Cottagecore: Road Trip Chapter 1 - Dan By Jon McGee, cottagecore.stories@gmail.com
We sat on edge of the flet, Dan and I, looking west down the long valley where I had grown up. It was the last week of June and the summer's oppressive heat was close but not yet there. The next morning I would leave for college. I planned to spend a few months driving from my home in California's Sierra Nevada to Alexander Hamilton University, which most people just call "A-Ham," where I would start college in August. Before I left, I had some business to take care of with Dan.
My dad and I had built the flet the summer before I started high school as a place for me to get away when the house seemed too small. A platform cantilevered 20 feet above the ground, the flet encircled the trunk of an ancient black oak tree that grew beside the creek near our house. We'd fixed a circular staircase winding up the trunk to a trapdoor, which led onto the platform. A rail carved from another oak from our property protected against falls but did nothing to block the view down the long valley, full of black oaks and bigleaf maples, ponderosa pines, incense cedars and white fir. We'd built benches and a low table and I'd hoisted up some Adirondack chairs I'd found at a yard sale and repainted bright red. In the past, I'd crammed as many as 12 friends up there for sleepovers, but tonight it was just Dan and me.
"Thanks for inviting me," he said. "You've got big things ahead."
"You do too. Two years in New Zealand? That's about as good a mission as you can get, right? Anyway, thanks for coming. I wasn't sure you would."
"Just because things haven't been easy between us over the last few years doesn't mean we're not still friends. Some things don't change."
"I'm glad. That's how I feel too. I'm sorry," I said.
"For what?" Dan sounded genuinely surprised, which left me genuinely surprised.
"I haven't been the best friend to you. I've been distant, rude sometimes."
"A lot of people have. It's okay, I guess." He sounded sad.
"No, it's not," I said with some heat. "I understand it now, but it took me some time."
"Before we keep going, do you want some wine?" Dan asked. "I know you don't drink much, but it's a nice night and it might make this conversation a little easier."
I laughed. So he suspected a big talk too. "I brought a bottle of red, if that sounds good."
It was his turn to laugh. "I brought a bottle of rosé that Scott's mom likes."
We broke down in giggles. "What will they say at the Temple? And does Scott's mom know you took her wine?"
"Tonight is our secret. The temple will never know and Scott's mom won't miss one little bottle." Scott's mom liked her rosé. "Let's drink the rosé before it gets warm."
We settled back in the deep chairs, side by side, drinks in hand, watching the sun sink lower in the sky, and sipped. "How long have you known," Dan asked after a while.
How did he guess my secret? I just went with it, no questions. "Since the spring, I figured it out during our botany project. I probably could have known sooner, but I just didn't want to think about it."
"I'm sorry," was all he said after a bit.
"I was too, at first," I said, "but now I'm okay. It took some adjusting, but I think I'm . . . adjusted. What about you?"
"It took me some time too, but I'm . . . adjusted. I'm glad you are too. I'm really happy."
"I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I didn't even know I was doing it, if that makes it any better." Dan snorted, disbelievingly. "No, really. I mean I knew I was being a dick to you, but I didn't know why. I was a dick to a lot of people."
"For the same reason everybody else was being a dick to me," he said a little bitterly. But that didn't make much sense.
I sipped my wine in silence. Were we talking about the same thing? "I'm sorry. You were having problems with other people?" I asked eventually.
"Everybody," he said. "Well, almost everybody. Not Gary, but then he had to move last summer and I was alone again. Scott was okay away from school, but he was the biggest prick of them all in public. Most everybody else just froze me out. You disappeared." He sounded more sad than angry.
"I did that with everybody, really. When I decided to apply to Harvard I got so focused on my classes and tests that I disappeared for everybody." I didn't say that it was easier to focus on grinding out top grades on physics exams and Macbeth essays and figuring out the pluperfect tense of irregular Spanish verbs than to deal with what I was feeling.
"I know you were busy, but you said some mean things too. You were so sarcastic all the time."
"I'm sorry, I understand why. I'll explain and give you a better apology in a minute, but I'm going to need more wine for that."
"Good idea," he said skeptically. "I wasn't sure we were going to talk about this tonight, I'm glad we have two bottles."
I turned on the little solar light between the chairs and we took turns pissing off the flet into the creek below. Thank god for that railing. Dan refilled our glasses and we sat in silence as we watched the last light of the setting sun drop below the horizon. In the gloaming, I told Dan in a rush, "I've had a crush on you since freshman year, maybe earlier. Maybe more than a crush. I've never felt this way for another person. I'm sorry, don't freak out, okay? Please?"
I didn't know how to take the long silence that followed. Finally, Dan said, "Dude, what the fuck?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was feeling until we spent all that time together in the field in Biology. I mean, I knew what I was feeling, but I didn't understand what it meant. Then one day it just clicked."
"Dude," he moaned, "oh my god!"
"It's why I hid from you, why I was rude when we were together. I was angry we couldn't be together and I blamed you. But I got better in the spring, right? Once I realized? I was so sad and mad that we couldn't be together. I just lashed out. It's no excuse, but it's an explanation. I'm so sorry!" I was close to tears. I was letting out years of bottled up pain.
"John . . ." was all he could whisper.
Maybe if I kept talking I could convince him it was going to be okay. "We can still be friends, right?" More silence. "Right, Dan? This doesn't change anything, does it? It doesn't have to change anything," I pleaded. I was rambling, maybe desperate. "Dan?" I asked after more silence.
"John, this changes everything. How couldn't everything change? Why are you telling me now?"
I was panicking, close to hyperventilating at this point. "I'm still the same person you've know since preschool. The same guy who sat beside you in every class until middle school, the same guy who got drunk with you the first time, the same guy who helped you get your truck fixed up, the same guy who studied with you for all the big tests. It's just me, Dan, just Jon."
"Don't you see," he asked, "this changes everything!" I couldn't read his emotion. But my panic subsided a bit, because he didn't seem angry.
"It doesn't have to change anything," I pleaded. "I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable, I promise. I just don't want to lose you when I go to college and you leave for your mission."
"Uncomfortable? What the fuck are you talking about?" He seemed confused.
"I won't creep on you or anything, I promise. I can't change how I feel, but I just want to stay friends. I can't lose you."
"Friends? Dude, I want you to fuck me!" Dan said with a laugh. It was my turn for stunned silence.
After a minute, I asked, "Dan, what did you think we were going to talk about tonight?"
"I thought you were going to tell me you're okay that I'm gay."
"I didn't know," I said. How would I know?
"I thought everybody knew. Or guessed. There was a lot of gossip, how did you not hear it?"
"I don't think anybody would gossip about you with me. Remember what I did to Denise and Aaron after they pranked you in eighth grade? People remember shit like that. Plus, I really did disappear with everybody. It was easier to study and work out all the time than to think about you. But back the fuck up. Are you telling me your gay? Bi?" My head was reeling.
"I stayed over at Gary's dad's house one night during the summer after freshman year. We'd been watching porn he found in the back of his dad's closet. We were both hard and drunk enough that we decided to jack off together. It became our thing whenever his dad worked the night shift. Pretty soon we started experimenting. We figured out a lot together. I realized I liked guys not girls."
I was breathless. "How long did it last?" I asked.
He frowned. "One night my mom stopped by Gary's dad's with some dinner and saw us together in the hot tub."
"Shit. She must have lost it."
"She was worse than my dad. Gary had it even harder, do you remember how religious his parents are? That's why he moved. His parents shipped him off to his grandparents' ranch in the middle of nowhere in Montana. Homeschool, hard work, and no contact from me allowed."
"Fuck, I had no idea. Dude, I'm so sorry, that must have been hard."
"I was so lonely. It was harder on Gary. I was having fun, he had feelings for me. He was cute and we had fun in bed, but I didn't feel the same way."
"Do you know if he's okay?" I suddenly felt very guilty about not trying to stay in touch with Gary after he'd moved. We hadn't been close, but I liked spending time with him. He was sharp-witted and very cute.
"He'll be okay. His sister and cousin pass our letters back and forth when they can. He's got an escape plan for when he turns 18. Plus that horny fucker has found a couple of ranch hands to keep him company," Dan laughed.
I was relieved, but then serious again. "What about your parents? They're not high church or anything, but they must have come down hard on you."
"It was rough at first. It would have been easier on them if Mom hadn't found Gary balls deep up my ass," Dan said with a smirk. "They're getting better. They refused conversion therapy outright and mostly accept that I am gay, not bi, not `experimenting,' not just a horny teen. They struggle with the social side, tough, our church treats it like a parenting failure. They've started talking with other church parents with gay kids, although nobody from around here. Have you told your parents? What'd they say?"
"I haven't told anybody other than you. They'll be fine when I tell them but I wanted to talk with you first. I'll probably tell them at Christmas break."
"I'm honored, thank you," said Dan. More silence while we both thought.
"So you thought I froze you out because I knew about you and Gary? Fuck, I am so sorry!"
"That's what happened with everybody else. Greg, Terry, Shawn. Even Scott acts that way at school and we've been fucking since last summer."
"Scott. You know I think he's a dick, so that doesn't surprise me. Why do you still get together?"
"We haven't much this summer since I've been up at the resort. Plus I take it out on him when we're alone. For a selfish prick, he's pretty good in bed. Hung, you know?"
"I guess. I've seen him in the locker room and figured. He's still a dick."
"Have you been with anybody," Dan asked after a little time passed.
"No." I was suddenly shy. There are plenty of 18 year old virgins, but I suddenly felt like a kid given all Dan's experience.
"Do you want to change that?" Dan asked quietly. "I don't want to mess anything up between us, but I've wanted to get together you since I knew what guys can do together."
"I don't know what I'm doing," I said. I added in a rush, "Yes! I mean, yes, I want to change that, but I don't know what to do."
"Can I kiss you," Dan asked seriously.
Oh my god, is this really happening? I'd dreamed of this for years, never thinking it might happen.
"Kiss me," I breathed.
"Come with me," Dan said standing. He drained his glass and set it aside and offered me his hand. He pulled me up with is right hand. When I was standing, Dan dropped my hand and wrapped his right arm low around my waist, cupping the back of my head with his left hand and pulled me into a light kiss. He just brushed his lips across mine once, and held me close looking into my eyes. "So much time we could have had if we were paying attention."
He kissed me harder, open mouth, some tongue. He pulled me in tight, crotch to crotch, mouth to mouth. I wrapped by arms around him, one high, hand against his head, one low, grabbing his firm ass cheek with my right hand and squeezing. I pressed my lips in more firmly and gave him more tongue. He moaned low in his throat.
"Bed," I said breathlessly, and we tumbled onto the pads and sleeping bags we'd brought up for the night. Dan ended up beneath me, which is how I wanted it.
"Shirts," he said, and we pulled of our tees at the same time.
I looked down at Dan's body. Narrow waist, no body fat, deep tan from a summer of lifeguarding, his broad chest with tiny dark nipples. He'd let his body hair grow back a bit following swim season, so he had a light dusting of clippered fuzz across his pecs and a narrow treasure trail from below his navel down into his shorts.
"Looking good, bud," I said. "Lifeguarding's got your body rocking." I leaned over and kissed him again, lighter than before. Slowing things down a little. I was propped above him on my right elbow.
As we continued to make out, I rubbed my thumb across his right nipple, which was rock hard. He moaned and arched into my kiss. I rubbed a little harder and then started to pinch it and rub it between my finger and thumb. "Oh god," he moaned, "more." I lowered my elbow, slid down to face him, and kept kissing. We were chest to chest, belly to belly, cock to cock, my knees between his parted legs.
I could feel through our shorts that we were both hard and I ground my dick against his, reaching around with my left had to grab his ass again. Dan copied me and we were soon thrusting against each-others' hard-ons, kneading ass cheeks, kissing.
"I don't know what to do next," I finally admitted, horny out of my mind.
"Let's get naked."
In an instant, I unbuckled my belt and pulled off my shorts and underwear in one motion. Dan has a flair for the dramatic. As I pulled off my shorts, he stood and moved above me. He unsnapped his shorts, then pulled down the zipper slowly. He stepped out of his shorts, but left his boxer-briefs on, his long cock outlined down his left leg with a large wet spot at the head. His crotch was inches from my face. "Should I take these off?"
"Fuck yes," I breathed.
Dan hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them sharply down, so sharply that when he stood upright, his long thinnish cock smacked hard against his belly, leaving a glistening mark of precum beside his navel.
Dan stook back and looked down at me. "I knew it!" he laughed, "I fucking knew it!"
"What," I asked, looking briefly away from his oozing cock to see what he found so funny.
"I told Scott you were hung. He said you looked average in the showers. Gary thought you'd be big too, but Scott swore you didn't have that much."
"You guys talked about my dick?"
"I mean, we talk about everybody's dicks."
I laughed. "So it's okay? I guess I'm a grower."
"Yeah, buddy, you're a grower. You're so fucking hot!"
"You too," I said, meaning it. Years on the swim team and running cross country, a summer working as a lifeguard. I'll bet he could have anybody, man or woman, he wanted. I got bold. "Can I suck your cock?"
"Oh fuck, I've jerked off thinking about you sucking my dick since I started jerking off." He took a step closer to me as I raised onto my knees.
I took his heavy balls in my right hand to control his cock. It was probably 7 inches long, circumcised, and slightly tapered from the base to his large head. He curved slightly upwards, so I pulled his balls down and licked from beneath his dickhead, across the slit, and then around the tip of his cock.
Dan moaned in pleasure and put both hand on the side of my head. "Easy," he said, "take is slow at first."
I continued to lick Dan's slimy dickhead, and then his shaft, starting at the base, savoring the manly smell of his balls, licking the bottom of his cock from the base back to the head. Dan continued to hold my head, moaning and whispering encouragements.
I took his dick in my mouth, first just the head, then the first few inches, not much pressure, just up and down the shaft, using my tongue and lips. I held his balls firmly, pulling down for better access to his cock.
Dan's cock was leaking a steady stream of precum. Some was dripping down my chin and only my chest. When I pulled away to take a look at Dan and stroke his cock with my right hand, a long rope of precum connected his cock to my mouth. I looked up into Dan's eyes and licked my lips.
"I can't believe this is your first time," he said. "You're a natural."
"I've wanted to do this forever. For a long time, I tried to think of anything else. Once I accepted it, I've cum at least once a day thinking about sucking your dick."
"Keep going," he moaned.
"Lie down," I told him. I wanted a better angle.
As Dan got situated on his left hip facing me, I slid down his body. I pumped his cock with my left hand and wrapped my lips around his right nipple. He moaned as I swirled my tongue around his areola. My hand was wet around his cock.
I pushed Dan onto his back as I slid down his body. His cock rose straight up as I pulled his balls down, squeezing and massaging them. Back to sucking his dick.
I reached between Dan's legs and grabbed his right ass cheek, lifting him slightly so his dick was at a 45-degree angle. I again started with his dripping dickhead, licking it like it was a piece of candy. Dan writhed and squirmed as I teased the spot right below his slit, flicking my tongue back and forth and then wrapping it around the entire front of his dickhead.
Dan started to get more insistent, thrusting into my moth and holding my head firm. I'd never been harder in my life, I thought, as Dan slowly started fucking my throat. With long, slow strokes, Dan slid his dick all the way down my throat, until my nose was buried in his neatly trimmed bush, and then pulled it back until just my tongue lapped the tip of his cock. I was in bliss.
Dan continued to fuck my throat, holding me firm, his breathing getting heavier and more ragged. "I'm close," he said sooner than I wanted, and tried to pull out. I grabbed his ass cheek for leverage and drove down his cock until it was again buried in my throat, and continued to suck at the base of his shaft.
Suddenly, Dan's cock swelled, his body stiffened, and he yelled, "Oh fuck!" I felt the first shot of his cum hit the back of my throat and pulled back and continued to suck him, keeping his dickhead in the middle of my mouth. Shot after thick salty shot filled my mouth. It tasted different than mine, better because it was Dan's. I swallowed and kept sucking and then swallowed again, holding Dan's ass firmly to stop him from pulling out. He bucked and writhed and whimpered but I didn't let him out of my mouth. I continued to suck and swallow until Dan was exhausted.
Dan collapsed on his back, panting and covered sweat. I kept his cock in my mouth, slowly sucking up and down his still-hard shaft. Every little while, he'd squeeze out another little drop of cum or precum or whatever. I just kept sucking, stroking his balls and breathing in his manly scent.
"If you don't knock it off, I'm going to cum again."
"I may not see you for two years," I said. "You could cum ten more times tonight and it wouldn't be enough."
Dan laughed. "No, it's your turn. Lie back. I'm not a very good cocksucker, but I'm going to give you the best orgasm of your life."
We switched places, me on my back, Dan between my legs. He bent down and licked the tip of my cock. I had been oozing precum for an hour or more so when he pulled back, long strands came with him. Carefully he slid back my foreskin and continued to suck my head, lapping up the precum and getting used to my girth.
"I have a really strong gag reflex," he explained. "I'm going to use my hands more than my mouth. I want you to lay back and let me do the work. I'm going to worship your cock and I want you to watch."
I think I was harder now than when Dan came in my mouth. I could feel another pulse of precum, and Dan continued to pump the shaft of my cock. He reached up and tweaked my nipple. When I didn't react, he asked, "anything?" I shook my head. "Too bad. It's a huge turn on for some guys, not so much for others. We'll figure out what you like."
"Keep doing that," I moaned as Dan continued to slide his hand up and down my shaft. He wasn't touching my dickhead.
"Do you get too sensitive when your foreskin is back?" he asked?
"When I jerk off I normally don't pull it back, but it felt really fucking great when you were sucking my bare dickhead."
"Well then," said Dan, as he lowered his mouth onto my dick again. He started sucking my dickhead and pumping my shaft with his right hand. With his left, he cupped my balls and squeezed gently. I moaned and started thrusting a little with his rhythm. I didn't want to gag him, but I was used to a little more pressure than he was giving me.
Dan pulled back. "I'm in control right how. No thrusting, just lie back." I moaned in lust and frustration and Dan started again, mouth around my oozing dickhead and hands around my shaft and balls. He was going slower than I wanted, using less pressure, building me up. But each time I got close, he'd back off, slowing his pace, loosening his grip, lifting his mouth off my cock to look into my face. Every time he rose up, I looked down at his jutting, dripping cock and thought about sucking it again.
Dan continued to edge me, but I was getting close to the point of no return no matter what. Sensing that I was nearing orgasm, Dan pulled his mouth off my cock and let go of my balls. My precum covered his lips and chin, ropes of it connected his mouth to my swollen dick.
As he rose up, Dan gripped my cock just below the head with his right hand and slipped his left hand between my legs and under my balls. I thought he might try to slip a finger up my ass, but he stopped on the bump behind my balls and before my ass and started to massage my prostate with his first two fingers. He started to pump my cock at the same time, his index finger pushing my foreskin onto my slippery dickhead, sliding all the way back to the base, then up again. Up and down, up and down, slow and steady.
This was the best handjob I'd ever had—and I'd given myself plenty. Combined with the prostate massage and seeing Dan's ripped body and dripping cock towering above me, I moaned to tell Dan I was close. He sped up his masturbation and sent me over the edge. I didn't say anything intelligible, just gasped and screamed and shot at least seven distinct jets of cum over my chest and belly. I continued to dribble after the porn shots, and Dan continued to pump the cum out of me. His fingers between my legs set me on fire. He slipped down to tickle my pucker a little. I squirmed in shock and pleasure.
Dan slid down my body and began to nuzzle my dickhead, licking away the cum, pumping my shaft, and massaging my balls. It felt great but I wanted to kiss him. He let me do what I wanted so I didn't try to change his position, but I was so happy when he slid back up. I leaned over to kiss him and his eyes got wide. "You're not squicked out by tasking your own cum?" he asked.
"I don't care, and I really want to kiss you. Plus, if I get my way, you're going to cum in my mouth again soon, so I don't think it matters much whose cum I'm tasting."
He laughed. After using his tee shirt to mop the cup off my body, he leaned over to kiss me. I pulled him towards me and we were soon face to face, making out in our post-orgasm bliss. We were both still rock hard.
"I can't believe this," he said. "I've dreamed of this for so long. I never thought it would happen. I can't believe I spent years thinking you didn't like me because I'm gay, only to find out that you were avoiding me because you're gay and you like me."
"We're idiots," I sighed. "At lease we're not too late."
"Almost," Dan said. "You leave for New York in the morning. In a month I'll be on the other side of the world for two years converting the nonbelievers."
"What are we going to do?" I asked. "I'll wait for you. Two years isn't so long. I've waited 18 so far."
"You'd wait for me? To be with any other guys? For two years, for your first two years of college? That's too much."
"I'd do it," I said, meaning it. Earlier I'd told Dan I had a crush on him, but only because I did not want to frighten him. I was in love with him and had been for years. A few years wasn't too much to wait if that's what he wanted.
"No, it's not fair to you. It's not realistic. I want you to have as many experiences as I have, to learn what you like and what you don't like."
"As many experiences' as you've had? Have you had a lot of experiences?" Dan knew I wasn't jealous, just curious.
"Gary and I fumbled around until we figured out the basics, and then we got pretty good at them. Scott had some experience from when he lived in L.A. before he moved up here, so I learned some more from him. This summer at the resort, I've been . . . expanding my horizons. We're not allowed to mess around with the guests, but there's a gay hookup area near the campground down the road. And I've found ways around the resort's policy. You should have that experience too, get it out of your system. Plus my guess is that there are some Elders I may meet on my mission or some Kiwis who I might need to help convert." He smiled, a little sadly, I thought.
I nodded, knowing he was right but wishing we could stay together for longer than a night.
We were awake most of the night kissing, sucking, and jerking each other off. We'd cum, and doze, and wake up, and make out, and cum, until the sun began to rise and the birds woke us up for good. We woke spooned together, me the big spoon, Dan the little spoon. I wanted to stay like that forever.
My hard cock was wedged between Dan's legs. The last time we'd cum, maybe an hour before dawn, I was thrusting along his crack, Dan arching his back against me. He'd begged me to fuck him, but we didn't have any lube and it felt like I was tearing off my foreskin trying to get my dick into his tight hole. No amount of precum or spit helped. I'd simulated the fuck by thrusting my dickhead against his prostate and jerking him off at the same time. We came at the same time and fell asleep glued together. It was the next best thing to actually fucking, or so I thought at the time.
"Let's see if we can sneak up to my bedroom before my parents wake up," I suggested. If we were quiet, I might be able to fuck Dan in the shower. But we didn't have any luck. My dad was in the kitchen making coffee when we came into the house.
"Morning, boys. You're up early. How'd you sleep?" he asked with a hearty smile.
"Rough night, Dad. Mosquitos and then the birds." I grumbled. "We're going to go shower, be back down in a few." I hope my dad didn't wonder why we were both wearing our cum-crusted shirts inside out.
"Okay, son. The coffee will be done by the time you're done. Dan, the guest shower down here is all set up. Why don't you use that one while Jon cleans up in his bedroom?"
Fuck. "Thanks, Mr. McGee." Without looking back, Dan turned down the hall towards the guest bath while I trudged up to my bedroom alone.
Next: Cottagecore: Road Trip Chapter 2 – Bryce
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