Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2007 16:04:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan R <danrl1099@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me & Justin 23

Over Christmas vacation, I went with my parents and Chris to spend a few
days with my Grandparents.  Even though there was nothing ever really to do
in their house, I liked it just the same.  I think my dad did too.  He
didn't get to see his parents as much as he would like to, just because he
traveled around a lot.

I liked waking up in the morning and Grandma would have breakfast going.
She always gave us a glass of grape juice, always reminding me not to spill
because it would stain.  It was in the smallest of cups too.  Like a 6
ouncer or something like that.  You would take one drink and it would
almost be gone.  So you had to conserve the juice.  She would always ask
how you liked your eggs and toast and bacon all of that, then she would go
back to the stove humming away while she cooked.  When she finished making
everybody's plates, we would dig in, but not until she sat down to eat her
breakfast.  I got a backhand to the head once when I was young from my dad,
and I never repeated that mistake again.

We were all eating my grandma's unbelievable breakfast when there was a
knock on their back door.  Which was strange, because they really lived in
the middle of no where.  They lived on the shore of Lake Superior and their
driveway was like 2 miles long just to get to their house.

My grandpa got up grumbling and answered the door.  He made some small
talk, and he was followed in by two younger guys that looked to be about my
age.  Turns out they were brothers.  One was 17, and the other was 14.
They were doing a fundraiser for the area hockey team.  They were selling
candles.

Believe me, this stuff is true.  If you ever played sports in the late 80's
and early 90's, they had all of us do so many stupid fundraisers that
usually meant going door to door selling overpriced crap like candles,
napkins, candy, etc.

My mom and grandma looked over the catalog cooing over the various candles
and they bought a few of them, much to my dad and grandpa's dismay.  While
this was going on, me and Chris finished our breakfast and motioned the
guys into the living room.  We joked around a bit about what they were
doing and that we had to do the same stupid stuff.  They seemed like nice
guys.  The older one was really tall, like 6'2", seemed a little pudgy, had
dark black hair and pretty much a beard growing, his name was Kip.  His
brother was very similar looking, but was shorter and thinner with no
facial hair, his name was Brad.

We made small talk about where we were from and what team we played for and
all of that.  The older one chimed in, in a northern accent that you have
to hear to believe that it is true.  "Ohhh, yahhh, you are down in the
cities der don't cha know.  Yah, I played ya back a couple of years ago in
Dulut ya know."

I remembered playing them in Duluth.  The older one played with the small
team that we had beat up on, but I didn't remember him.  Either did Chris.

They were pretty excited to have people their own age near where they
lived.  Turns out their parents owned rental cabins about ½ mile south of
my grandparents house.  That day, my dad and grandpa were going to a flee
market and my mom and grandma were going to Grand Marais to do some
shopping and whatever.  Me and Chris really didn't have anything to do.  We
asked the brothers what there was to do around here, because we were going
to be stuck here all day.  They said that we should go down to their house
and we could rent movies and drink beer.  Their parents were on vacation in
Florida for the week and they had the house to themselves.  Plus, they had
to watch the cabins.

We went back into the kitchen to ask my parent's if it would be ok to spend
the day and night at Kip and Brad's house and they had no problem with it,
especially being they were going to be gone most of the night anyways.

Chris and I got some cloths together for the night and got our jackets and
boots on and left with Kip and Brad.  We walked down the driveway.  It
always smelled like a bonfire up there.  People would have wood burning
furnaces, so it always had that smell to it in the winter.  It wasn't all
that cold.  Maybe 20 degrees or so.

We started walking down the highway towards their house and we got there in
no time.  We were having a good time making idol chit chat about hockey and
who might win state and all of that.  Normal stuff.  Turns out they had to
go to school like 50 miles away.  That was the closest high school.  Most
of the places up here were rentals or people who only came up in the
summer.  I could tell they sounded pretty lonely or something.

When we approached their house, I was amazed.  It was on top of a hill that
overlooked Lake Superior.  Down below you could see like 10 or 12 cabins
that were right on the shore.  It was beautiful.  Me and Chris both let out
a collective "cool".

Brad told us that it was fun in the summer's here because of all the people
who came up to rent the cabins, and that he got to work in the gift shop
and he liked that.  But the winters were pretty lonely.




We got settled in and were lounging around the living room.  Kip brought
out 4 beers and we drank and talked some more.  We decided to go to the
kitchen and play drinking games.  It was early afternoon, so we had a long
way to go.  I mentioned that and they said that they had a lot of beer.  I
cocked my head and smiled and said, "let's do it!"

We played every game in the book.  Quarters, Moose, Asshole, Poker.  You
name it, plus I think we made up a few.  Us 4 went through two cases of
beer and were super hammered.  Plus it was only like 7 pm.  I hoped my
parents would drive down to check on us.

We went out to the living room and Kip asked us what we wanted to watch on
TV.  Chris blurted out "PORN MAN.  PORN!!!".  I looked over at Kip and he
had a grin on his face.  He went to his room and came out with a few tapes.
I was sitting next to Brad and looked at him and he was smiling too.  While
Kip was getting the porn tape into the VCR, Brad laid into my lap and
rested his head on my thigh.  Kip went over and sat next to Chris.  I could
see Kip say something to Chris, but I couldn't hear it.

The porn movie started, and I can't remember the title, but I know the word
Bi was in it.  Before you know it, two guys and a chick are going at it.
The only light in the room was coming from the TV.  Brad had moved closer
to me and moved his head right against my dick, which was hard as a rock.

I could see Chris and Kip holding each other really close and Kip was
rubbing Chris' back.  After the first scene, I saw them kiss and Kip
brought Chris back to a bed room.

I started to rub Brad's head and shoulder and he just moaned.  I got off
the couch and let his head lie flat against the cushion and moved his body
so he was lying on his back.  I took his sweater and pulled it over his
head.  Then I moved his shirt up and started to lick his nipples.  I looked
down and saw a big tent in the sweatpants he was wearing.  I tried to move
my hand to his dick, but they were tied really tight around his waist.  I
looked up at him and gave him a look pleading to get underneath the
perimeter.  He smiled and pulled a string and I could get my hand down
below.  I felt his pubes and moved my hand down to his dick and started to
stroke it.  I leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, close to his lips
and he grabbed my neck and kissed me hard.

With all of this, I couldn't take it anymore.  I stood up and stripped off
all of my cloths.  I took off his sweats and socks and shirt and pulled him
down to the floor with me.  He was on top of me and we were grinding our
naked dicks together.  It felt so good.  Every once in a while he would
take his dick and rub it against my balls.  That set me off and I came
really hard.  He moved up on me and rubbed his dick in my cum and shot his
own load, while my own dick was pressing against his butt hole.

When we were done, he collapsed onto me and we fell asleep/passed out.  It
had been awhile for me, so I was extremely exhausted.



We woke up the next day and we had managed to get back on the couch.  My
back was to the back of the couch and I was spooning him.  We were both
still naked but were under a quilt.  He felt so warm and smooth.  I got a
chance to really look at him.  He was a really good looking guy.  He had a
nose that pointed up a little bit and really dark eyes.

I started to rustle and he started to wake up.  He turned around and gave
me a kiss and then bounded out from under the quilt totally naked and went
into the kitchen.  I just laid there, never in my wildest dreams thinking
that while visiting my grandparents, I would have just had sex the night
before with somebody I had never met before, not to mention, in the middle
of nowhere!

I laid on the couch, listening to Brad rattle pots and pans, probably
getting ready to make breakfast.  I saw Chris coming from the back bedroom
with a big smile on his face.  He lifted up the quilt and laid next to me.
I could hear the shower running, so I assumed that to be Kip.

Chris and I held each other for a while, he turned around and gave me a
quick little peck on the mouth and got up, pulling the quilt off of me,
just to be a dick.  I was forced to get up and put some cloths on.

We all sat around their breakfast table chatting and grins would come up
between us all during our meal.




We never were with these two again.  When my grandparents died years after
this, I saw them at the estate sale.  We went out to the local bar and had
drinks and laughed about our night together.  They didn't seem to have any
regrets.  They were married with kids.  They were a couple of nice guys
though, that is for sure.



To be continued.



Thanks for everybody's nice comments.  They are really cool.