Big Lake Stories Part 2

The next week went fast.  Gym class was on repeat every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Nothing changed.  Joe always partnered up with me, and I was getting used to his stinky shoes.  He’d been painfully shy at first, but now we were getting into a groove, at least during gym class where we’d tease each other a little and laugh a bit. After every class he’d always walk right in front of me so I couldn’t help seeing his dick right in front of my face.  His long foreskin completely covered the glans.  Joe had an unmistakable scent, too.  It wasn’t bad, but it was definitely his own odor.  I only ever saw Joe in gym class.  I didn’t know where his homeroom was or anything and didn’t have any other classes with him.

On Friday night I got a call from my boss at Big Lake Tavern.  I hadn’t worked since school started, but we’d agreed that if she needed me and I was available, I’d work a few nights. Seems she was desperate for help.  The guy she hired for the fall/winter that worked nights got locked up for DUI, so would I be willing to come in for at least Friday and Saturday and train a new guy?I said sure, so I asked my dad to drive me over there as soon as he got home from work.  Rita, the boss, or the closing bartender, always gave me a ride home at 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning when I got done.Felt like I’d never left.  I jumped right in, put on a white apron and started cleaning up the mess from the day shift.  There was a speaker in the kitchen from the jukebox in the bar, and I knew all the old tunes on the machine by heart, I’d heard them so many times.  I was singing along to ‘Love Will Keep Us Together’ when Rita came in with the New Guy.  Joe.  

I told her “I’ll take it from here! Me and Joe are buds.”“Hey man!” said Joe. “I didn’t know you worked here!”“Yeah, I started last June.  Get yourself an apron,” -  I showed him where they were, -  “and let’s get you started.”

I hadn’t ever had a helper, and it made things go twice as fast.  Joe was a good worker, and turned out to have a pretty fun sense of humor.  By the end of the night, he was able to do everything by himself. We also ooga chaka-ed along to “Hooked On a Feeling” and sang back-up on “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me”, and “Knock Three Times.”

I was surprised. Joe wasn’t nearly as shy as he was at  school. Rita came over around 11:00 and saw that everything was all caught up. She also caught us dancing with our brooms to “Bad Bad Leroy Brown”  She laughed.  “Looks like you boys have everything under control! Since you’re done early, do you want a ride home?  Or if you want you can stay in the cabin in the back with Joe.”

“Yeah, that’d be cool.  Let me call my mom quick and tell her I’ll just stay here tonight.  Do you want us to work tomorrow, too?” I asked.

“If you can.  I’ve got a banquet in the afternoon, and then the Regatta Club is having their final meeting around 7:00 tomorrow, but they’re ordering off the menu so it’ll be no big deal.  They drink more than they eat anyway.  You boys would have to be ready to work by 2:00 in the afternoon, if that’s OK.”“Sure, Rita.  That’s fine. Let me call home and just make sure it’s OK.”

Mom answered the phone, sleepy.  I explained what we wanted to do.  She talked to dad for a minute, and then said it was fine.  They didn’t have any plans, but they might not be home for a while  because they were invited over to someone’s house for cocktails in the afternoon.  I said goodbye and turned to Rita and said that it would be OK.

I’d never stayed in the cabin before.  I’d been in it though.  Rita’s nephews always stayed there when they came up from the City. They were a goofy bunch, and the oldest one often pranked me when I was working.  He’d do stuff like light his farts on fire, or try to pants me.  He’d also steal cigarettes and alcohol from the back room of the bar and take it out to the cabin. The second oldest one was dark and quiet, and sometimes Rita would ask him to help stock the bar or take out the heavy bins of empty bottles from the basement.

I showed Joe how to turn off the lights in the kitchen and we went out the back door.  Bill the bartender would lock up when he left after bar time.

We had to walk through tall grass that was wet with dew to get to the cabin which was way out towards the end of the property on the edge of the woods.

The cabin was pretty small.  Basically it was about the size of a large bedroom.  There was no water or heater, and only two windows with sliding glass in the front.  The toilet was a one-holer that was about 20 feet behind the cabin.  Rita’s nephews only used it when they had to take a shit.  Otherwise, everyone just pissed off the porch. Only one bright light bulb in the middle of the ceiling with a pull string.  There were several beds, and a dirty green carpet remnant.  One single bed to the left of the door only had a thin mattress folded in half.  I remember Rita’s nephews telling me that bed was always for the youngest boy because it always smelled like pee.

Another bed was actually a huge, lumpy old sofa that’d seen better days, and there was a double bed with a metal headboard and footboard to the right of the door that had a couple blankets and two flat pillows.  The room had a musty odor because it hadn’t been used for a couple months.  The door stuck at the bottom and the room was damp.  I remember the last time I was in there it was July when it was blazing hot out.  Now, I thought the blankets would be nice. I shivered. 

“Have you ever stayed out here before?” asked Joe.“No, but I’ve been in here a few times.  Rita’s nephews always stay here when they come up from the City.”“I know.  They’re my cousins. I stayed here a couple times, but they are kind of wild, so as we got older, I didn’t want to.  Hollace is the worst; he’s the oldest.  He’d try to fart in my face or give me a wedgie.  Then one night he made a rule that whoever fell asleep would get thrown outside in their underwear.   He’s in the Marine Corps now.”

“Yeah, they are definitely wild alright.  I bet there’s a bottle or two of whiskey in here somewhere.  I saw him stealing a few times,” I said.

“Yeah, I know where it’d be.  Just a sec.”Joe leaned over the old sofa, lifted up the fabric in the back, and sure enough, there was a bottle of vodka, and a half bottle of Jack Daniel’s. There was also half a carton of Marlboros and a bunch of matchbooks from the bar and an ashtray, and a crumpled up empty baggie with a tiny pipe in it.“Jesus!” I said. “I think you hit the jackpot!”

“I guess! Do you want to take a swig of the Jack?” Joe asked.

“Fuck yeah! You have to, too though.” I said.“OK.  Here.”  We were sitting on the big bed facing each other. He handed me the bottle.  I opened it up and smelled it, and took a big swig.  Immediately my eyes started watering and I shuddered and sputtered.

“Oh man!” I gasped, hardly able to talk.  “I don’t get what the big freakin’ deal is with this stuff! It’s awful!”Joe laughed.  “I know.  Here, let me have it.” Joe took a swig too, and handled it about like I did.“Ugh!”  He winced, shaking his head.

“We better take it easy.  We still have to be up and working by at least 2:00.”“Oh my god, '' laughed Joe, “let’s do another one.”“OK”  He handed me the bottle, and I took a little bit less, and it felt a little better going down this time.“Here, it’s easier if you don’t take too much at one time.”  I said.

He took the bottle and also took a bit less, much more successfully this time.For some reason, I started to get the giggles.  I said laughing “You have a mustache!”Joe shot back “You don’t!”“Your feet stink!”“So do yours!”“They do not!”“Neither do mine then!”“I can see your balls in gym class!”“Shut up, you can not!”I was laughing so hard “I can.  Every time we do sit ups!”

Joe was laughing too. “Fuck you! You’re a dick!  I can’t help it!”“I know.  I don’t know why I think it’s funny right now.”

I started to calm down a bit.  The alcohol was making me feel warmer now. “Oh shit! Let’s get a pack of Marlboros.”“OK. Here.” He handed me a pack from the carton.  I opened it up, and took one out.  “Hand me the ashtray and some matches.”The first few matches disintegrated and I had a feeling this wouldn’t work, but I figured it out on the fourth match and lit the cigarette. I took another one out of the pack and handed Joe the one that was already lit.  I lit up the next one like an expert.  I’ll admit that I didn’t care for it at first, but the light-headed feeling that I got from the nicotine gave me a warm, satisfied feeling.“Hand me the bottle.” I said.  “I’ll do one more while I’m feeling brave. What about you?”“Yeah, I’ll do one more after you,” said Joe.

I took a bit more of the whiskey, and it seemed so much better this time. I handed the bottle to Joe when I was done, and laid back in the bed a bit and smoked.  We were both quiet now, just enjoying the moment.  

“So they’re your cousins, huh.” I stated more than asked.“Yeah. Hollace, Chuck, Tim, and Frankie.  Frankie is the youngest.  He’s closest in age to me.  Tim is stupid and acts like a spoiled baby.  Chuck is really quiet and smart, and Hollace is a prick.”I guess these are a ‘gift’ from Hollace then?” I gestured at the bottle and smokes.“Probably.  They all smoke, even Frankie.  The whiskey, I’d say that’s on Hollace.” Joe yawned.  “I’m getting kinda tired.  What time is it?”I looked at my new digital Timex “It’s 12:46. I’m kinda tired too, but if it wasn’t for you, I’d still be finishing up in the kitchen. You did great tonight!”“Thanks! It’s kinda fun.  Aunt Rita wanted me to work this summer, but there was no way for me to get out here every day. You want to share the big bed?”“Yeah, it’s getting too cold not to, I’d say.” I answered.  “Pants or no pants?”“I don’t really care, but my pants are kinda wet on the bottom from going through that tall grass. I’d say probably better ‘no pants’.”“Sounds like a plan.  I have to pee before I take my shoes off though.”“Me too, I was just gonna say it.”I got up and went out on the porch.  I pitched my cigarette into the darkness and watched as it arced and went out.  Joe came out and stood right beside me, and took out his dick and started a strong stream off the porch.  From the light coming from inside, I noticed he didn’t pull the skin back and just peed through his long foreskin.  I started a healthy stream too and sighed and farted.Joe started giggling.  I did too.  Pretty soon we were trying to make our pee streams hit in the middle but we were giggling so much it was futile. “Where’s your cigarette?” I asked him. 

“I put it out in the ashtray. Where’s your’s?”“We just peed on it.”I started giggling again, and so did Joe.  We stumbled inside, and I slammed the door to make sure it shut tight.“I’m gonna fix the bed up a little” I said.  “Which side do you want?” “I’ll take the inside, if that’s OK”“Sure.  Let’s see what we have to work with here.”There were two blankets that were still crumpled up from whoever last slept there, and the two flat pillows.  There was a dingy sheet on the bottom, but no top sheet.  

“Well, I guess we’re going to be getting pretty close because it’s kind of cold in here.” I said.

“Yeah, that’s OK.” Joe said.“You want me to hit the light?” I asked.“Wait a minute while I take my shoes off and stuff.”“OK.  I guess I’ll get ready too then.”  I took off my shoes and my pants and threw them over on the sofa. “Are you ready to get in?”

“Yup. Go ahead.”

I turned off the light, and got into the bed with Joe, shoulder to shoulder.  It was pitch black at first and silent.  There were no sounds of crickets or cars and no wind, but far in the distance I could hear the unmistakably haunting sound of a loon.  As my eyes adjusted, I realized it wasn’t completely dark.  There was just a bit of light coming from the streetlight up by the road that I could just barely make out the main details of the room.I could tell that Joe was awake, but like me,  lost in thought.“Hey.” said Joe.“Hey yeah?”“Do you think my dick is gross?”“I don’t know.  I never really thought about it.” I said.“I’m not circumcised.”“So I noticed.  You wave it in front of me all the time in gym.”“I do not ‘wave it in front of you’! I do what I have to to get out of there.  I can’t help it if you’re so pokey getting undressed.”

“Do you like it?” I asked.“Yeah.”

“Has anybody ever made fun of it, or pointed at your dick and said ‘Ha-ha!’?”

“No!”“Do you know anybody else that’s not circumcised like you?”“Yeah. Hollace, Chuck, Tim, and Frankie.”

“Why are you worried about it? Seems perfectly natural to me. Did you ever ask your mom about it?  Maybe it’s a family tradition or something.”“I don’t think my mom would like me asking her why my dick has a turtleneck.”I started getting the giggles again. “I don’t think that would be a good approach either!”“Well, how would you ask your mom, then!”“I’d say ‘mom, there’s a guy in my class that’s uncut and he wants to know why.’ “

Joe started giggling too. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”

By this time we were both laughing too hard to talk.  “Oh my God Joe.” I said. “As long as it works, don’t worry about it.  It looks like it’s a good size and your pubes are better than most guys, so I think you’re fine, just the way it is.”“You’ve been looking at my bush?”“It’s been practically in my face, plus it sneaks out to say hello when you’re doing sit-ups.”

Joe laughed, “Fuck you with that!”We got quiet again.  I was thinking about the weekend I spent with Todd. I was just starting to bone up a little when Joe asked, “How often do you jerk off?”“I don’t remember saying ‘truth.’ Did I miss something? Is this truth or dare?”“C’mon.  I’m just curious is all.”“OK, OK. Well, at least once a day.  Usually twice.  Sometimes if I’m really horny it might be three or four times, but that’s pretty rare. How about you?” I asked.“About the same.  At least once a day.  Have you ever had sex with anyone?”“Have you?” I countered.“Not fair. I asked you first”.“Alright. For the record, I have.  But I’m not going to tell you who.  That’s going too far, OK? So how about you?”“Well… kinda.  A couple years ago, my cousin Chuck showed me how to jack off.  I was just starting to get hair then. He’s a few years older than us, plus he’s quiet.  He’s got long black hair, and he had a mustache when he was 13, so I thought that was pretty cool.”“I can tell”. I interrupted.“Hey, fuck you! So anyways, Chuck and I were walking the state nature trail, the one with all the little signs that describe the trees & stuff, that’s by the campground? He asked me if I had pubes, and then he asked if I could shoot cum yet”.“Well, could you?” I asked.

“I didn’t know.  I never jerked off before, so I told him. He said if we get the chance he’d show me because he thought I was missing out.  It turned out that when we walked back here, we were super hot and sweaty, and we came back to the cabin to cool off. We  knew that Hollace was at the beach with his asshole friends by the campground because he gave us the finger while riding in the back of someone’s convertible as we were walking back.  Tim and Frankie were playing with friends down by the lake, so it was just me and Chuck.  He asked me if I was horny, and I was like OK, so he took his shorts down and showed me his cock.  That was the first time I’d ever seen it.  He had a really thick black bush and a long foreskin, like mine is now. He asked if I wanted to take mine out too, but I was too shy at first, so he said suit yourself, I’m gonna whack off. You can watch and learn.  He sat down on the couch over there, pulled a dirty magazine out of the back lining and started jerking his cock.  He jacked for a while, then he’d close his eyes and stop for a while, moan, then look at the magazine and start again.  He had a lot of juice coming out, so pretty soon he was making a lot of squishing noise while he stroked.  ‘Are you just going to stand there?’ he asked, ‘Sit down next to me so you can see better.’

I sat down next to him, and I was really hard.  He said ‘Go ahead and take it out, it probably looks just like mine.’  So I did.‘Yeah Joey! Cool, it’s a good one.’ he said. ‘Just do what I’m doing. You’re gonna really like it, I promise. Here, I’ll put the magazine on the arm so you can see it too.’

It was a mind bending experience for me. And then Chuck did something that I couldn’t believe.  He took my cock in his hand and started stroking it, getting it all wet with his own juice.  He took my hand and put it on his, and in a minute we were stroking each other.  I couldn’t take it, and without warning,  actually started blowing a huge load all over myself.  Chuck started breathing hard, and then shot a load too. He said ‘You’re a lot more mature than Frankie.  He can’t even cum yet.’

So yeah.  We jerked each other off.  We did it last year once, and this summer we did it a couple times.  It was fun.  We almost got caught by Hollace this summer, but luckily we saw him coming back here just in time. Hollace was suspicious, but he was cool. He said ‘Are you beating off back here? Figures.  You assholes will never get as much pussy as me.  All the girls want on this thang!’ He pulled the front of his shorts down and waved his dick at us.  Then he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and left. 

“What would he have done if he caught you guys?” I asked.

“Aww, probably nothing. Teased us for awhile, then moved on to someone else to torture, I suppose. Your turn.  Tell me about your experience now.”“Are you hard right now?” I asked.“Yeah.”“Me too.”  We were silent for a minute.“Can I see it?” asked Joe.“I don’t know how much you can see, but sure.” I lifted my butt and took off my tighty whities. “You too, OK?” I said.Joe lifted up and took off his underwear too.  I reached my right hand over, and he jumped when I touched his thigh. I slowly kept going until I started to feel his thick pubic hair.  He reached his left hand over, and it landed right on my hard dick.  I slowly moved my hand through his forest of  hair until I felt his hard cock throbbing. I was curious about the ‘mechanics’ of how an uncut dick worked.  Since I’d never seen one before I was kind of surprised at how loose everything felt. There was so much more there to play with! 

Joe felt me up from the bottom of my scrotum to the tip of my dick.  Size-wise, I’d say we were about the same.  His was maybe a bit longer but was really skinny.  I palmed his balls, and he moaned a little.“That feels really good,” he whispered.“Oh yeah. Keep playing with it.  This is really nice.” I said.

I thought I’d surprise Joe with a little bit that I’d learned from Todd.  I quickly put my head under the covers and found Joe’s crotch.  The odor coming from him was intoxicating; warm, manly, a little funky, sexy, and wet.  I very lightly put Joe’s dick in my mouth and savored the foreskin, playing with it gently with my tongue.  I wasn’t surprised when Joe gasped and grabbed my head between the ears. 

“Oh my fucking god don’t stop!” he whispered.I was in no hurry, so I kept it very light and slow, feeling him get steely hard in my mouth. I could taste the pre-cum squirt into my mouth in little bursts as he flexed his butt. 

“Dude, I’m gonna fucking cum! Dude! It’s happening right now! Fuuuck!” he exclaimed in a whisper, as he bucked up and down and shot a huge wad in my mouth. I stayed on his cock until I could no longer feel his spasms, swallowed his load,  then carefully cleaned his cock with my mouth, and gently pulled the skin up.  I came up from under the blanket and he instantly went down under the blanket and found my dick.  I guess I didn’t know what to expect, but I figured once he was done, I’d just jack-off and cum, but he was a real trooper and started by licking my balls all the way up, then he put it in his mouth, and like I did for him, he very slowly and lightly licked and sucked up, then all the way down. “Mmmmm” I moaned.  I thought it would take me a while, but in just a few minutes, I too was nearly there, and was starting to get really close.  “Joe, you’re gonna make me cum.  Fair warning, I’m gonna cum! Dude, Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!” I bucked up and down a few times, then shot a huge load into Joe’s mouth.  I don’t think he was ready for that!  He gagged a bit and sputtered, but swallowed it all, then came back up.“Fuck dude.  I — I always wanted to try that.  You won’t tell anyone, will you?” asked Joe.

“For one thing, I literally don’t know anyone that you know.  It would be a pretty awkward conversation starter, wouldn’t it? ‘Hey, you know Joe? Yeah, he sucked my dick and took my cum, man.  It was fucking awesome!’” I said.Joe laughed. “Fuck you! You’re always so god damn smart ass, you know it?” 

“It’s just reality.  Of course I’m not gonna tell anyone.  How would I ever explain that you sucked my dick without people asking me why I let you!”“You’re right.” Joe sighed and yawned.  “This has been the most awesome night ever. We smoked and drank whiskey. We did – stuff.  I’m beat!  Ahhhhhh.  Fuck, now I have to pee! Arrrg!”I laughed. “Now you made me have to pee! OK, I’m gonna make a run for it, let’s go!”Joe had lost his underwear somewhere in the bed. While he was searching,  I jumped up and opened the door to the cabin and started peeing off the side, just like before.  Joe was right there next to me in just a few seconds, and again we tried to pee on to each other’s streams, but with no success; we ended up laughing too much.   I was shaking off, but Joe kept going for a few more seconds. He giggled and farted a little squeak.  “Damn! Not as good as yours!” He said.  

“Not bad for a first attempt, just don’t fart in bed, OK?”     

Joe nodded. “You want to smoke another cigarette with me before we go to sleep?” He asked.“Sure, where’s the pack and the ashtray and stuff?”“I think it’s on the floor by you.”“OK, yeah.  Here we go.”  I said.This time, I let him light one first.  The momentary flash of the match revealed Joe’s face.“I think your mustache grew while we were doing it.” I said.

Joe lit one for me, took a big drag,  and handed it to me in the dark.“Fuck you! I don’t want to shave it off, I like it.  It makes me think of my cousin Chuck.”We sat in the dark smoking, finding the ashtray from the glow of the cigarettes.  “I don’t have to shave yet.  I don’t have anything on my face, except zits once in a while.” I said. “Maybe I’m a little envious, OK?”For the next few minutes, we just sat smoking without talking, comfortable with each other. Finally, I’d had enough and ground out the ember of my cigarette.  Joe took one more drag, and put his out too.

“Hey, you never told me about who you had sex with.” Joe said.“I’m sorry, I guess we got busy and I forgot. I promise that I will tell you for sure next time, OK?”“Deal.”

We fixed the blankets a bit, and soon we were back to before it all started, shoulder to shoulder.“Joe.”“Yeah?”“Thanks.  And for what it’s worth, I think your dick is cool.”“Thanks man.”

I yawned and said “Good Night Joey. It really was an awesome night.”I rolled over onto my left side, and in a minute, I felt Joe spooning me from behind.Yeah, I sighed.  It was an awesome night.