Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (30 page)

Later that afternoon, Jack returned to our little love nest. Not wanting to keep any secrets from the man I cared so much for, I gave him a rundown of the past two days events, including
D
ad
’
s very personal confession to me. He was very relieved that
D
ad had come out to me, but was only mildly amused with the story of the video.

“
Damn, I hope he doesn
’
t erase that one
.
I want to give it my critique! It
’
s been a year or more since Bruce and I swapped cum loads. How does he compare to me?
”

“
I thought you said you never had sex with Bruce, but wouldn
’
t mind trying him out.
”

“
Well, I held back that little piece of information, and for that, I am truly sorry. Besides you weren
’
t ready to hear that little tidbit.
”

“
You
’
re forgiven, and just for your information, you are better than Bruce
,
and I don
’
t intend to let you forget it. Now, I want you naked and spread-eagled on your belly in two minutes or else you might get punished instead of rewarded for your honesty.
”

“
Hmmm
…
do I have a choice?
”

“
Not tonight. I
’
m calling the shots
,
and your hot muscleman ass is mine.
”

Letting Jack have a little time to think about what I might have in mind for him allowed me to take a quick shower. When I re-entered the room, the sight of his beautiful, muscular backside met my eyes. How lucky I was to have found a man who was so warm, sexy and loveable. At that moment
,
I wanted nothing else but to give him every ounce of pleasure my hungry mouth was capable of delivering.

Straddling his legs, the length of his body stretched out before me. The contented look on his face drove me on. Lowering myself until my lips touched the back of his thighs, my tongue danced lightly over the finely fur-dusted surface. Leaning forward, I approached my destination, the point where balls meet ass cheeks. Gently reaching under his belly
,
I grasped his semi-hard cock and pulled it back so that both cock and balls were now at my disposal. Flicking my tongue on the delicate membrane connecting the foreskin to the glans caused him to thrust his hips downward with the intensity of the sensation. Moving upward, my wandering tongue found its way into the warmth of his crevice, not stopping until reaching its ultimate goal, the crinkled pink-brown folds of his butt hole. The strangeness of what I was about to do gave me only fleeting concern. A whole new world of taste and scent was opened up to me at that point. He was so fresh and clean, with just a hint that he had earlier showered. Even if he hadn
’
t, at that moment it would not have mattered. I dived in with all the enthusiasm of a gourmet trying an exotic dish for the first time. He bucked and squirmed as my tongue penetrated his most secret place
,
and I knew we both were enjoying the new and exquisite intimacy of the moment.

“
Oooh
…
Donny
…
take me
,
baby, my ass is yours
,”
he pleaded.

Slipping on a condom, I lubed up in preparation for my first man-fuck. The excitement over what I was about to experience almost caused me to shoot prematurely. Hardly daring to touch myself, I pressed down, rubbing my slick rod back and forth in the hot valley between Jack
’
s cheeks. He reached back and grasping my cock, pointed it to his entrance. Slowly, I pressed forward, sliding easily into the depths of his ass.

“
Ohh sweet baby
…
”
was all I could say as I experienced my lover
’
s incredible tightness and heat. The massaging of his prostate was causing a rapid series of low pitched moans to come from deep in his chest. We were both near the end as he r
ose
up on his knees and I plunged even deeper, reaching around and grasping his stiff cock, I swiftly jacked him in time with my thrusts, bringing us both to a gut wrenching climax.

Totally spent, we collapsed in a sweat-soaked heap. His final words to me before we both fell into a deep, blissful sleep
were, “
If ever there was an angel sent from heaven for the sole purpose of making another man happy, he has to be you. Thanks for choosing me.
”

The phone call had come at 2
:00 a
m
, which was 5
:00 pm
in
Tokyo
. It was Mr. Yamamoto the head of R&D at Fujitoy Enterprises, Ltd.

The news was not good. The factory in
Osaka
was reporting some very strange problems with the PROSAGE I
’
s motor relays.

During routine testing for endurance, it was discovered that after
one
hour of continuous use, the little control mechanisms, the ones that regulate speed and intensity of the pulsing action were failing at an alarming rate. The devices would suddenly go completely berserk, flexing and bending and vibrating with sufficient force as to cause injury to the user. Furthermore
,
the batteries were overheating and leaking. Production had to cease immediately and would remain so until the problems could be worked out. No shipment would be made until further notice.

We were roused from our deep sleep by the insistent beeping of the intercom line. It was
D
ad. He wanted us up to the cabin ASAP for a conference.

As Jack and I made our way toward the meeting, a cold wind came in off the lake bringing with it a light drizzle. Not even the weather would help ease our anxieties this early morning.

Everyone was gathered around the dining table. Coffee cups had been set out
,
and Marc was just pouring the first round. Dad was trying to be as upbeat as possible.

“
Hey guys, at least the damn things didn
’
t explode in someone
’
s butt. Better we find out these defects before distribution.
”

Russ spoke up
,
“
We better gather up all the units we have on hand and remove the batteries. At least the things can be used as a simple dildo.
”

Dad brightened a bit
,
“
Of course they can. I will simply explain to our guests that there has been a minor problem with the power supplies, nothing to worry about. They will receive replacement units as soon as they arrive from overseas.
”

Everyone agreed that they didn
’
t have much choice. On Saturday, the last day of the program
,
everyone gathered in the bunkhouse lounge for a discussion of the program. Dad didn
’
t want to characterize it as a group therapy session but more as a sharing of thoughts on the program.

We were lucky that all of our guests were extremely good natured about the whole thing. Almost to a man, they had experienced the improvement in their performance that they had come here for.

Buddy was the most enthusiastic about his success, giving me the benefit of a sly little wink as he thanked everyone for all the help he had received.

Mike had re-discovered sex as a personal gift to himself. For so many years he had performed acts in order to gratify his audience, never really enjoying a good old fashioned orgasm in private. Now, thanks to
D
ad
’
s counseling, the PROSAGE I and Jack
’
s very professional massages
,
he was a new man. Herman was likewise rejuvenated thanks to the wonders of PROSAGE though he did think he might have to take an extra dose of his arthritis meds whenever Martha wasn
’
t in the mood to help. Later, he surreptitiously slipped me a card with his private cell
phone number, whispering an invitation to call him whenever I was in town. I thought
d
amn, I must be good.

Reginald was a more difficult case to crack. Apparently there was a strong relationship between the rise and fall of the stock market and his ability to perform in the sack. When his particular portfolios were not doing well, as they hadn
’
t for about three years, he was impotent. This would take more than PROSAGE to cure. On the other hand, he did enjoy his newly discovered erogenous zones.

Bernie decided that he would entice his wife back into his life by introducing her to the wonders of the PROSAGE I. He figured she and her girlfriend were probably using a dildo anyway, so why not give her the best. He kind of liked what it did for him
,
too. Louis was a lost cause. He got a thrill out of using the PROSAGE but only when looking at the Animal Channel. Definitely a case for a psychiatrist.

Everyone was assured that their replacement devices would be shipped as soon as possible once the glitch had been resolved.

Russ would be taking the group back to town to meet their flights quite early Sunday morning
,
so we all decided to hit the sack at a reasonable hour. For me, that was now. I needed to make up for lost time with my beloved Jack. After helping Russ get the guy
’
s gear ready for loading into the
S
uburban, we grabbed a bottle of Merlot and two glasses from the bar and headed to my room for a little R&R.

“
Now, about that video
,”
and he grabbed the remote.

When it got to the part where I was on my knees spreading Bruce
’
s cheeks, I glanced down to see Jack
’
s reaction. He was already sleeping like a baby. Returning my attention to the screen, what I had not seen then, but saw now was the big, knowing smile on Bruce
’
s face as he turned around and presented his glorious manhood to my very willing lips. I rewound the tape, hit the record button and slept well that night.

The somewhat disappointing news of the PROSAGE problem did little to ruin the convivial mood as each of our guests said their goodbyes and headed home. As for the rest of us, it was relief time. We had all busted our butts to pull this thing off
,
and it wasn
’
t a total loss. After all, I had accomplished my goal of seducing my
“
uncles
,”
discovered my anal
“
happy place
,”
fell in love with Jack and discovered that my dad was just as gay as I was. Whatever the summer had in store, it would have a tough time beating this
s
pring.

Dad called for a family meeting up at the cabin. We all knew it would concern the failure of PROSAGE and the future of the project.

“
I
’
ve made a few calls
,
and the consensus is that PROSAGE will have to undergo major re-testing and modifications before we can even consider continuing the therapy program. Meanwhile, we all can go about our business. Of course
,
Morningwood will be available for all of you to use as you see fit.
”
Glancing in my direction, he continued
,
“
My son and I have really gotten to know each other these past weeks
,
and I think you all know what I mean.
”

To my surprise, everyone smiled and raised their beers in an air toast. Jack appeared at my side and taking me into his arms, gave me a big wet kiss on the lips.

“
Donny and I have something to announce. We
’
ve also gotten to know each other
,
and if I ever had any doubts about how I felt towards this guy they were dispelled by the happy times we
’
ve shared together at this beautiful place. I
’
m going to do everything in my power to make him happy for as long as he
’
ll have me.
”

The group broke into applause
,
and with that vote of approval, Jack and I made a quick exit, heading back up to the bunkhouse and what was now
“
our
”
queen size bed.

Stretching out, hands folded behind his head, my beautiful man just smiled and said in his sexiest deep-voiced manner:

“
I
’
m not moving a muscle, lover. You
’
re going to have to work for it this afternoon.
”

I was more than ready for that challenge and straddled his hefty chest, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt, licking a trail down his furry torso as I went.

Reaching the waistband of his jeans, I softly nuzzled the hairy path as it entered the treasure spot below. Slowly lowering the zipper, I was happy to see he hadn
’
t bothered to wear any cumbersome jockeys
,
and I could plunge straight to my target
,
which was now rising to meet my hot and expectant lips. Damn, he smelled and tasted like the sweetest honey on earth
,
and that was enough for me to forget about the banquet and head right for the dessert.

Morning came way too early, but being awakened by a handsome stud wearing nothing but a smile was my idea of heaven, but even heaven can be improved on if the stud is holding a nice hot cup of coffee as well.

“
Rise and shine sunshine
…
we
’
ve got some talking to do.
”

His demeanor suggested something good but serious was coming. I quickly got into a
n
upright position suitable for accepting the welcoming cup and whatever else was about to be presented to me.
“
Listen carefully to what I have to say and don
’
t jump to any wild conclusions. Last night I lay awake thinking about the bad news about PROSAGE. While I was mulling over how much work and money we put into this place and how now it would just sit here not benefiting anyone an idea hit me like a barbell gone wild. Why couldn
’
t you and I work out a deal with your dad and the others to develop a spa-type get-away place for guys into heavy duty workouts along with some very relaxing activities
?
It
’
s all here. All we have to do is organize it. I have a ready made customer base in my gym. We could even recruit my manager, John
,
to spend some time up here whenever I had to be taking care of business in town.
”

Jack
’
s enthusia
s
m was infectious
,
but the mention of John
’
s name caused me to momentarily freeze up. So many what-ifs popped into my head that my reaction was probably more subdued than he expected, but I agreed that it was an idea with exciting possibilities and that we should talk it over with the guys at breakfast.

My first concern was how John would react to meeting me again under some pretty powerful circumstances. You don
’
t easily forget a buddy who so recently had provided head to you anytime you wanted it. Would he expect those favors again? Would I be able to resist the temptation of his incredibly sexy body and tasty salami?

My love for Jack should be enough to prevent any of this from happening. I hoped.

They bought it! Dad was particularly interested in the financial angle since it would quickly replace the lost revenue from PROSAGE. I caught Bruce licking his lips at the suggestion of muscle boys strutting their stuff around the place. The others just seemed to be content with putting the place on a money-making basis. So Jack
’
s Jym @ Morningwood was born.