It was early June in 1969. I had just completed my freshman year of college at S. U. N. Y. Albany, and I was back home in Brooklyn to spend the summer. I ran into my old high school friend Larry. He had gone to college in Pennsylvania, and it was good to see him. We bull shitted for a while about our respective colleges, and about our old high school friends and acquaintances.
As we talked, Larry mentioned that he has seen our friend Brian earlier that day. I tried not to reveal to Larry, how excited I was to hear that Brian was back in the neighborhood. To me, Brian was the epitome of young manhood.
Brian had been my favorite jerk off fantasy since Junior High School. And, I hadn't seen Brian for the last several months, as he had dropped out of college after his first semester, and moved to Florida, to stay with his grandparents.
I knew that I was attracted to other guys, but I did not reveal my homosexuality to my friends or family. I basically lived a totally straight lifestyle, except that I did not date. But my friends were all into sports, and there was not that much dating going on, in my group of friends, anyway. Therefore, I don't think that it was obvious to anyone that I was gay.
Larry suggested that we go see if Brian was home. As we walked the couple of blocks to Brian's house, I was feeling that old tingling feeling in my cock and in my whole body, that I got when I was near a really hot looking guy. I was excited about seeing Brian after all these months. I was so turned on by him that he had become an obsession to me. And knowing that I might be seeing him in a few minutes got me really excited.
It seemed that every time I saw Brian, he was better developed and hotter looking than the last time. At nineteen, Brian was five feet ten inches tall, one hundred sixty-five pounds, with very straight silky blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. He had a hard lean surfer type body with a clean shaven angelic face, and a killer smile. But straight, and as far as I knew, totally unavailable to me.
My desire for Brian was so great that I would do anything to get him. But I was totally repressed and afraid to admit my true feelings to my friends. I was a horny, frustrated eighteen year old who needed a hard cock to suck and I desperately wanted it to be Brian's.
Larry and I walked the two blocks to Brian's house and rang his door bell. His mom greeted us the door and called upstairs to Brian to let him know that we were there. He yelled down for us to come upstairs to the attic. His mom explained that since Brian had moved back home from Florida, he had converted the attic into an apartment and moved his room up there. As we walked up the stairs, my heart was beating very fast, in anticipation of seeing Brian. It sounded so loud to me, that I thought that Larry could hear it too.
As we entered the beaded curtain doorway that Brian had set up, I saw him standing there, with that hot sexy grin on his face. His smile made my heart melt, and my cock begin to stir in my pants. Brian was wearing sandals, a white T-shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his well developed biceps, and a pair of tight faded blue jeans bell bottoms, that showed off his lean, hard athletic body. I couldn't help myself from glancing down to the bulge in his crotch, that was holding the object of my deepest desires. I had seen Brian naked at times, as we had been in the Boy Scouts together, and shared tents and bunks on overnight hikes and camping trips. But I never saw his cock fully erect, and I never got to touch it other than "goosing" sessions that we all had together. We would try to grope each other as a joke. Well, maybe a joke to the others in our group, but I remembered every detail of Brian's dick.
Brian had allowed his straight blonde hair to grow down his back, and had it tied in a pony tail. He greeted us with the popular hippy handshake of grasping hands and intertwining our thumbs together and we hugged each other.
I loved every opportunity that I had to touch any part of Brian's body. He had set up his room with large pillows and bean bags on the floor, and rock posters on the walls. He asked Larry and I if we wanted to get stoned with him. I had only started smoking pot a few months earlier, during my freshman year at college, and I was beginning to enjoy the effects of grass. We all readily agreed to smoke as Brian took out his bong water pipe, and filled it with some pot from a plastic bag on the table. The pot was stronger than I had smoked at college, and we all got very high.
Brian had a fan in the front window of the attic, but no air conditioning. It was a warm June afternoon, and Brian commented on how hot it was as he casually removed his white T-shirt, revealing his smooth, tan lean hard chest. I think that I started to drool as I stared at his naked upper body.
Brian had the stereo blasting the Doors and Jimi Hendrix music, as we shared bong hits and kept getting higher and higher. I settled back in my bean chair and glanced through the smoke to observe my handsome friend's body. Brian was laying back on his bed with his eyes closed, grooving to the sounds coming from the stereo. He had his head on his pillow, with his hands behind his head. I could see the small tufts of light brownish blonde hair in Brian's armpits. I also stared at his naked torso.
Brian didn't work out with weights, but just had a very naturally athletic body. There was no other hair visible on his body until my eyes followed a trail down below his navel, where I saw a thin line of hair, that was slightly darker than his armpit hair. That line of hair went into the top of his faded blue jeans. I could see the bulge of his cock in his jeans, and I think he looked like he was getting somewhat aroused, as he commented that smoking pot always made him horny. He missed his girlfriend Jill, who lived in Florida. I continued to look, as Brian casually adjusted his crotch.
Larry was sitting on a big pillow on the other end of the floor. He just kept saying how incredibly stoned he was, and did not see me checking out Brian's sexy, semi-clad body. We remained in our positions for the next half hour or so, just enjoying the music, being high, and at least for me, enjoying the view, being a few feet from my idol, Brian.
We got into a talkative mood later and we all talked about our years at college, and in Brian's case, his life in Florida with his grand parents. He told us that his girlfriend Jill was actually an older married woman, who lived in the same complex as his grandparents. She was twenty-eight, and was married to a rich older guy who was often away on business.
Brian reached to his back pocket for his wallet, and pulled out a color photograph of Jill that he showed to Larry and me. She was a hot looking brunette, posing in a bikini on the beach in Florida. Brian was very proud of his "older" lady friend. He told us how she seduced him on the beach, and brought him back to her house, and about the wild passionate sex that they had together. Brian was quite proud, and I was quite jealous. Of that lady who was getting to be fucked by Brian, and who got to suck his cock whenever she wanted.
The topic of conversation changed, and Larry was talking about the car that his parents had bought him. We decided to take a weekend camping trip together. We had all been in the boy scouts together, and still had the tents, sleeping bags, and other camping gear. We were talking about different spots to check out, when it came to Brian. He smiled and told us that he had spent weekends, when he was younger with his grandfather at Lake George, in the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York. Brian said that his grandfather always referred to Lake George as God's country.
I was working at a summer job, as was Larry, so we had to take our trip on a weekend. We decided to look into it, and try to go away as soon as possible.
As I walked home from Brian's house, I was very stoned, and could only think about how sexy Brian had looked, and I wondered if we would actually go away on the camping trip to Lake George. I really hoped so, as it would be an opportunity to spend more time with my idol, and to see him wearing very little clothing up at the lake.
I did not see Brian again during the week, but Larry called me on Wednesday night, and asked if I could go with them Saturday morning. I said yes, and the trip was going to take place, after all. Larry and Brian had all the camping gear, and I met them on Saturday morning at 6:00 A.M., and our journey began. I did not yet have my driver's license, so Larry and Brian shared the driving. Brian broke out a rolled joint, and we got high in the car. It was a beautiful day and I was stoned and happy to be spending a whole weekend with Brian.
We arrived at Lake George in the early afternoon, and Brian made all of the arrangements regarding renting a motor boat and reserving a camping spot on one of the little islands in the middle of the giant lake. We boated out to our private little island and set up out tents, and then changed into swim suits. Larry and I wore boxer type swim trunks, but Brian came out in a little red "Speedo" type suit. It was not as tight as Speedo's are today, but it was a very brief, form fitting bright red suit, that revealed most of Brian's sexy young naked body, and only his mid section was covered. But I could see his soft but very distinct cock bulge resting below the red clinging cloth. Boy, did I have that tingling, turned on feeling running through my body. I could not take my eyes off of Brian.
We went out on the lake, and Brian and Larry had water skis, and I mostly observed. We spent the whole afternoon swimming and water skiing. Late in the afternoon, we returned to the camp site and built a fire to prepare a grill for typical camping trip dinner of hamburgers, baked beans and baked potatoes. We had also brought a few six packs of beer, that we had tied up and chilled in the lake all afternoon. Brian once again broke out his fine stash of pot, and we all got very stoned. The evening temperature remained warm, and although Larry and I had changed, Brian remained dressed in only his tiny red swim suit. I wasn't complaining.
Larry was exhausted from driving, the sun, the beer and the smoke, and he fell asleep shortly after sun down. Brian and I decided to explore our little island. He wore his sandals over his bare feet, but that was his only cover in addition to the red swim suit. It was a tiny island, and we reached the other side in only a few minutes. As we sat on some rocks near the shore, we rolled another joint, and smoked as we looked out over beautiful Lake George. The moon was full, and the reflection was haunting against the still waters of the lake.
We were both silently enjoying our moments with nature, when Brian sat down next to me on a rock that I was sitting on. It was not a large bolder, and I could feel Brian's bare thigh rub against my bare leg, as I was wearing cut off dungarees shorts. No words were spoken as I felt the heat of Brian's smooth thigh rub against my flesh. My head was buzzing, and my dick was getting hard. After a few minutes, Brian put his face next to mine, and said in a very low voice.
"Smoking grass always makes me very horny." I did not respond. He continued, "I really miss Jill," (referring to his twenty-eight year old girlfriend from Florida). Brian then whispered right into my ear. "Jill used to give me head right on the beach at night. I really miss getting my dick sucked when I'm high. I sure could use a blow job right now."
The buzzing in my head was getting louder and louder. I wanted to reach out and touch Brian, but all of my inhibitions were holding me back. Brian made it easy for me.
"You really like me, don't you Michael?", Brian whispered to me. He then stood up and walked directly over to the rock that I was sitting on. His crotch was inches from my face, and the bulge was definitely growing in the center of that red swim suit. "Come on, Mike," he said in a soft sexy voice.
"I know you want it." I could only nod my head in the affirmative.
Brian moved in even closer, and I could smell the musk of his balls, right through the translucent red material. Brian grabbed the back of my head and pushed his crotch into my face. I needed no further invitation. I had given two blow jobs before, but this was the one that I had always dreamed about. I pulled the red cloth down to Brian's ankles. He stepped out of them and was now naked except for the sandals on his feet,
I looked up to see his naked body before me. I had been staring at him all day, but he was so much more magnificent in all of his glory. His cock was seven inches of semi erect blonde boy dick. I quickly swallowed his cock in my mouth. Brian moaned, and I felt his cock grow to a full erection in my throat. I began to gag, and had to back off.
"Take it slow and easy, Mike," Brian whispered. "Suck my cock," please Mike, "suck my cock." I regained my composure and began to suck again. I looked up and saw Brian's beautiful firm young body, and his boyish, handsome face in the light of the full moon. He truly was a beautiful specimen, with his long blonde hair flowing freely in the night air, and his sun tanned smooth muscular young body panting in sexual excitement. Brian really needed to have his cock sucked. I reached around to hold on to his firm young butt cheeks, as he inserted his perfect seven inch cock down my throat.
We built a rhythm of his thrusting and my swallowing. I began to get teary eyed from the pounding that his hard cock was giving my throat. But I did not complain and accepted his rock hard cock deep in my throat. I wrapped my right fist around the base of his spit soaked cock, and gave him a combination blow job/hand job. I was getting an unbelievable feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction, as I gave my handsome straight buddy the blow job of his young life. A few minutes later, Brian began to tremble, and he started to moan. "I'm gonna cum, do you want me to cum in your mouth"? I mumbled, "yes, yes yes."
"Here it comes buddy! Brian moaned, as I felt him explode in my mouth. I had swallowed the first few shots without even tasting his sperm. But I released his shaft from my throat to fill my mouth with Brian's load of cum. I sucked and swallowed every drop of his precious fluids. It tasted tangy and wonderful and his perfect cock slowly began to soften in my mouth.
"Thanks buddy," Brian said as he grinned down at me. He gave me that killer smile of his, as he rubbed my hair and said, "This will be our little secret, Mike." I had a very content look on my face, as I looked up and nodded in agreement. "Thanks for helping out a friend," Brian said, as he bent down to pull his little red swim suit back over his crotch.
"Let's head back to the campsite, Mike," he said. I stood up and silently walked back to the area of the island where our tent was pitched. I was hoping that this would be the beginning of a new and exciting phase of my friendship with Brian. But as things turned out, it was only a one time blow job.
We returned home to Brooklyn the next morning, and I found out a few weeks later that Brian did not like living with his parents, and had moved back to Florida. Perhaps to be with Jill, or maybe just to be on his own. As it happens, I never saw Brian again after that weekend. But Brian's grandfather was right. Lake George was God's Country. I got to worship my God on an island of Lake George.