Max Jenkins was twenty and gorgeous. The guy had every girl at the summer camp we worked at sniffing around him. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the attention of the girls, and he was touchy feely with them. I never saw him display any affection for any of the guys. His attraction was center all on me. I liked the girls, sure, but preferred the company of guys, manly guys, rugged types, ones much like myself.
I was always big for my age, over six foot by the time I was sixteen, all muscle and brawn. I wasn’t bad looking, but I wasn’t pretty boyish, like Max. Damn, he was a looker. Before Max, I never thought much about sex. Jacked off as soon as I discovered I had dick, never thought about it. And never thought about doing it with another guy. For that matter never thought about doing it with a girl either. Women, well they kind of scared me, too delicate, too small, not what I wanted to touch or feel. Can any of you relate? Therefore, when Max came along and showed me some interest I became interested and turned on. Now I could think of doing Max, fucking him. Here’s how it all went down;
We’d all went swimming, it was one of the hottest July’s on record. The girls, all shapes and sizes, wore their bathing suits, one pieces, two pieces and some had on bikinis. Most of the guys wore cutoff jeans and the boxy kind of swimsuits. All except Max, he had a European style on, a small, tight and low cut number. Damn you could see his balls and cock right through the thing. The girls giggled and many of the guys were like, dude, what the fuck. Max shrugged his shoulders and told them eat me. Once we got over Max’s showy suit, we all swam in the lake near our camp. We played dodge ball in the water and swung from the ropes that hung over the lake. Can you say Thomas Kincaid? Well sort of, anyway, the first time he grabbed my balls under the water I thought it was just an accident. By the second or third time, I was like, shit, what’s this guy doing. At the end of the day we all went back and took showers, Max never let on about a thing. It wasn’t until everyone went to asleep he came to my bed to talk to me.
“Christopher, are you asleep?”
“Fuck no, go away Max.”
“I thought I owed you an apology. Sorry about the groping thing, I thought maybe you were into it. Sorry dude.” Max started to leave my bedside.
“Hey, into what?” I asked him.
“Guys, asshole.”
‘Shit,” I cursed.
“Shit? What’s that mean?” Max asked.
“Well, I never thought about it. I like you.” I confessed.
“Come on Chris, let’s take a walk, let’s talk.”
“Sure,” I said.
We walked in silence until we hit the picnic area about a half a mile from the sleeping cabins when Max stopped and stood in front of me. He moved close and touched my face. I didn’t move, it felt good. When his lips brushed mine my body shivered and again I didn’t move. I went with the kiss, it felt too good to stop. His mouth opened, and mine followed and our tongues met. Fuck, my cock twinged and hardened. When his hand went to my crouch and he rubbed my cock and balls, I moaned, shit, it felt spectacular. Christ when Max fell to his knees, unzipped my jeans, and sucked my hard cock into his mouth I nearly lost my mind. Within a few minutes Max’s adept tongue brought me to one smashing orgasm. He never let go of me, he sucked my cum right out of me. My knees buckled, as Max moved off his knees to grab me to him and kiss me again.
“Well, what do you think?” He asked.
“Great.” I answered.
“Think you’d like to suck mine.” He asked.
“Hell, yes.” I sunk to my knees hoping he’d ask.
He unzipped his jeans and took out his large hard cock. My hands went to his balls, massaging them, and then slid his dick into my mouth. I sucked him in deep; you could hear the sucking sounds in the dead of the night. Max’s moans mingled with mine and dissipated into the hot steamy evening. I kept licking and sucking him until the guy said my name under his breath.
“Shit Chris, you’re unbelievable. How about we go to the tables and talk. If we wait, I’m sure our cocks will get hard again and you can fuck me in the ass. Ever had a guy put his cock up your ass?”
“Fuck no, shit, thinking about it is making me hard again, Max, this is great.” I said smiling at him and grabbing his hand.
“Yeah, mine’s coming alive too. Look I have some Vaseline with me, here.” He took a small jar from his pocket. He bent over the table, pulled his pants down and kicked them off.
“Rub this up my ass and finger-fuck me too. I’ll play with my dick. It makes me come, great orgasm. When you’re done with me I’m going to fuck you too.” He said as I dipped my fingers in the little jar.
Man, shoving my fingers in his ass kicked my hard on up a couple of notches, I bent and kissed the cheeks of his firm hard ass. When I was hard and steely, I rubbed the Vaseline over my cock, pumping myself adding to the pleasure of it all. When I entered his tight ass I became overwhelmed, nothing could compare. I went slowly at first then Max egged me on.
“Harder, yeah, faster, damn fuck me, yeah, I’m coming damn.”
His cock spewed come everywhere. I needed no further cue; I came and will never forget my first ass fucking as long as I live.
We rested a while, my cock was still up his ass and then Max pushed me off him.
“Your turn, suck me first.”
I did as he asked, sucking him hard and bringing him to a full erection.
“Over the table Chris, yeah open up man.” He said shoving his greased fingers up my ass. Now, my cock sprang to life, shit, it felt great. He massaged my balls and finger fucked me hard. When his large dick entered me, I grabbed my cock, pumped at it hard and showed myself no mercy. When he came, I became euphoric. For the first time, in my life I knew what I wanted. I wanted him.
We fucked for the rest of the summer every night and acted as if nothing was different during the day. But I had fallen in love with him. When the summer was over, we went home but we stayed in touch for an awhile. We lived over one thousand miles away from each other and both knew eventually that we’d lose touch. That was over twenty years ago. I found out last year he'd died, was killed in a car crash and it saddened me.
My lover and partner for over fifteen years knew all about Max and my summer of love. He always wanted to thank him for my awakening and helping me accept I was gay. What better way to say “Thank you” than this.
E. Radcliff
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