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It was the summer of my eighteenth year. My parents had rented a cabin in the mountains. If I'd had a choice I'd have stayed in the city. I missed my friends, my bicycle and the television. I wasn't much of a reader either so, by the end of the third day, I was bored to death. A few days later another family moved into the nearest cabin, about a quarter mile down the road. I was saved. They had a son, Kevin, who was my age. We hit it off immediately. I guess we were a lot alike. He said they'd spent the previous summer there, too, and he was so bored he almost died. After those fast few days I could certainly understand that. Kevin and I got in the habit of getting up early, packing a lunch, and going on all day hikes. One day we found a spot we really liked that wasn't far from the cabins so we’d just go there each day, spend the whole day talking, and then go back home. As I look back, I feel as though Kevin planned it all from the beginning. He brought the blanket so we could "lie in the sun'. The next day he suggested we strip to our underwear so our legs would, get tan. A couple of days later it was his idea we "get really daring" and get all-over tans. As night follows day, he led the conversation to sex and "jerking off'. Then, one day, it was no longer just conversation and Kevin masturbated right there in front of me. The next day, we both took matters in hand—and the next, and the next. Soon, we were rushing to our spot where we’d spend the entire day with our cocks in our respective hands. Whether through naiveté or stupidity, I thought of us as just two boys messing around. I continued to think of us in that way until one day late in the summer. The day was almost over as we lay there drained from countless cumming. "Once more before we go?" I asked, reaching down to urge my tender cock to life. Kevin turned to me. After so many days I was still unprepared for what followed. "Would you let me beat you off?" It really hadn't crossed my mind and I was surprised at how fast I agreed. Kevin propped himself up on one elbow and reached out for my already hardening cock. A whole new depth of sensation washed over me as Kevin's fingers wrapped themselves around my aching flesh. As drained as I was, I knew immediately that Kevin's manipulations mould not be in vain. As he stroked me with ever increasing speed I began to moan and writhe and clutch spasmodically at the blanket beneath us. When the moment arrived and my warm cream began spurting from my swollen cockhead, Kevin felt no compunction to stop and pumped on through my feeble pleas of protest 'til I could cum no more. I lay there whimpering and gasping, my semen puddled on my belly. Then Kevin did, what seemed to me, the strangest thing. He suspended himself above me as though at the top of a push-up and lowered himself 'til the tip of his own hard cock dipped into my cum. For half a minute or so he moved his hips ever so slightly as though stirring my batter with his cock. Suddenly, he stiffened and his cum spurted out and mixed with mine. Drained, Kevin lowered his knees astride my hips and our limp, sticky cocks nestled together. He lowered his face to mine. In my innocence, I thrilled to the feeling of his tongue as it slid wetly across my lips, not realizing it was seeking permission to enter—permission I gladly would have given. Kevin suddenly went cold and hurriedly dressed. We walked back in silence. When we hit the road we turned our separate ways. The next morning I waited at our rendezvous point but he didn't show I ran to his cabin. It was empty. I'm sure he knew the previous day would be his last but he hadn't told me. Our family returned to the mountains the next year His did not. I'm thirty now. I'm married and have a family. Every summer we go to the mountains to the same cabin my parents rented. Stupid as it seems, I always get up early and walk to that little clearing and wait about fifteen minutes before returning. Maybe some day, Kevin will be there.
