Summer of '72, Part 1

I spent the summer of my eighteenth year at a cabin with a family friend. He had me hard and edging with him for hours within the first week. He clearly had the hots for my body's firm looks, and he bought me a hardly-there swim bikini on the first day. I confess I gladly wore it around the cabin to feel out his sexual tension. I watched his eyes become fixated on my big bulge that was barely contained by the thin material.

That night I went in the back clearing of his home in the woods, and on his lawn lounge I removed the bikini. I fell asleep to his radio which I could just hear, and awoke to my hard penis being lovingly stroked in the pitch black. 'Yes' was the only word I uttered as I experienced his knowing male hand stroke me. He made me moan and squirm like never before in my life. I thought I would die when I saw my big penis in his hand, illuminated by the flashing light of a coming thunderstorm. My lungs filled with moans and my hips with motion. His velvet voice told me I was 'so lovely,' and I could let myself enjoy the tension of nature 'raising her skirt.'

'Oh God,' was the next thing I uttered repeatedly and with increasing volume to match the thunder claps. I had to cum! I raised my butt off the lounge as he gave my hardness extra fast bursts of stimulation. I could feel the rain approaching as my penis was totally ready to be fully satisfied. My several fountains of cum burst with the rain, and I screamed with pleasure. That is the first day of my story.