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I spent every summer with my grandparents on Washington Island, where they rent out cottages and rooms overseeing the water front over the bay of Green Bay. My parents both worked at UW-Madison and even though we lived just a block from Lake Monona, it just couldn't compare to Lake Michigan. Maybe it was the surrounding of the city, maybe it was the different size of both lakes. Or maybe it was my grandparents, who spent way more time with me than my parents. But I loved every summer I spent there and really looked forward to it every time. I didn't even mind that I had to help out for a couple of hours every day.
The weekend after my 15th birthday my dad drove me to my grandparents. This was the last summer he would do it, as next year I'd have my own license - and hopefully, my own car. He too spent a couple of nights, but after he left, I had the room to myself for almost 4 weeks. I didn't know anybody on the Island besides my grandparents and a handful of people, none close to me in age though. But as I had no trouble getting familiar with new people, I spent alot of time with children from families staying at my grandparents. Even though most of them were younger than me, occasionally there would be someone close to me in age.
During the second week, I met the most georgous boy I had ever seen. I knew that I was gay for a few years and outed myself to both my parents and grandparents two summers ago. Noone was particularly happy but neither loved me less, but from time to time they said things like that I might be going through a phase or something. Anyways, I was just helping my grandpa re-paint a cottage as grandma called me inside the registry. Having worked directly in the sun, I had tossed my shirt and was glancing from sweat. As I stepped inside, I saw him and honest to god, I grew hard then and there. He stared at me wide-eyed and I at him for a few seconds until I realized my Grandma asked me to help the family with their luggage. The second thing I realized was that my wood could probably be seen as I had no shirt hanging over my shorts and I quickly grabbed a few pieces of luggage and ran outside towards their cottage.
The family, a man and woman in their early fourties, I guessed, a girl of maybe five and gorgeous, who looked my age, followed. As the woman opened the door I realized I had not even introduced myself and after putting down their luggage, I introduced myself and apologized, trying to convince them - and myself - that working in the sun must have gotten to me and that I probably needed to grab a drink. Gorgeous looked at me, peeking at my bulge.
"Maybe we grab a drink then later, Josh," he said with a sheepish smile.
I blushed and stammered: "Maybe."
I asked if they needed anything else. As the parents both declined, gorgeous let me out the door.
"By the way, my name is Brodie. Nice to have met you, Josh."
I went back to painting with grandpa. After maybe an hour, something cold was pressed against my back. I jumped and turned around, looking at Brodie, wearing only board shorts and flip flops, offering me a can.
"Sorry sir, I didn't bring you any," he said towards my grandpa before turning back to me. "Hope you like Coke."
I nooded as grandpa told me that if I wanted, I could go hang out with my new friend as we were almost done anyways.
"Great," said Brodie. "You could show me the beach."
"Sure!"
Grandpa told me I should go wash up and change first. Without thinking or saying another word, I walked towards the main house. Brodie followed my silently and just a few sips from the Coke later, we were standing inside my room.
"Oh, thanks for the Coke."
"No worries. Don't get me wrong but are you always that weird around new people?"
"Oh, ahm, no, not really. I think the sun really got to me."
"Or the lack of blood in your brain," smirked Brodie as he pointed at my midsection.
I looked down and realized my hardon. I blushed.
"But don't worry about it, even though my parents probably think you're some kind of freak, I don't."
He ran his fingers over his shorts, showing me the outlines of his own boner. I was relieved, at least slightly. Suddenly, Brodie pulled his shorts down and stepped completely out of them, revealing his hardon to my eyes. I had seen a few boners before, even played with some, but his looked perfect. It looked to be 5 1/2 inches, not the biggest I had seen but also by far not the smallest, with big, low hanging balls. He took a sip from his Coke as I stared at him.
"If you tell me you're not gay, you're in serious denial."
"I am gay."
"So why don't you drop your shorts than and let me see what you barely hide inside."
I took another sip of Coke and swallowed. Slowly, I lowered my shorts and stepped out of them, revealing my nakedness - and boner - to Brodies eyes. He quickly looked at my boner before drinking out his can of Coke and putting the can on the cupboard to his left.
"Thought you have a nice one. You'd ever fucked or been fucked?"
"No."
He smiled.
"Wanna try?"
I couldn't say a word and just nodded. Brodie pulled two condoms and a small bottle of lube from his shorts and sat down on my bed. I followed and sat right next to him. He put his hands on my head and pulled me towards him, becoming the first boy to ever kiss me. Too quickly for my taste he stopped.
"Ever put a finger up your hole?"
I nodded.
"Two?"
Nodded again.
"Did you like it?"
Another nod.
"How about letting me be your first then?"
I didn't even think and nodded.
"Lie down on your back and spread your legs."
I did and mere seconds later, I felt Brodies finger pushing against my hole. I relaxed and it sank into me easily.
"You played with toys, didn't you?"
I blushed.
"Naughty!"
With that, a second finger quickly sank into me. Without waiting, Brodie started to finger fuck me, losening my hole. He placed his free hand on my 6 incher and softly stroked over it faintly. If he kept that up too long, I'd cream all over me in no time. But he didn't. I looked at him after he pulled out his fingers and saw him rolling a condom over his boner and lubing it thoroughly. Brodie stepped in between me, put his boner into position and didn't wait. He pushed inside and his hardon easily sank into me inch after inch. I expected some pain, or at least discomfort, but all I felt was very intense horniness.
I felt Brodie against my butt and realized, all of his hardon was now inside me. He looked at me and smiled.
"You up for some pounding?"
"I guess."
He immediately started to withdraw himself in a quick motion before pushing back in as quickly. He repeated his motions, then again and again. Brodie was indeed pounding my ass, and in contrast to my imagination, I not only liked this hard fucking it but loved it. Brodie looked down at me and smiled.
"How you feeling?"
"Great!"
"You're one tough bitch for a virgin."
"Thanks, I guess."
He pulled out and ordered me to turn over. I did willingly, wanting his hardon back in me, and positioned myself on all fours as asked. Brodie didn't wait and re-entered my hole quickly, immediately starting to fuck me again. Brodie started to moan softly as his hardon pounded my ass. I was horny myself and grabbed my precum covered boner. I started to wank myself furiously and was ready to explode in mere seconds.
"I'm....I'm close," was all I could say.
The first shot of my cum sprayed onto the covers while I involuntaringly moaned quite loudly. Brodie didn't slow down and still pounded my hole as I kept shooting several spurts. I had never had such an intense orgasm, shooting at least 5 or 6 thick spurts and the guy helping me reach this point kept just fucking me like nothing had happend. I didn't know what I was expecting but Brodie's ignorance of my orgasmic high definitely let me wonder. Suddenly, he pulled out again.
"Get back on your back!"
I thought about protesting, feeling used, but still turned around, lying down on the fresh cum stains on my covers. Brodie took my left leg and pulled it over my body, rotating my hips. He quickly re-entered my hole but instead of pounding me he slowly pulled out almost his whole length and pushed back in as slowly. I looked into his face, his eyes were closed and he moaned deeply. I guessed he was getting close but he didn't say anything, keeping his slow but steady rhythm. Lying there, I was quite sure this had been a bad idea.
After a while, Brodie picked up some speed before collapsing on top of me under loud moans. I guess this ment he had just shot. He lied there before opening his eyes and pulling out.
"Thanks, I needed that."
"You're welcome, I guess."
I wasn't too subtle sounding quite pissy.
"Probably not the way you wanted to remember your first time."
"Probably not."
"If you want to, you could still fuck me in a few."
"Maybe another time."
He pulled the condom off and cleaned himself with my covers. Not that I didn't have to change them, but it wasn't really gentleman like. Brodie got up and pulled on his shorts and stepped into his flip flops. He walked towards the door, looking over.
"Thanks again."
With that, he rushed out of my door.
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