a
powerful orgasm. After the squirting had stopped, Hayden said,
"Sheesh, I never cum three times in a day. I probably won't be
able to get off again for a week." When Josh stretched out beside
him, he said, "Lie on your back and I'll jack you."



                                    III

     Josh had originally planned to alternate rows of two
fifteen-foot boards (splicing them on an off-layout joist) with
rows of three tens, but now that the deck had become thirty-two
feet, he told Hayden, "We'll start off at the doubled rim with
two sixteens. Every other row will be an eighteen and a
fourteen."
     Hayden asked, "What do you want to do for a gap?"
     "Run them tight -- they'll gap when they dry," Josh replied.
     Hayden's dad had bought such high-quality redwood, Josh had
very little cutting to do. The men had run the entire thirty-five
rows by the time they took their ten-o'clock coffee break, when,
sitting in the shade of an oak, Hayden snickered, "We'll be
screwing till noon."
     Hayden's words proved prophetic. Between ten minutes past
ten and five past twelve the men installed twelve boxes of three-
inch, weather-resistant deck screws. Hayden led the way, tapping
them in with a hammer; Josh followed with a right-angle drill. "I
wish everything in construction went as fast as decking," he said
when they'd finished.
     Wednesday proved to be the hottest day yet. When the men
went indoors for lunch the thermometer read ninety degrees. After
they'd eaten, they spent the rest of their time in the water,
then Hayden worked on the railing while Josh cut the stairs.
     By two Josh had put in the stringers and had moved to help
Hayden cutting 128 four-foot-long two-by-two's. They'd installed
about half when Brad arrived for his swim. Climbing out of his
Toyota, he said, "It sure looks like you boys have been busy."
     Josh paid more attention to Brad today than before, noting
that the eighteen-year-old had a tan rivalling Hayden's and a
wide friendly grin. Removing his T-shirt displayed an excellent
torso, and shedding his pants bared equally fine legs.
     Josh asked, "What sports are you into?"
     "Football -- I started at running back the past three years,
but I doubt I'm big enough to play college." Looking Josh over,
Brad said, "I'd picture you as maybe a linebacker."
     "Some, but mostly I wrestled," Josh said.
     Josh offered to store the tools for the night so Hayden
could go swimming with Brad. When he returned after he'd put on
his trunks, Josh saw the two teenagers dog-paddling midstream.
Joining them, he heard Brad telling Hayden, "Oakhurst isn't so
far. I'd have you back here before supper."
     Hayden explained, "Brad wants me to go to look at a pickup
with him and see if it's worth what they're asking."
     Josh stayed in the water after the boys had driven off down
the mountain. When he finally got out, he dried off, went to his
room, and collected his e-mail. A message from his brother
promised to bring the fishing gear Josh had forgotten; one from a
fraternity brother reminded him of a meeting in Berkeley next
month.
     While Josh was checking the news online, a popup advised him
that The Smut Hut had the hottest gay porn online and that Josh
could visit for thirty minutes free of charge. After he did, he
experienced a strong urge to masturbate but restrained himself in
hopes of a joint session with Hayden. Instead, he lay face down
on the sofa and fell sound asleep.
     He awoke sometime later, so befuddled he believed he had
slept through until morning, but his watch said 8:30 p.m. When he
could think straight, he realized he had slept through Hayden's
return; his cousin lay passed out on his bed, smelling strongly
of weed.
     Josh had discovered that while marijuana disoriented people
it energized hormones; he rubbed Hayden's crotch and smiled when
he groaned. Unafraid of awakening his cousin, Josh popped the
buttons on his levis, pulled down his briefs with his pants, sat,
and sucked Hayden's balls. Reprising last night, Josh pressed his
fingertip against Hayden's bunghole, then began to suck his soft
prick, which steadily stiffened.
     Halfway hard, Hayden's dick began leaking the clear salty
goo he'd been leaking last night. Seconds later, he lifted Josh's
head, saying, "Hold off for a while."
     Josh complied, albeit reluctantly. He left Hayden's bed, sat
on his own, and took off his socks. Shedding his work shorts, he
asked, "Why didn't you want me to bust you?"
     Hayden yawned, stretched, and answered, "Because I'll go to
sleep for good after I shoot, and I want to talk some." He yawned
again, followed by, "I was wrong about Brad trying to hit on me.
He has a collection of porn like you wouldn't believe, and all of
it's straight."
     "That doesn't prove anything -- he could have been trying to
turn you on." Josh stood and stepped out of his shorts; he too
had a hardon.
     "He did turn me on," Hayden said, "especially after we'd
smoked, but he didn't do anything about it. He just drove me
back." As Hayden finished undressing, he asked, "Has Matt ever
fucked you?"
     Josh answered that he'd never been fucked by Matt nor by
anyone else.
     Lying naked and facedown on his bed, Hayden said, "Brad and
I were discussing what it would feel like. There must be some
reason gay guys do it."
     "I've had guys try," Josh revealed, "but the pain was
incredible."
     "You can start off with your finger," Hayden said.
     Besides the bottle of Astro, Josh had brought a tube of K-Y
to use on himself. He took it out of his shaving kit, sat beside
Hayden, and greased up his finger. As it slid into him, Hayden
moaned.
     Josh too found the situation exciting. His cock, already
rearing, oozed the same clear fluid he'd seen leaking from
Hayden's. Pushing the finger in even deeper, he asked, "You've
never had anything in you before?"
     His voice muffled by the pillow, Hayden answered, "Nuh uh --
try using your dick."
     Josh's experience included an agonizing session with an
early-on boyfriend, who'd done what Hayden wanted Josh to and in
the exact same position. Entry had been so painful and convincing
the friend to pull out so difficult, Josh told Hayden, "If you're
sure you want to do this, lie on your side. I'll lie behind you,
and you can back onto my rod. That way, if it hurts too bad, you
can get out of there fast."
     The revised position put the men on their left sides with
Josh's right hand free to reach over Hayden and jack him. As he
did, Hayden positioned Josh's knob against his bunghole and
inserted maybe an inch, but rather than leaping forward to escape
the dick impaling him, he continued to take inch after inch until
he'd taken it all.
     Awed, Josh asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"
     "Yeah, but let go of my stick or I'll shoot. Hold me while I
roll on my stomach."
     When Hayden again lay facedown with Josh atop him and in
him, he said, "Let's rest for a minute before you get started. Is
this your first time in a guy?" Josh replied that it was. "Cool,"
Hayden said, adding a few moments later, "I think I'm okay now."
     Josh slid all his prick out but the tip, paused momentarily,
the slid it back in, expecting Hayden to yelp; instead he
groaned, "That is awesome."
     Finally convinced Hayden could take him, Josh began
thrusting.
                                 * * * * *

     That's about all that josh17@toyon.org wrote me except to
say that his first time in Hayden he disgraced himself by
creaming nearly immediately but that each time he's drilled
Hayden, he's been able to keep going a little bit longer and that
Hayden has found the experience so satisfactory, he's spent
unscheduled weekends with Josh at the cabin just about once every
month.