Gay Love Begins and Lasts

As I sat back on the porch of the cottage on a hot August evening, I remembered those lazy days twenty years ago when I was eighteen and met Mack. The hot breeze of the evening fanned my face and added to the erotic moment. I daydreamed about our encounter and could almost feel his heat, his body close to mine.

That summer, I was getting ready for University and had come up to spend a few days at my folks summer cottage. A little swimming and fishing would rest me up and prepare me for the work ahead. I was alone at the house as my parents were away for the month, so I had the whole place and lake to myself. A few days into my holiday, I decided to go fishing. There is a river at the entrance of the lake and my Dad and I would often go fishing on hot days. This particular day was extremely hot, unusually so for this time of year. I pulled on my red speedo, cut-offs and long boots before heading out. I always get excited by the boots, for some reason they turn me on. I wore the long black boots that came up to my crotch and were held by suspenders over my shoulders. The river was deep enough to necessitate such wear.

I finally reached the spot and got my gear ready. I then headed out to the middle of the river and started my afternoon of fishing. The skye was clear and the sun was hot. I had taken off my t-shirt and cut-offs. The water hugged my hips sensuously and I was looking forward to spending a quiet afternoon. A few minutes later, I had the feeling that I was not alone. I looked up and saw a young man farther up in the stream. He had just arrived and as he saw me spot him, he waved. I waved back and tried to get a good look at him. He was older then me and had a great body, as far as I could tell. He wore a t-shirt, cut-offs and, yes, he was wearing the same type of boots. He began undressing and soon was standing with only a white jockstrap on: I thought for sure that I was mistaking but no, he was wearing a jockstrap.

He was surely going to pull on a swimsuit but again, no, he just pulled on his boots and headed out in the stream. Needless to say, my mind was already reeling from the sight and my imagination went into overdrive. My cock had grown somewhat and my pouch was quite enlarged: I even had some precum leaking out of my piss-slit. I could tell that the man was quite well endowed by the size of his pouch which seemed also to be growing although, being quite a distance from each other, I merely thought it was my imagination going wild.

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I put my mind back on the fishing and tried to calm all the desires that were welling up inside me. I had known for some time that I was different, that my feelings were not the same as the others in my classes. I was not attracted to girls but easily got an erection whenever I saw an attractive guy. My fantasies were not about women but about men and their cocks. So far my experience had been with my faithful hand. I was too scared to try anything else and heck, I didn't even know where to look.

Whenever I could, I would steal glances at the hunk upstream. He stood with legs wide apart and threw his line like and expert, but it wasn't the fishingrod I was looking at but the rod between his legs. At one point, I noticed that he was looking my way quite often also. Once again the hormones took hold and my dick started stretching itself in my swimsuit. I was annoyed as I was sure it showed since it stood straight out and being normally endowed, one could not help noticing. I shut my eyes trying to get rid of these feelings but the images in my head were giving me no rest. I shot a glance upstream hoping that the man had not noticed my situation.

I almost gasped at the sight: he also had a roaring hard on and his cock stretched the jockstrap pouch straight out. By now I was panting and my cock, now fully erect, throbbed for release. The man then waved to me, motioning me to come over. I hesitated for a second but gave in to the call. I walked out of the river, left my fishingrod on the ground beside my clothes and walked up to where he was. He smiled and again motioning me to come and join him in the water. I slowly made my way to where he was standing and stopped a few feet away from him. We just stared into each other's eyes and I could feel the hunger in his. I had no doubt that he read mine just as easily.

He folded his rod and threw it to shore. Luckily, it fell on the grass. As I looked back at him, I saw that he had moved a bit closer to me. Looking down, I noticed that our cocks were inches away from touching. I saw his organ throb and mine jumped at the thought of touching another cock, feeling another man's tool carress mine.

The water rushed by us as we stood in the middle of the river. My tits were rock hard, as were his, and the straps holding up my boots were creating a friction there that was extraordinary. The man then arched his hips and our cockheads touched. I closed my eyes for a few seconds as the feelings were now intense, so intense I thought for a second that I might cum that very moment. My cock only throbbed and a gob of precum leaked out. My own hips arched and we stood there just jabbing our cockheads against each other. I let out a loud moan, surprised that my voice could be that throaghty.

He growled his pleasure. I just had to feel more of him and so stepped in closer bringing our crotches together. Our cocks found their way between our bellies, both standing up straight, red swimsuit against white jockstrap. My hands found his ass as his pinched my oversensitive tits sending shockwaves all over my body. I pulled him in closer, grinding our crotches together and, as if naturally, our mouths met. His tongue slid out of his mouth and teasing my lips, pried them open to find my own hot wet tongue waiting. They were quickly dueling as our hips slowly rubbed against each other. I felt dizzy as the blood pounded my head and whole body as if I was on fire.

The excitement was too much and in a very short while I came. My whole body tensed and I rammed my cock into his crotch as I shot a thick load of cum into my swimsuit. Almost matching me, the hunk slammed himself into me and I felt his cock unload. Very quickly we came back to earth. I was surprised we had not fallen into the water. As we moved apart, I looked down to see my swimsuit with a large dark spot at the front and his jockstrap dripping with cum. He grabbed my head and brought our mouths together once again. The he whispered into my ear about going to the edge of the river and spend some time together.

We walked to the side and climbed onto the bank. I threw myself down onto the cool grass and he lay down beside me. His hands carressed my chest and arms as we lay there catching our breath. It didn't take long before my cock was erect once again. I brought my hand to his crotch to find him willing and ready also. He leaned over and kissed me once again, this time with tenderness our tongues lazily slid against each other as they traded places between his mouth and mine. One of his hands played with my tits but he soon replaced his fingers with his tongue as he inched his way down my body. As he reached my swimsuit, he lifted it up and set my throbbing cock free. His tongue flicked at my swollen cockhead which made me moan out loudly. And then, in one swift movement he swallowed my whole cock down to the root as his nose was buried in my crotch hair. His tongue sent shivvers through my body as it played with the shaft, glans and piss-slit. He then released my cock and attacked my balls, first one then the other in his mouth.

My legs were spread wide and I was bucking my hips in time to his movements. After an interminable period, he sat up and pulling down my boot straps, took off my boots and then my swimsuit leaving me completely naked in the grass. Before he continued, I pulled him to me and getting on top of him started kissing his face, neck, tits, belly-button and then I reached his jockstrap. I could smell the musk from our first ejaculation. I mouthed his cock through the jockstrap and tasted for the first time a man's cum. I set his cock free and looking at the beauty of his engorged tool, I opened up my mouth and took it. It tasted wonderful and I felt it throb in my mouth. I soon got the hang of sucking and my head bobbed up and down his love tool. He moaned out loud and spread his legs even wider. I let his cock go and undressed him quickly.

We were now both completely naked. I looked at his beautiful body and rolled on top of him pressing our bodies together, our cocks trapped together between our bellies. We kissed as our hips slammed together over and over. This time I could feel his naked cock against mine, his precum mixing with my own and our balls mashed together between our legs. Again the excitement was so great that I was about ready to cum. I listened to his moans and matched his so that we were breathing together and moaning together. Our hips were going quicker and our tongues were having an orgy of their own. Our moans grew louder and in a short while our hips slammed together as our cocks exploded at the same time sending load after load of hot cum onto our bellies.

This was the beginning of a wonderful friendship which lasted ten years.

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