Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 12:52:11 -0700 (PDT) From: danrl1099@yahoo.com Subject: At the Cabin 1 My parents made me at a late age. They were both in their early 50's when I was born. By the time I was turning 13, my Dad retired from his job, and moved us to our cabin in northern Minnesota. My brothers and sisters were all much older than me and were out living their lives scattered around the state and the US. It wasn't really a cabin, but rather a 2nd house that my parents bought before I was conceived as their retirement home. We always referred to it as The Cabin though. It was a fairly big house with 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. It even had a sauna, and it was right on a lake. For some, such a move might have proved to be traumatic, but for me, I only had a couple of close friends in the suburbs where we lived, and I spent almost all of my summers at the Cabin anyways. I think I had more friends my age up there anyways. So the transition was an easy one. A little about myself. I was 12 turning 13 in a month. I was a normal sized kid, kindoff skinny I guess. Had a mop of sandy blond hair that would turn lighter as the summer would go on. Next door to our house through the woods was a small cabin my parents had bought some time back for my grandparents to stay when we were up there during the summer, and also to rent out during the summer for some additional income. It was small. Had just one small bedroom, a small kitchen and living room, and a really small bathroom. But it was clean and had a nice deck that overlooked the lake. There was no shortage of renters during the summer, which is for sure. Being it was so small, the renters were usually older couples looking for a quiet summer get-a-way. - One week after the end of my 6th grade year, the movers came and hauled away all of the stuff we were taking with us and we were off to my new home. When we arrived, the movers had already put all of the boxes where they were supposed to go, with a large part of the boxes being put in the large garage to be dealt with later. My bedroom was in the basement, which meant I had the whole basement to myself. My dad had finished off the basement long ago. It had my bedroom, a larger main room where we had a ping pong table, a small refrigerator, and a bathroom with a shower. Perfect for me. An added feature was a door that lead outside with a small walk down to the lake. I was directed to unpack my clothes and put them away. I did that for about 10 minutes and became bored, so I decided to go outside and walk down to the lake. We had a nice sized dock which held a pontoon boat, and a small boat that we used for fishing. I decided to sit on the dock and I took off my shoes and soaked them in the water. While I was sitting there, I noticed a boy on the dock of my parent's rental cabin. I thought he might be a local kid. I gave him a wave and got in the water and waded over to his dock. When I got over to him, I introduced myself. 'Hi! I'm Jack.' I said excitedly. He replied by running back to the cabin. I thought that was weird. He looked to be about my age. Maybe a bit older. He was about my height, and had longish dark brown hair. But I couldn't tell much else about him. When I went back into the house, we were sitting down for dinner. BLT's and watermelon. I told my parents about the kid I saw and they told me it must be the son of the people who were renting the cabin for the summer. I asked them why he would run away from me, and my parents didn't know why. That night when I went to bed, I thought about the kid. I found my hand going down to my dick and balls and rubbing them while I was thinking about him. I wondered what he looked like naked, and maybe we could compare our dicks and stuff. At that time, I had never had an orgasm, hell, I didn't even know what one was. Sex-ed was lacking in my Catholic elementary school and my dad never really told me anything about that type of stuff. So I know I didn't consider myself gay, as I really didn't know anything about that either. But my dick got hard all the time and I found great pleasure in humping my pillow up to the point when I thought I got that weird feeling and I was always scared to go past that point. I don't know what I thought might happen, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to find out. Hell, I knew so little about sex, I once played show and tell with a girl down the street and she showed me her pussy and I showed her my hard small dick, and I spent many sleepless nights after that thinking that doing that somehow might have gotten her pregnant! - Now I gotta wonder about the kid in the cabin. Donate to Nifty please. If you like my story, please contact me at danrl1099@yahoo.com If you want to read a real story of my life, please read this: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/me-and-justin/