COTTAGE CAVORTING [04/21/2000]

The warm weather is getting near and I am drawn to a story that took place one summer..........

I really didn't care to go to the cottage much. Now that I was older, it seemed to be more of a chore than anything else. Besides, for the past few years Mom would always have some excuse for staying home which meant that it was always just me and my dad and a few of his cronies.

It was the fourth or fifth time this year that we made our way to the cottage and things were always the same. We arrived late and went straight to bed. In the morning, at breakfast, dad told me that I might want to set up the tent down by the boat house and sleep there tonight. He told me that he was getting together with a few of his buddies and they would be up quite late. I knew most of his friends and there were a couple of them that were quite handsome. Dad didn't have any idea of my preference for men over women and I didn't want that to change. So, I agreed and after breakfast I dug out the tent and spent the morning finding a good spot to set up.

Once I got the tent set up I decided to go to the marina and see if any of my friends were around. I told dad where I was going and took off. When I got to the marina I met up with a couple of friends and we spent the afternoon together. We hung around the marina and played in the arcade, had something to eat and generally just pissed away the afternoon. I would have stayed later but I was forbidden to be on the lake after dark. It was about an hour or so before nightfall when I headed back to the cottage.

I saw the cars in front of the cottage when I arrived and was a bit surprised to see that dad would have so many visitors. He was quite particular about not letting his gatherings get too big. Mostly he didn't want to have to clean up after everyone and since most of the time all they did was drink and get drunk, there was always a mess to clean up. It was bad for me because I knew I would get stuck helping and I wasn't allowed to join in. That wasn't fair, I thought.

I went into the cottage and the usual crowd was there; Jerry, Walter, Jack, Gordon and two other guys that I didn't know. Everyone was already half smashed and when I came in they began to welcome me as they always did. I knew most of them all my life and I guess they considered me to be one of their own. I really did like them because they were always kind to me. The two strangers were introduced to me; Frank and Gerald. I guessed that most of the men were about the same age as my dad who is 62. Some of the men were particularly attractive, especially Jack. But having known them for so long, I admired from a distance. Of the two new members, Gerald immediately caught my eye. He was quite a big man, probably 6 foot tall and about 220. He wasn't fat, just bulky. His shoulders were broad and he had large arms and hands.

Gerald's most appealing feature was his face. He had but a inch or two of hair that ringed his smooth round head. He had dark brown eyes and a big smile. He had a very masculine look about him and that topped it all off. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt so I could see his hairy arms. His pants were loose fitting and from my vantage point I could see he filled out the location of my gaze quite nicely.

Even though my dad finally gave in to his friends pleadings to let me have a beer, I declined the offer. I told my dad that I was going to my friends cottage for a while but I would be back later. I knew they would party till the wee hours of the morning and I didn't want to hang around and watch them. My friends cottage was about a half mile away and I stayed there watching a movie till almost midnight.

It always impressed me how dark it got at the cottage. It was all I could do to stay on the road, it was so dark. I got back to our cottage and noticed that the party was in full swing so I decided to go to my tent and go to sleep. It was far enough away from the cottage so I wouldn't be able to hear the noise.

I looked in the window and noticed that Gerald was missing. I figured he must be in the bathroom or maybe he passed out and went to bed. Damn, I thought, I wanted to have another look at him before bed. So, disappointed, I headed for my tent. I had already set up a couple of sleeping bags and pillows and left a flashlight inside the tent door because I knew how dark it would be. When I neared the tent I was startled to hear a strange noise. I was afraid and stood silently still while I listened to try to figure out what the noise was and where it was coming from. I quickly realized that the noise was coming from my tent and it sounded like breathing. That calmed my fears because I figured it must be one of my friends who decided to crash at my place rather than go home. My friends knew where I always pitched my tent so it made sense to me.

I quietly crawled into the tent and turned on the flashlight. To my amazement it wasn't one of my friends but Gerald! Somehow he had found my tent and crawled in and passed out. He was sleeping soundly and even the light didn't bother him. When I saw who it was I turned the light off right away. I didn't know what to do so I just stayed there on my knees thinking about what I should do. My mind began to conjur up a plan. I decided to lay down and just go to sleep and in the morning I would play stupid. Gerald would probably wake up soon and go back to the party anyway.

Gerald was laying on his side facing me. He was resting his head on a pillow with his arm outstretched. He was on top of the sleeping bag but I had set up two of them so I was able to get inside the second one. I left the zipper open on the side facing Gerald and lay there listening to him. I lay there on my back and listened to him as he breathed in and out. As if my arms and legs had minds of their own, they began to move over towards my sleeping tent partner. I slid my foot out of the bag and moved it up against Gerald. He was slightly curled up and my foot came to rest on his knee. It was very exciting because from where my foot was I could move it straight into his crotch by moving only a few inches. I just kept my foot on his knee and applied more and more pressure until I could feel the heat of his body on my foot.

I was terrified that he might wake up but the urge to explore his body was too irresistible. I move my foot until it was almost at the juncture of both of his legs. My heart was pounding so hard and fast that I thought if he woke, even if I could presume innocence, he would hear my heart and know what I was up to. But that didn't stop me. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I moved my foot into his crotch. Once there, I turned onto my side which allowed me to push the top of my foot against the bottom of his crotch. I could feel his bulge but couldn't detect any definition. Nontheless, it felt incredible and I could feel my cock aching for attention. As quietly as I could I slid my hand into my pants and began massaging my cock. I could have cum easily but I wanted to enjoy the moment just a bit longer.

As I built up more courage, I began to wiggle my foot a little bit to see if I could feel some definition but it didn't work. I got even more bold and pushed deeper into his crotch. The sensation on my foot was wild. It felt like I was rolling a soccer ball around with my foot. It was about then that Gerald stopped breathing his deep breaths and began to move. I was frozen with fear and left my foot exactly where it was. Gerald didn't seem to notice and after a few twitches he straighted out his legs while at the same time pushing his pelvis forward. I loved it. He ground his crotch against my foot and made a couple of thrusts before settling back down. He made a couple of grunts and then back to snoring. He only stayed like that for a moment or two then he became restless again and rolled over onto his back. When he did he freed himself from my exploratory foot. So much for my podaphilic oportunities. It was too dark to see much so I had to use touch as my source of exploring. It was so dark that I thought that if he did wake up he would know who it was and what was happening. I figured he must have been really tired and probably pretty drunk when he made his way to my tent.

I worked my way down my sleeping bag until I was able to relax my arm and have my hand at the same level as Gerald's hips. I moved my hand over until I felt his body and slowly moved it up until I had it resting just above his waist. I wanted so bad to rub his belly but resisted. If I was going to risk being discovered, it would be for a bigger prize. I was surprised at how bold I had become as I slid my hand down past his waist and allowed it to rest lightly on his crotch. I felt my way around until I was able to feel his cock through his pants. I could actually feel his cockhead through his pants. It was at least twice as big as my own. Like his arms, it was huge. I couldn't tell how long it was but it was very thick.

Gerald continued to snore while I groped his crotch and as long as he snored I became even more bold. I had to know how long it was so I gently began to pull down on his zipper. I got it down about half way when it got stuck. I didn't want to jerk on it so I had to use two hands to get it free. Groping in the darkness I sat up and leaned over his crotch to get at the zipper with both hands. I held the top of his pants with one hand and pulled down on the zipper with the other. It slid down easily. Now that I was up I stayed up. Even though his pants were loose fitting I couldn't get my hand inside his pants without putting too much pressure on them. So I unbuttoned them and peeled them back as much as I could.

When I slid my hand inside his pants I could tell he was wearing boxer shorts. They were very thin and I immediately made my way to his cock. Without the pants in the way I was able to make out its size more easily. It was as long as my hand and I began to rub it through his boxers. The darkness was my ally as I continued to maul my sleeping friend. I had to feel his bare cock in my hand. I kept running into the opening of his boxers and with my little finger I pulled open the slit and stuck my hand inside. Now inside his boxers, I wrapped my hand around his fleshy cock. I could tell it was uncut and I squeezed it and pulled the foreskin forward and down. His cock was pointing straight down to his feet as I massaged it back and forth. To my great delight it began to respond to my touch and soon it was spreading open my hand. The more I played with it the more it grew.

I had my face directly over the play area as I massaged his swelling cock inside his boxers. From inside I pulled up on his cock and popped it out of the opening of his boxers. I only wished it was light enough for me to see but the only sense that worked was touch. I moved my face closer until I knew I was only a fraction of an inch from being able to kiss the head of his cock. It was semihard now and it took both of my hands to cover the shaft, leaving the head protruding all on its own. I guessed it to be about 8 inches long. Holding it still in both hands I slowly glided the foreskin up to engulf the head then retracted it. As I pulled the skin back I stuck out my tongue and touched it in the cockhead.

I started to flick the end of his cock with my tongue while listening intently for any signs of a change in his breathing. As long as he continued to snore I would continue to play. I took one hand off his cock and held it at the base while I kept up my tongue lashing of his cockhead. Little by little I expanded the circles with my tongue until I couldn't reach any further without opening my mouth and letting some of his cock inside. I had to open wide to accommodate his huge cockhead but it tasted great and I forced it in. His cock was pleasantly hard now and starting to twitch every now and again as I started to push further down on the shaft. I couldn't get much more than 3 or 4 inches in my mouth before it hit the back of my throat and I had to stop. I began to feel his balls as I continued to suck on his cock. My other hand was busy stroking the unuseable part of the shaft and I had now had a good rhythm going. My hand stroke met my mouth stroke while I tugged on his balls. His cock was rock hard now and seemed to facilitate getting more of it in my mouth. I had to shorten my hand strokes as I was able to get his cock past my gag reflex. My eyes were watering, I had so much cock pumping in and out of me.

Gerald's breathing started to get a little faster but he was still snoring so I kept up my cocksucking. I could feel his cock twitching and I was hoping that I would be able to make him cum before he woke up. I had almost all of his cock thrusting in and out of me and when I felt it start to throb I forced as much into me as I could. I was still massaging what was left of the shaft as I swallowed his cockhead into my throat. Gerald began to breath funny then all of a sudden he started to whimper as if he was in pain. I felt his cock pulse in my hand then shoot a huge load of cum into my throat. I could feel it squirting two or three times in unison with the pulses I could feel at the base of his cock. I still had my pants on and when the first squirt of cum from Gerald hit my throat I began to cum. I felt my pants fill with cum and every squirt from Gerald caused me to match him with a squirt of my own.

Gerald began to move and I immediately pulled away and threw myself onto my pillow. I lay there praying that he would do anything. I could hear him grumbling about something but it was in a half sleep tone which I couldn't make out. I could hear him rustling about as he repositioned himself. I though I heard him pull his zipper up but I wasn't sure. I lay there quietely and figured I slip out of the tent when he went back to sleep. That way, I thought, he would never know who it was and I would be safe with my secret. I didn't realize how much the evening affected me because I soon fell asleep. While waiting for Gerald to fall asleep, I fell asleep myself.

It was the feeling of one of Gerald's arms around my chest that woke me up. I opened my eyes and was horrified that it was daylight and I was caught. I didn't say anything but just lay there quietly. I figured that Gerald was probably asleep and instinctively cuddled into me. His arm was drapped over my chest and he began to rub my stomach. I thought he might be awake but I pretended to be asleep.

It must have been about 5 in the morning because it was pretty cool in the tent. I was inside my sleeping bag and Gerald was probably pretty cold. I felt him rustling toward me then lift the still unzipped sleeping bag. My heart began to thump again as I felt Gerald crawl into my sleeping bag and pull his arm inside. He moved in up against me until I could feel his cock on my ass. Christ, I thought, he was hard as a rock. His cock was against my ass and up my back. It felt great but I didn't know how to react so I continued to pretend to be asleep. Gerald let the sleeping bag drop back down so that we were both covered.

He slid his hands down until they got to my crotch. He felt my hardon and quickly began to undo my pants. Neither one of us said anything as he undid my pants and pulled them down as far as he could. He inched them down past my waist by pulling on them in alternating spots. Before I knew it he had them down past my knees and his cock was between my ass cheeks.

Gerald put lots of spit on the end of his cock until it was slippery enough to glide in and out of my crotch with ease. He then applied some to my asshole and began working one of his sausage sized fingers into my asshole. All the while we remained silent. He was having a hard time working his fingers in my asshole and was growing impatient. Suddenly he pulled his huge cock from between my legs and away he went. I could feel him moving down then his hands as they grasped my naked hips. The next thing I felt was Gerald's tongue as it darted toward my ass hole. He worked up a gob of spit and I heard him launch it against my hole. Then with precision work he pressed the tip of his tongue against my hole. His tongue slipped easily into me and Gerald went to work getting as much of it in as he could. He kept spitting repeatedly on my ass until I was completed soaked in spit. While he was rimming my ass he spread spit onto his cock which he kept stroking.

He needed more leverage so he spun me around onto my stomach and repostioned himself to go back to rimming. Or so I thought. I felt him shuffle up then straddle my hips with his legs. He leaned over slightly and aimed his huge, hardened cock at my ass and pushed forward. I felt the head of his cock as it pushed its way in. Gerald let it stand for a bit before he continued. It hurt quite a bit but the pain slowly subsided and I began to relax. Gerald started to pump in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster. When he got as much cock in as he could he lay down on top of me and started fucking slowly. I felt small compared to his big body as he covered me. He kept fucking for a few minutes before he stopped and pulled out. He leaned back, lifted me up and turned me around. He was on his haunches and pulled me up onto him and slid his cock back into me. It was the first time I was able to look him in the face. My cock was sticking straight out and as he fucked me he began to play with my cock. I felt myself about to cum and tried to say something but it was too late. My cum shot straight up and hit Gerald in the chest. He just groaned and pulled his cock out of me and began jerking himself. He came after a few pulls and dropped his load on my stomach.

Without saying another work he wiped himself and me off with a towel that I had left in the tent the day before and lay back down. Again we both fell asleep. I in my sleeping bag and he managed to get inside the other.

I awoke to my dad's calls from outside the tent. He popped his head in the tent and began to kick Gerald's feet. "C'mon, its time to get up" he called out to Gerald. Gerald just sat up, stretched and climbed out of his sleeping bag. I pretended to be half asleep as the two of them walked away. I heard my dad asking Gerald if I kept him up all night. Gerald off handedly said, "I didn't even know he was there he was so quiet. We didn't even say one word to each other." The conversation then switched to something else and it drifted off into silence as I lay back down.

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