At the Lake

This is a true story that happened in early in my sexual life in the early 1970’s. I was raised in Spokane, WA. I remember the first time I masturbated, although I didn't know about it, hadn't ever done it (came from a family that never talked about anything sexual)...but after a junior hockey tournament, came home and took a bath to cleanup. I was lathering up with a bar of soap and felt a feeling like I never had before as I soaped up my penis (didn't call it a cock or dick then...that was probably another year off before I started using that kind of jargon). I was just overtaken with how good it felt and kept rubbing and rubbing with the soap until this feeling started to build and, as many others have written, I thought I was going to pee. I just kept going until I almost passed out with what I know now is an orgasm, and clear and white stuff started pulsing out of my penis. I had never felt anything so fantastic in my life. I was also freaking out because I thought I damaged myself or did something that was physically bad. I thought I should never do that again. But of course, by the next day I did it again...and have done it thousands and thousands of time since. I was probably 13 by this time and had some hair forming around my penis. This would have been in the winter, because it was hockey season, and by the summer when we would go up to our lake cabin on Priest Lake, I was a pro at masturbating....which I think I learned to call `beating off' or `jacking off'. Priest Lake was about a 2-hour drive from Spokane...incredibly beautiful. My parents built a cabin there before I was born. The bay we were on had a few cabins, all very rustic, some had electricity, none had indoor plumbing when I was growing up, I don't know if they do now. Down the bay was a family with a few kids, the youngest was a guy named Mike who was my age. Mike and I were friends, well summer friends as we only saw each other during the summer when we all started coming up to the lake once school was out. Although I had started `beating off' the previous winter, I had no idea about Mike and what he knew. Actually, I had never even thought about it or him in any kind of sexual manner. So, the first day I saw him that summer we were just catching up on what happened since I had seen him the previous summer. He said he had to go take a dump...which meant the same to everyone...hiking back into the woods to the outhouse (everyone had one), and so we walked back there (away from everyone else)...and I just stood outside of it while he went inside. We were talking back and forth and he suddenly asked me if I had gotten any hair yet. I was a little nervous about him asking me this because I'd never talked to ANYONE about anything so `private.' Didn't seem at all private to him. He asked if he could see it. My heart was pounding...but I wanted to show him...and I wanted to see his penis (ok...I think I should call it a cock from now on, because it seems too virginal to use penis now.) I stepped inside the outhouse and pulled down my swim trunks and showed him. "Wow...wow...wow" he kept saying...he showed me his. Somehow in the ensuing moments had the talk about did we `beat off'...and `you wanna do it together?" And thus began the summer of jacking off with Mike. I think neither one of us wanted the other to think we were gay so all we would do was to get naked in the upstairs loft of his cabin and jack off, no touching each other. He was very vocal each time he did it. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." And so here I am decades later, married with several kids and grandkids, in love with my wife. But I have to say I have had so many thoughts and fantasies about Mike through the years. I've jacked off with him as my focus where I see him as a grown up, and we finally talk about the things that we did as kids, and I just lean into him and we start making out, and we reach into each other's pants, and undress each other...and we will do all the things I can’t mention here. I've remained heterosexual in practice. But I would do something if it was a secret(no my wife doesn't even know about what happened). Thanks for reading.