Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (24 page)

“
Me either
,
Russ, thanks for making it nice for both of us.
”

As I sat up and looked around toward the lake
,
I caught sight of my little friend from my first visit poking his head out from under the log.
“
Damn
…
busted by a chipmunk.
”

Russ looked at me with a puzzled expression and then smiled as he said
,
“
He probably thinks we
’
re nuts.
”

Gathering our stuff, we headed back down to the lake shore, looking forward to a cooling dip that would jolt us back to reality.

After our swim in the chilly water, we rested on the sand, getting our breath back.

Russ had a worried look on his face as he spoke
, “
Donny, please don
’
t ever tell anyone about what we just did up on the rock. I was so desperate; I weaken
e
d when I felt the softness of your naked ass in my hands; you seemed so willing. Please understand
…
it won
’
t happen again. I
’
m not gay, Donny, and I don
’
t think you are either. We were just two guys who needed some release. Your dad would kill me if he knew I had seduced his son; Jack, Mark and Bruce would probably throw my ass out of the group.
”

Taking his hand in mine, I gave it a gentle squeeze and said
,
“
You didn
’
t seduce me, I wanted it as bad as you did. Don
’
t worry, what happened up there is our secret, but if you ever feel the need again, just ask me to take a walk. I
’
ll understand.
”

He looked relieved and gave me a sweet and grateful smile as we rose from the sand and headed back to the cabin. I
’
d scored again. Would Jack and Marc be so easy?

Meanwhile, there was a lot of work to be done
,
and I was busting to get going on Project PROSAGE.

It was Friday already. The time had flown by
,
and a hell of a week it had been, but we had hardly started. Today, Marc was going to walk me through the housekeeping routine up at the bunkhouse.

My main responsibilities would be to keep the place spotlessly clean. Linens and towels would have to be washed at least twice a week or more depending on how sloppy our guests were.

Fortunately, there was a small guest laundry facility in addition to the commercial units I would use. They could wash their own stuff if necessary.

All of the appliances were top of the line, even a built-in vacuum system. Marc explained how everything worked in the kitchen even though I would not have to do much actual cooking. Russ would be on hand to do most of the prep
,
and my job would be setting up and serving. Almost every meal would be made up primarily of gourmet-quality frozen prepared products.

Each evening there would be a cocktail hour starting at 6
:00
pm
,
which I would host. My bartending skills were nil
,
so Marc gave me a book and video put out by
Old Mr. Boston.
It would give me the basics. He had made up a schedule of duties for me to follow and gave me a lot of encouragement that I would do just fine.

“
Just be your sweet, charming self
,
Donny. The guys will love you. Just remember, they are each paying $3,500 for their week up here. We want
‘
em to feel that they
’
re getting their money
’
s worth.
”
A
nd he gave me a little slap on my behind.

What was that all about?

My mind started spinning. What would they expect from their experience? Dad had said he would fill me in on the details of the PROSAGE program, and Jack was going to give me a hands-on training session with the device. This was either going to be a fun or frustrating week.

As the guys had suggested, I set myself up in the staff bedroom at the bunkhouse. Even though there was a week to go before the program started, I might as well get used to the place.

Back at the cabin that night,
D
ad sat down with me and explained the program.

The first day, each man would get a physical, an evaluation of their condition and counseling. Dietary recommendations would be made as well. This would be followed by a massage therapy period conducted by Jack. The rest of the day could be spent any way they chose. On the second day, they would be introduced to the PROSAGE device. That would be
D
ad
’
s job. The rest of the week would follow pretty much the same schedule minus the physical. If the program proved to be successful, the plan was to continue with
D
ad as Medical Director
,
and a professional staff would be assembled for a full
-
time operation during the spring, summer and fall months. During the winter, an in-town
,
outpatient service would be offered.

Saturday
–
t
his was a lazy day that we all could use to do whatever we felt needed to be done. I decided to spend some time up at the bunkhouse
,
getting familiar with the various toys that would be available to my guests.

The pool table occupied my time for about an hour then into the spa followed by some steam. By late afternoon
,
I was limp as a rag and probably dehydrated from the dry sauna.

Dragging my tired ass back through the kitchen to my new room, I flopped out on my queen sized bed and immediately dozed off.

The sound of a door closing woke me up. Looking at the clock, it seemed that about
two
h
ou
rs had passed. Jack
’
s voice from the kitchen got me fully awake.

“
Donny, you in here? It
’
s Jack. We
’
re wonderin
’
what happened to you.
”

“
In my room
,
Jack. I kinda overdid the steam, spa and sauna and just about passed out. What
’
s up?
”

He appeared in the doorway wearing some denim cutoffs and a bright yellow
“
Jack
’
s Jym
”
athletic shirt and looking very tasty even to my blurry eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed, and gripping my shoulder, gave me a gentle shake.

“
C
’
mon guy, get your ass up and back to the cabin, it
’
s almost dinner time and we
’
re wait
’
n for you. Why don
’
t ya take a cool shower and you
’
ll feel better. I
’
ll see ya
’
back there.
”

After he left, all I could think about was our encounter in the bathroom the other night and seeing him stretched out asleep with his gloriously naked ass on display.

This hot stud was going to give me PROSAGE lessons. Damn, life is good!

The subject around the dinner table that night was about a business trip to
Milwaukee
. Dad, Marc, Bruce and Russ would need to be there early Monday to meet with some prospective supporters in the medical community. The plan was for them to leave Sunday morning and return on Tuesday. Jack would stay behind to keep me company and to do some work around the cabin.

How cool was that
?
Jack all to myself for the whole weekend. No telling where that could go.

True to their word, the guys left right after breakfast the next day.

The mood in the cabin changed dramatically. Jack and I both felt the wonderful freedom that seems to come from being left alone after a full house of company has finally departed or the boss is away.

Jack is sometimes like an overgrown teenager. We communicate on a level impossible with my dad. He is the most down-to-earth member of the group.

Coming from rural
Kansas
and a family of farmers, Jack lacks the sophistication and education the others possess, but that
’
s his charm.

We relaxed most of the day, watching TV, snacking instead of doing a full lunch.

The weather was perfect for a canoe excursion
,
so we dragged out the old fiberglass scow, packed up some life vests and pushed off onto the lake.

Jack knew the lake well and directed us along the shore and around the bend of the bay. The beauty of the place, the serenity, and incredible silence gave me such a feeling of contentment that couldn
’
t be expressed
with
words. I turned my head to look back at Jack
,
and he just gave me a smile and a nod showing me that he understood what I was feeling.

We spent the next hour or so just slowly drifting along the shore. Stopping briefly to munch some snack crackers and down some
C
okes. Naturally, I eventually had to take a piss and wondered how to do that in a canoe. No way I could stand up and do it over the edge without tipping the thing. Finally, Jack must have read my mind.

“
In case you have to take a piss, there is a p-can under your seat. Just fill it up and dump it over the side. Just don
’
t forget to rinse it out when you
’
re through.
”
I should have known these guys would think of everything.

Returning to the cabin, we both needed a good cool shower and a nap. Jack let me go first, saying
“
I
’
ll take my shower later on. Right now I
’
m going up and crash.
”

Disappointing, yes, but we had the whole weekend ahead of us. Take it easy
,
Donny, I admonished myself. Jack might not be the push-over Bruce was. After a quick shower, I stretched out on
D
ad
’
s king size bed. Sleep came easy.

Waking up to the sound of the
Bee Gees
“
First
o
f May
”
took me by surprise, but remembering that Jack was my only housemate, it made sense. He was lost in the 60s much of the time.

Throwing on a pair of gym shorts
,
the same ones
D
ad wore last week, I headed downstairs.

Jack greeted me enthusiastically,
“
It
’
s about time,
‘
twas getting lonesome down here, but kinda nice at the same time, I mean without all the guys hangin
’
around.
”

Deciding to make myself useful, I offered to fix supper.

“
I know what you mean. How about if I fire up the grill and burn some meat tonight?
”

He walked over to me and wrapped me up in a bear hug,
“
You got it, Donny boy. It
’
s all yours. Go to it.
”

I thought, do that again and we won
’
t get to eat.

Being early May, the nights were still pretty cool. After dinner, Jack offered to light up the fireplace. That really topped off a perfect day, but the best was yet to come. While I was getting us some coffee, Jack had spread a big fur rug out in front of the hearth. Grabbing a couple of floor pillows, he said
“
If you don
’
t mind, I
’
m going to make myself comfy and stretch out down here. You
’
re welcome to join me. It
’
s a lot warmer close to the fire. Before you do though, hand me that bottle of Jack Daniels
,
so I can sweeten up this coffee. Yours
,
too
,
if ya like.
”

I like.

This whole scene was enough to bring back the memory of my first real one-on-one sexual experience
,
which involved my buddy
,
John.