It was a Thursday, the 16^th. of January, 1992, the one year anniversary of the Gulf War and my birthday! It was just another day for me to wake up and go to school, but when I went upstairs to the kitchen, my dad was there and said, “Happy Birthday, Brad. Come with me.”
I followed him into the living room where, in a box about the size of a television, wrapped in blue paper, was my birthday present…a set of weights. I had been asking dad when I could begin working out and he had always said that until I was 18, I was young. Well, I guess I wasn’t too young anymore!  

Inside were pairs of dumbbells, a pair of 10 pounders, 15s, 20s, 25s and a pair of thirty pound dumbbells. That meant the box weighed 200 pounds and I wondered how my dad had lifted it and carried it in to the living room, when he told me he brought the weights into the room and wrapped it where it stood.  

Dad told me that he would be inviting a good friend of his over tonight to draw up a programme for me, to show me how to do all the exercises and how to chart my progress. That day at school, I was, shall we say, less than attentive. I was looking forward to after dinner when I could finally begin to train with weights.  

Oh, I was in good enough shape for a 18 year old: 5’8”, a solid 138 pounds, with solid legs (from years of hockey and tennis) and a fairly well-developed upper body (from the fact that I was very sports-minded). But I wanted that extra advantage that strength would give me in all sports, especially hockey, my first love.  

I was also getting interested in gymnastics at school and figured that the added strength would only help me with the various apparatus especially the horizontal bar, parallel bars and rings, all strength events.  

So after dinner, dad’s friend Al came over and he and I went down to my room in the basement. I had already carried all the dumbbells downstairs in preparation of my very first workout. Al had asked dad to leave us alone for a while as there would be less pressure on me if dad wasn’t there.  

The first thing Al told me is that he would be setting up a programme for me which would require me to work out six days a week, no Sundays, using a Day One-Day Two type of programme. This would work opposing muscle groups every other day to allow rest on the off day.  

Al then showed me each exercise in the correct form and had me do a few reps to make sure I had the form correctly. He had already drawn up the exercises for the first two months. All he had to do was to insert the weight to be lifted for each exercise. That meant that he would measure my muscles and test my strength.  

I felt only a bit strange taking off my shirt and jeans in front of someone we’d just met, but Al assured me not to worry and slipped off his own t-shirt. Boy was he ever built!!  

He complimented me on my build while he was using the tape measure with each muscle in a normal or relaxed position as well as when I flexed it. He said that my chest and biceps were very good, my legs were excellent and that only my abs, shoulders and triceps would need some preliminary extra work.  

He quickly inserted the weights beside each exercise and handed me the sheets, shook my hand and told me that if I had any questions or wanted any help, that he would be more than happy to help me, as my dad and he had been friends for a very long time.  

During the first four weeks, I only noticed that the weights were becoming a little easier to lift each day and I also noticed that I was getting a little bit bigger, but I wanted to get huge-and it wasn’t happening.  

I phoned Al and he assured me that I had the ideal type of physique for adding quality muscle, rather than just bulk, and to be patient. By the end of hockey season, early April, my weight had gone up to 148 pounds and I was beginning to notice my chest and triceps getting much more defined when I flexed them.  

My best friend on my hockey team was Andy, my centre. His 16-year-old brother, Bobby, began driving us to games and practices after he got his driver’s licence in early March. Because in March and April, it is still cold enough to wear coats and jackets, Bobby never really saw that I was getting bigger and more muscular, but Andy had mentioned it just before our last game of the season.  

I continued to work out six days a week all through April, May and June, so that by the beginning of July, I was 163 pounds-all of it muscle! My biceps had gone from 13” flexed when I began, to 15½” flexed on July 1^st. and my definition had also improved.  

I got a phone call during the last week of June from Andy asking me if I’d like to come up to his family’s cottage, north of Toronto, on the Canada Day Weekend. I said that I would love to and on Friday, July 3^rd., Bobby bounded up my front steps, rang the doorbell and stood there transfixed when I opened the door.  

I was wearing my standard summer outfit: sleeveless tee-shirt, cut-offs and Reeboks with no socks. Bobby just stood there with his mouth partly open, staring at me. I asked him what was wrong? He said, “You’re fuckin’ huge!”  

I playfully punched him in the left shoulder and said, “Fuck off. Let’s get outta here!”  

I slid in the back seat and Bobby came in beside me, so I was the ‘meat’ of the Andy-Bobby sandwich! Even Andy, very softly, commented on my new body.  

We arrived at their cottage, which is more like a summer home, with two stories, six bedrooms, four bathrooms, five boats and occupying an entire island! It began to rain, which cancelled our plans to go water skiing and swimming, so we spent the night watching movies and playing cards.  

Saturday was a totally different day: sunny, temperature in the mid-80s, light breeze, low humidity. So we went water skiing and swimming before lunch and all afternoon, with me dressed in a pair of bright red Speedos, Bobby couldn’t keep his eyes off of me! When Andy would have his turn skiing, Bobby would ask me to come up front and sit beside him instead of staying at the back of the boat keeping an eye on the skier.  

So I would sit in the front seat, facing rearwards, with Bobby driving and looking. I’m not sure which he was doing more. We decided to go back to the cottage at about 5:30 p.m. after my gazillionth run. Bobby was really pounding the boat and I was doing my damndest to stay up on my skis. All this pounding on my upper body, especially my shoulders and arms were like a super workout for me…I was really pumped by the time we packed it in for the day!  

After a great dinner for just the three of us…barbecued steaks, baked potatoes and fresh corn on the cob, their parents began getting ready to go out to the Saturday night “Lake Party”. This was the weekly party, held at a different cottage every weekend, and all the adult cottagers were invited every week. This meant that you always had a place to go to get away from the kids, and you only had to throw one party a season. There was always plenty to eat as each couple would bring one dish and their mother’s specialty was Swedish meatballs.  

They would be gone until about 2:00 a.m. Andy, the girl-hound that he was becoming, said that he was off to see his “cottage girlfriend”, Wendy. Bobby said to his parents that he and I could find lots to do and that he would love to ‘take care of me’ for the evening!  

With everybody else gone by 8:00 p.m. and the dinner dishes washed, dried and put away, Bobby suggested that we go in for a quick dip off the end of the dock. I said that would great and we both went upstairs to change back into our swimsuits.  

Bobby dropped his beach towel on the dock, took a run off the end, and did a really nice somersault before cutting into the water. He was going to try out for the swimming and diving teams at school during the coming year. I said, “Watch this!”, and proceeded to take a run off the end of the dock, tucked my legs up under me, grabbed them and dropped my head in a perfectly executed ‘cannonball’ which caused such a splash, it almost engulfed Bobby, who was about ten feet away.  

We playfully swam, and dunked each other for the next hour-and-a-half. Bobby spent lots of time holding onto me and touching my shoulders, chest and arms, sometimes just grabbing me from behind and putting a bear hug on me. I didn’t think anything special of it at the time, but I really liked being touched, especially by Bobby who was really complimentary of my body and was always asking questions about my exercises and how I trained what muscle.  

At about 9:30, we decided to go inside, but when I hoisted myself up on the dock, (the air temperature had really dropped when the sun went low in the sky), I began to shiver uncontrollably.  

I grabbed my towel, but it was too small to cover all except my shoulders. Bobby saw me shivering and wrapped both of us in his huge beach towel, at the same time putting his left arm around my shoulders.  

“We’ve got to get you into a hot shower right now!” he said as we took the stairs two at a time until we were in Bobby’s bedroom and moving towards the bathroom he and Andy shared. He turned on the hot water and within a few seconds, steam began to billow out of the shower stall. He gently pushed me in and I let the hot water cascade over my goose-pimpled skin.  

After about a minute, I felt warm again, so I slid my Speedos down to my ankles and kicked them into a corner of the shower stall. It was then that I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I froze momentarily, but Bobby began to slowly massage my traps and delts and whispered in my ear that it was OK and not to be scared.  

His hands found their way around to my pecs, which I flexed involuntarily. Bobby squeezed my hard chest as I flexed them even harder. He moaned. He then moved his hands up and around to my arms. I tightened my biceps and he squeezed them. I flexed them even harder and he squeezed them again…and moaned again.  

I felt something between my upper thighs approaching my ass cheeks. It was Bobby’s hard cock! He turned me around by my shoulders and there we were…face to face! I looked in his eyes and saw a totally different Bobby than I’d ever seen before. His eyes were brown, but a warm brown, like coffee with too much milk in it with tiny flecks of green that I’d never noticed before. His damp hair hung down around his ears and a few strands were plastered to his forehead.  

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably more like ten seconds, and then we moved our lips closer, parted them, and kissed. I didn’t kiss him. He didn’t kiss me. We kissed each other! It was the first time I had ever kissed, I mean really kissed, anybody and Bobby’s tongue began exploring my mouth and I figured that was the thing to do, so I began a tongue duel with him.  

“The Kiss”, as it became to be known later in our relationship, lasted for about two minutes, all the time his hands were exploring my body and mine his. This first taste of passion for me had the predictable result…I was now fully hard and my cock was forcing its way in between Bobby’s thighs, under his balls. When he felt my cock in between his legs, Bobby broke off our kiss and glanced down. He gasped!  

About eight months prior, the “Cock Fairy” had visited me and she said, “Here, love...take two of them and make one really BIG one!” At the age of 13 years and 10 months, I had a cock that was 8 inches long, measured along the top! That was the reason my nickname in the dressing room was “Big Brad”!  

When Bobby saw my huge, thick (almost 5½” around) cock between his legs, he backed away and instantly knelt down and began to suck on it. He sucked and licked it for about thirty seconds when I pushed his head away and said, “Bobby, I don’t think that we should be doing this here.”  

He said, “Don’t be afraid.”  

I replied, “No, that’s not what I meant, we should be in there,” pointing to his bedroom.  

With that Bobby stood up, turned off the shower, grabbed two towels off the rack and took me by the hand into his bedroom. After we had dried each other off he said, “I think that you are the sexiest guy that I have ever been with, and I am so turned on by you. I also think that you are a little turned on by me as well. If you are willing, I will show you how to make love to another guy. Not have sex with another guy. How to make love to him.”  

My reply was in the form of another kiss, this time letting my right hand slip down and begin to play with his cock, which had barely softened during the past two minutes. Bobby responded by taking my again-lengthening dick in his soft, warm hands and gently leading me to his bed. It was kinda like his using my cock as a handle to lead me around.  

He had me lie on my back in the centre of the bed and said, “Everything that I do to you, I want you to do to me. Same way. Same intensity. Don’t touch me or yourself in any other way. OK?” I nodded.  

With that he began circling my left nipple with his tongue. That was the only thing that was touching me…his tongue. He began to lick across my big nipple getting it wet, and hard. Each time his tongue lapped across my left nipple, the tip got harder and harder. The feeling was indescribable. It tickled and tingled at the same time. I could feel my cock getting harder too.  

Bobby then began to suck on my nipple, tickling the end of my nip with the tip of his tongue. When my nipple seemed to be as hard as an eraser on the top of a pencil, he gently bit the nipple with his teeth.  

With that feeling, I felt electricity bolt through my body and shoot directly down to my cock and I yelped that I was cumming as my cock shot a huge white wad of jism five feet in the air, followed by nine others, each one less in intensity and less in volume. Bobby looked at me, smiled and kissed me.  

After we broke that kiss, I said, “Bobby, I’m sorry, but it felt so good, I couldn’t help myself,” and I began to cry.  

Bobby just grabbed my shoulders and said, “Never been ashamed of cumming. It means that I was doing a good job! OK?”  

Then Bobby looked down at the pools of cum on my pecs and in between the muscle ridges of my abs and began to lick them off my body. He started with my pecs, cleaned off my abs and then licked all around my now-soft-but-still-inflated cock, eventually taking my cock in his mouth and sucked and licked it until all the cum had disappeared—and I was getting hard again.  

Bobby asked me if I was ready to try licking his nipples and I immediately answered, “You bet!”  

So we changed positions and I began, a bit awkwardly at first, to lick, suck and gently bite his left nipple, which responded by getting nice and hard. I then moved over to his right nipple and repeated the process, getting the same result.  

I glanced down and saw that Bobby’s 6½” cock was now hard as a steel pipe and was quivering and pulsing. He was also leaking precum. I decided to try some advanced study and I instantly swung my head from his right nipple to his super hard cock.  

I grabbed it with my left hand and began to lick off the precum like licking an ice cream cone. I then wrapped my lips around his cockhead, which was considerably smaller than mine, but hard, as the shaft was a bright purple in colour. As I got more confidence, I let the shaft go further down into my mouth. I gagged a few times when I forgot to breathe, but picked up the rhythm and tempo very quickly.  

It wasn’t more than a couple of minutes when Bobby began to shudder and told me that he was about to shoot and for me to back away. I didn’t. I kept my lips glued to his hard dick as it began to erupt, firing blast after blast of hot dickjuice into my mouth and down my throat!  

After he was finished, I still had his cock in my mouth and, milking the last drops off his now-deflating cock, finally let it slip from my mouth and flop down on his stomach. With that he pulled me up to his face and we kissed deeply again, this time he was sucking some of his cum out of my mouth. Fuck, did that ever feel great!  

By now I was getting a full hard-on again and Bobby flipped me on my back, this time straddling me with his legs, his soft cock at rest in between my pecs. He again played with my nipples, this time with his fingers, until they were hard and then spanned each pec with his fingers, like a guy trying to palm a basketball, and asked me to flex my pecs for him.  

I tightened up my pecs and I could feel his fingers begin to squeeze them as they each hardened and expanded. He asked me to pump up my right arm and I began doing imaginary curls, flexing my right bicep as hard as I could. After about ten reps, my bicep was nicely pumped up and the veins were showing. Bobby then bent down and began to lick my bicep. When I let it relax, he said, “No, I want to feel how hard that muscle is with my tongue…keep flexing, hard!”  

Bobby licked my whole bicep until it was dripping with his saliva and then moved down into my right armpit and across my right pec. He then asked me to flex by left arm now. I did, got it pumped and watched in amazement as Bobby literally worshipped my hard left bicep with his hot, wet tongue.  

By this time, we were both wet with sweat again and he placed his damp hands on my dripping biceps and as he squeezed them, I flexed them, so hard, that I was sweating like I had just pulled a double shift in the third period of a hockey game! I loved the feeling of his hands squeezing my muscles, whatever muscles he was squeezing, it didn’t matter.  

Now Bobby began to back down off my chest and as his ass crack slid across my hard cock, bending it down towards my feet, I felt my cockhead slide along his channel and then, as he moved past it, my cock sprang up, smashing by his balls and propelling his hardening dick to the side as mine sprang back towards my abs, spraying both of us with precum as it came crashing on top of my hard abs.  

He used his tongue to trace the outline of every muscle in my abs and it tickled, but I loved it all the same. Now he was down between my legs and he began licking my left ball. When the Cock Fairy came, she also left two nice egg-sized balls to power my big cock. So Bobby washed off the sweat and began licking my left ball with great gusto.  

When he inhaled it into his mouth and began playing it back and forth from one cheek to the other with his tongue, I almost hit the ceiling. He let my left ball slide out and then he moved over to begin washing and cleaning my right one. He then sucked that one into his hot, wet mouth and before I knew it, he had stuffed my left one back in.  

Now, with both my big balls in his mouth, he began to press his tongue up in between them separating them and pressing his nose against the base of my now-rock-hard cock. He had also slid his hands back up to my pecs, which I flexed again for him. I could feel the cum churning in my balls and I closed my eyes tightly as Bobby let first one, and then the other ball slip from his mouth.  

Now with his hands moving further up to my arms, which I also flexed for him, with my hands laced behind my head, he began a slow wet lick up the hard vein that runs up the underside of my cock. When he got to the top, he wrapped his lips around my huge cockhead and began to probe my big piss slit with his tongue. This caused precum to leak out and he let it mix with his saliva and flow down my huge hard cock, around my wet balls and into my ass crack. It felt unbelievable!  

Bobby now began to go down on my thick dick until the entire cock was in his mouth, and down his throat and his nose was pressed hard in my pubes. I couldn’t believe that Bobby was doing this, that I was loving it and that I didn’t want it to stop…ever! Bobby began pistoning up and down on my hard cock which, I swear, began to get longer and thicker in his mouth than it had ever been before!  

After only a few minutes, I again yelled that I was about to shoot and Bobby clamped his mouth down hard around the base of my cock, then covering his teeth with his lips, sharply squeezed and came up the hard shaft of my cock, which caused me to begin pumping his face hard with spurt after spurt of hot cum. Bobby sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, until I was finished once again. He looked up at me and smiled with some of my cum running down his chin and I pulled him up to me, licked my cum off his face and kissed him deeply sucking as much of my dickjuice out of his mouth as I could.  

Bobby was now hard again and since we were face-to-face with him on top of me and since both of us were as wet with sweat as we were coming out of the shower, his cock slid in between my muscular thighs just under my spent balls. He started moving his hard cock in and out slowly, then picking up the pace and I felt his steel rod massaging my balls and the base of my cock with each thrust.  

We continued kissing and I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands and began pulling him towards me harder and harder each time until our bodies were separated on the up-stroke and made a slapping sound on the down-stroke. We continued for about three or four minutes until Bobby yelped and began shooting wave after wave of cum between my thighs as I flexed them as hard as I could, trapping his hard cock in between them as he shot and shot and shot.  

Once he was finished, my cock, which was again hard and trapped in between our two sets of abs, started to pulse and quiver and then shot another load onto my pecs, after which Bobby laid down on me, chest-to-chest, and gave me his hardest bear hug. I returned the bear hug and we kissed for the longest time.  

We must have fallen asleep for a little while in that embrace, because Bobby woke with a start and both of us heard a noise downstairs. We glanced over at the clock radio and saw the red numbers “1:32” so he jumped off of me and I sprinted across the hallway and into the guest bedroom and dashed into the shower.  

Bobby was doing likewise when I heard Andy’s voice yelling, “Bobby, where are you?”  

Then, just before I got into my shower and turned the water on, I heard Bobby’s voice yell from his bathroom, “I’m just taking a shower, Andy.”  

Then I turned on the water, stepped in the shower and began to wash off Bobby’s cum from in between my thighs and my cum from my chest and abs. I felt so alive, yet so exhausted at the same time.  

After my shower, I climbed in between the sheets and began to replay the events of the past four hours slowly in my mind, all the time trying to make some sense of it, then just resigning myself to the inescapable fact that I liked guys. I mean, I really liked guys! I was gay! A fag! A homo! All those horrible words which I heard at school always meant as put-downs. As words of total and utter contempt. Those words would now be said to me. I began to cry and then fell into a deep sleep.  

I was shaken awake by Bobby at 9:15 the next morning. As he sat on my bed, he said that his mom and dad were in town shopping and that Andy was off with some of his friends and that we were alone, and would be until about noon.  

I looked up at him, and that cute face and that great smile and all the negative thoughts that had bothered me before I fell asleep last night simply melted into Bobby’s green-flecked, coffee-coloured eyes. He must have sensed that something was bothering me because Bobby asked, “Is there anything about last night that you want to talk about?”  

“Well,” I began, “I had so much fun and I loved the feelings, all of them, but what are the other guys at school going to say? What will my parents say? Shit, what will I say?”  

“What do you mean?” he asked.  

“Well, I’m a fag, a queer, a homo...Bobby, I’m gay. You’re gay! Shit, we’re both gay! What do I do? What do we do when we hear all our friends making fun of us?”  

“Anyone who makes fun of you, or me,” he said, quietly, “wasn’t our friend in the first place.”  

Then he leaned down and gently kissed me on the forehead. I took his face in my hands, moved his lips down to mine and kissed him. We kissed for about five minutes, tongues dueling.  

I was still under the covers, and I sleep totally naked and Bobby was only wearing a pair of plaid boxers. I looked down and saw that Bobby’s cock was poking out through the opening and was now fully hard. My cock was also hard as a rock under the covers.  

As our lips parted, I lifted the covers off me and Bobby slid in beside me and we cuddled and kissed, and touched and kissed, and licked and kissed, and sucked and kissed. But most of all we kissed. We both loved to kiss and, even though I had less than twelve hours experience, I thought that I was a pretty damn good kisser.  

Bobby gently pushed me down to lie flat on my back as he put his left leg over my right leg, straddling me. So there he was, sitting on my stomach, his hard cock in between my pecs, jumping off my chest, my cock, equally hard and standing straight up rubbing against his ass crack and lower back.  

Just then, Bobby said, “Brad, hang on a minute, I have to get something!” and he jumped off the bed and bounced across the hall into his bedroom. Before I knew it he was back, his hard cock pointing the way, with a tube of something.  

It’s lube,” he said.  

“What’s that?” I asked.  

“I want you to fuck me but you’re so big that it’ll feel better and go in easier if we grease up your cock and my asshole.”  

So Bobby unscrewed the cap and squeezed a big dollop of the clear colourless paste onto his hand, rubbed them together and then greased up my hard cock. It felt great, if a little bit cold, but his hands soon warmed it up. Then he put his left leg up on the bed and squeezed more lube into his hand and began to rub it all around his ass crack. I could see him put one finger up inside his hole and wiggle it around, moving it in and out, then two fingers. I glanced up at Bobby’s face and could see a look of total pleasure on it, so I just KNEW I had to have him fuck me too!  

Bobby then slid his fingers out of his hole and stood up on the bed, stepped over me, one foot on either side, and began to squat down. I asked if I could help and Bobby said, “Just hold your cock straight up so it doesn’t move around, OK?”  

I did as told and Bobby’s ass crack descended on my huge hard cock, which I was holding with both hands for him. He paused as my cock head was gently pushing against his hole. Then he took a deep breath and pushed down a bit and I could feel my cockhead slip into his ass. When his ass touched my hands and he began sliding down on my cock, I took them away.  

This allowed him to sit down on my whole cock until his ass hit my thighs. I was all inside him…and it felt incredible! The look on his face was different from when he had his finger in it though, it was grimacing in pain! Then, just as I was about to ask him about it, that look of satisfaction came back and Bobby began moving up and down on my cock.  

To steady himself his hands were on my pecs. I thought that was a signal for me to flex them for him so I tightened my pecs for him and Bobby laughed!  

I said, “What’s so funny?”  

He said, “I was putting my hands on your chest so I wouldn’t fall off and here you are flexing for me. You’re really into this, aren’t you?”  

“I had the best teacher,” I beamed.  

Bobby closed his eyes as I could see him fully concentrating on my cock inside him and the pleasure he was getting from it. Then I began to feel my cock inside of him and...that was it...that’s all it took. I yelped and began shooting and shooting and shooting. Each time I would shoot, my hips would buck up driving my cock even farther into his asshole.  

When I had finished, Bobby’s cock, which had been bouncing on my abs all this time, began firing spurt after spurt like a garden hose without anyone holding onto it. The first shot went over my head and hit the bedboard. The next three hit my face, one hitting my left ear. The rest of the cum splattered my pecs and then pooled on my abs. Bobby leaned forward to kiss me and as he did, my softening cock came out of his ass with a suction ‘pop’.  

Bobby cleaned off my face with his tongue, then licked off my pecs and then moved on up to my lips and gave me a long kiss where I could taste his cum on his tongue and in his mouth.  

I asked Bobby, “Could you fuck me now?”  

“You really want me to fuck you, Brad?”  

“More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life,” I said.  

With that, Bobby reached over for the tube of lube, squeezed a big gob into his hand and said, “Lift your legs up and put them on top of my shoulders.”  

He began to spread the lube all over my ass crack and then slowly inserted his finger tip inside my ass hole. I immediately tensed up and Bobby felt that and said, “You have to relax. If you’re tight and tense, I’ll never get inside. Just relax your asshole the same way you do when you’re taking a shit!”  

I relaxed and he slid his finger in to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way in. Then he began to move it in and out slowly at first then gradually getting quicker. He then inserted his index finger as well and began gently stretching and massaging my asshole, all the time squirting more and more lube on it. Pretty soon, he had his two fingers moving in and out effortlessly and by then, Bobby was fully hard again.  

He squirted some lube on his pulsing cock, spread it around all over his dick and then rubbed his cockhead against my hole. I braced myself, tensing for his entrance, realized that there would be no entrance if I was tense. So I relaxed and immediately felt his cockhead penetrate my hole.  

I also felt some pain, but it lasted for only a few seconds and, as I relaxed even more, Bobby gently slid his cock inside me until he could go in no further. His hard, 6½” cock was totally inside me. Then Bobby pulled it out and pushed it back in, slowly at first, then increasing the speed. As he fucked me faster, he also fucked me harder, each time we could hear his balls slapping against my ass cheeks.  

The sound, the feeling, the whole fucking experience, and the experience of fucking was a total turn on. Now I knew why adults didn’t want kids to find out about sex…they wanted to keep these incredible feelings to themselves! It didn’t take too long before I was rock hard again and not wanting to miss anything, I sat up a bit and Bobby saw my abs spring into life. From this position I was only able to get about six inches from my cock so I took my cock in my hands and as soon as I touched myself, I began shooting cum all over my face. I tried to aim for my mouth and hit it a few times.  
 

When Bobby saw me shoot, he shuddered, quickly pulled his hard dick out of my ass, and squirted his load all over my abs, chest and face! When he was finished Bobby again began his ‘clean-up routine’ this time starting on my abs, moving to my chest and ending with my face. After cleaning me we again shared a long kiss exchanging the combined taste of our cum.  

Exhausted, we trudged off into the shower stall and after soaping each other and rinsing off, we grabbed towels, dried each other, kissed again, and got dressed to go downstairs.  

That afternoon, Bobby and I took his boat and just went into a private corner of the lake and talked. We talked a lot that afternoon. About ourselves. About each other. About our feelings for each other. And also about what we would do about our friends and family.  

I went up to Bobby’s cottage three more times that summer, once during the August Simcoe Day long weekend, again on the Labour Day long weekend and finally for the Thanksgiving long weekend. In between, because we didn’t go to the same school, we talked about every other day on the phone and went to a few Saturday evening movies together, but our relationship, and love, grew stronger even though we didn’t see each other every day.  

Bobby was my first partner, my first boyfriend and I can also say my first love. We went out until that Labour Day weekend two years later, when Bobby went off to Vancouver to go to university. Those first 2+ years were the most memorable I had ever spent. What Bobby taught me about people, about other guys, about life and yes, about love will stay with me for the rest of my life.  

I also like to think that I also brought something to our relationship. I got Bobby to start training with weights and because of his added strength, he shaved seconds off his best times in the pool, won sectional and regional races and even made the swim team at University…in his first year! By the time we parted, Bobby had put on another fifteen pounds of muscle, which made our parting even more difficult, because he had taught me how much of a turn-on hard, defined, muscular guys were.  

When we grow older we change, but one thing will never change and that is those years with Bobby, and, my first time.