My first encounter with Erik happened one year ago, today; it was while working on my boat in the driveway. I was under the steering column adjusting cables when I heard an unfamiliar voice say "What ya doing?" Looking up I saw Erik Sorrensen's angelic face peering over the hull. With a friendly "Hello" and a small request to come aboard, he joined me in the boat. It was then that I found myself starting to stir with lust for the innocent-looking 18-year old. He wore only a tank top and very loose cargo shorts that seemed to have inched down on his trim, muscular hips when he climbed into the boat. He wore no underwear beneath the shorts and part of his moist, honey-hued pubic hair seemed to beckon my attention.

I had never really taken notice of Erik before. He and his father moved into the neighborhood about a month ago. I had seen that shock of curly dark blonde hair appearing here and there with the other kids of the neighborhood. I had seen him milling in front of the 7-11 with my 16 year old stepson and his friends, a week ago. He is an extremely attractive kid. But he appeared to be a rather arrogant and disdainful teenager, so had just never given him a second thought.

So, quickly averting my attention, I went back to work on the steering column, asking him how did he like the boat. We exchanged a few sentences of polite conversation until I had finally finished up what I had to tend to. Then we sat there in the boat drinking cold pop, while Erik bombarded me with questions about fishing. When I mentioned the fact that I'd be taking the boat up to my cabin at the lake this weekend, I could see a blanket of mixed emotions cover his face. In his eyes alone, I could see the resentment and dejection of unfulfilled promises. They fiercely boiled and simmered somewhere deep down inside him. Anger and resentment seem to be ripping him apart deep inside. And then all of a sudden there returned that arrogant, disdainful energy that I had always seen surrounding him before.

I am not the kind of person who can look into the sad, tortured eyes of a young man, and ignore the pain. Nor could I deny the lustful desires stirring around in my head. They were new and exciting. I experienced an exhilaration, a joie d' vivre, not enjoyed since youth. It seemed for the past fifteen years, I hadn't really felt enthused or really disappointed about anything. Life just....was! I married Helen when I was twenty, and took on the responsibility of her 16-month-old son and have raised him as my own. My life has been pretty much nothing more than a travel on a treadmill; a robotic excursion - doing everything the Rule Book says and keeping personal feelings out of it. Now, here's this little pagan child; young man really, who seems to be awakening a dead part of me. Swiftly, I tore my eyes from the place where I recalled seeing and smelling his lush pubic bush when he came aboard. Yep, these desires were real, exciting and fearful. Still, taking a chance, I offered Erik the opportunity to go with me to the lake, if his father approved. In nothing less than a split second, his face lit up, and that "sweet" personality I had just so briefly known, quickly re-surfaced. Then, his face turned sullen again. He asked me why I had to ask his father.

Getting a bit defensive, he rather loudly stated he was 18 years old, and he could do whatever he wanted. He was so beautiful at that moment - glowingly, valiant, courageous. I was the dragon; he, little Georgie. Still, I found it hard to believe that he was 18 years old. The thin, muscular body with that lustrous skin and that almost cherubic face looked no more than sixteen, if that. Nonetheless, he finally agreed that I could ask his father.

Climbing down out of the boat, we walked toward his house. I recalled the rumors about his father as we walked. That he was a constantly out-of-work construction worker, who loved to drink, gamble, and chase whores. When we arrived, I introduced myself, and divulged my invitation to take his son fishing on the weekend. He was more than amicable, stating that Erik pretty much did what he wanted, anyway. He confided that he and Erik had lived only twelve miles away in Huxley for most of their lives. And he had been promising the boy for years to take him fishing up there at the lake; but just never got around to it. As I walked away from Erik and his dad that evening, I found myself wondering why Erik wasn't even more fucked up than he was, having a father like that.

That Friday morning, Erik was at my house bright and early - way before the seven-thirty departure time. Backpack in hand, and his mind and heart filled with the thrill and excitement of a small child on Christmas morning. He wore a slightly oversized white t-shirt that came down to his hips. Beneath that were the tan cargo shorts, and on his feet were tattered sneakers. He looked more like an exuberant 15-year-old, than like a young man old enough to go die in Iraq. I told him that my wife was going out of town until Monday, so he and I would be at the cabin for three nights, instead of two. And that if he was going to need extra underwear, he better run back home and get them now. He sort of gave me a devilish look, then said, "Awh, shit man, I don't ever wear any underwear!" I think I felt my heart skip a beat when I heard that. I felt dizzy and flushed...and at that moment I really didn't know what was going on. I only know that I felt so damn good. Anyway, in no time at all, we were on the road, the boat in tow, toward the lake. Erik had a litany of questions and seemed to be rather elated that I was actually listening to what he had to say. It was really odd. The first few times I had noticed him around the neighborhood he appeared to the personality of an angry, introverted thug. But there now seems to have been a total reversal of focus.

Within an hour and ten minutes we arrived at the cabin. After we carried all the tackle and food into the cabin, Erik explored the place. The cabin's furnishings consisted of a small kitchen, bathroom, a double wide bed, and an old couch with end tables at each end, and a coffee table. I had bought it five years ago, and it was great, occasional retreat from the world. It wasn't a super big place, but it was certainly large enough for Erik not to keep scraping up against me or bumping into me. Every time I'd turn around, there he was, brushing up against me, or trying to playfully wrestle with me. At first I thought he was just a clumsy oaf. Then it dawned on me what the young man was craving. I think my intent was just to get the guy up here, grab a few glimpses of him naked, and catch a couple of fish while in the process. But my awareness was that he wanted some kind of intimacy from me. So, again, taking a chance, I reached out and wrapped my arms around. His frail 5 foot 7 inch frame, met my muscular 5 foot 10 inch body, and placing his head on my chest, he soberly thanked me for bringing him up to the lake with me. Hugging him tightly for a few seconds, I told him that it was my pleasure, and stood back from him. That bit of physical contact seemed to calm him down; seemed to level him out.

He seemed to suddenly become more aware of his surroundings, and his questions became less manic. I noticed as his eyes began to cautiously shift back and forth between the bed and the couch. Jumping in, I said, "Don't worry, I'll take the couch. You can have the bed". And what came next really stunned me. I don't know why it should have, but it did.

"Why can't we both share the bed?" Erik asked

I was at a total loss for words. Everything was happening too fast. My cock sprang into full erection. My head was swimming in an unreal, Disneyland world. Quickly my brain struggled to siphon through the true meanings of his intentions. There was nothing about the lad that even in the slightest degree suggested that he was gay. So he couldn't be coming on to me, could he? I thought I was the Perv in this situation. Was he afraid of sleeping alone in a strange place? Or maybe he just needed the close intimacy of a male role model that he had obviously never had with his father. Well, whatever the hell it was, I sure wasn't about to turn him down the delightful invitation.

After spending the rest of the day, and way into dusk, fishing out on the lake, we returned to the cabin hungry, dirty and smelling of fish. As I started to prepare supper, I suggested that he shower before we ate. Without haste he grabbed a change of clothes and darted for the bathroom. Standing there listening to the shower water splashing, I couldn't hold back the strong urge to sneak a little peak. Making my way over to the bathroom, I slowly cracked open the door and caught my first glimpses of Erik naked. Though he was behind the slightly smoky glass of the shower door, I could still make out his slender nude figure as I stood there breathlessly enjoying the view.

Still completely uncertain about Erik's strange behavior and sweetness towards me, I decided to test him. He had been completely exhilarated with the adventure of fishing the entire day. Listening and following my every instruction with the alert keenness of a true student. I was beginning to feel that he too was bringing something of great value into my life as well. So I was going to test him about his sexual curiosity; the kind of curiosity that most young man his age have about exploration with things sexual. Before returning to the kitchen I went to the closet and removed three magazines I kept there for jerking off purposes. Two were old Playboy magazines. But the third was a Twink magazine that contained graphic pictures and stories of naked teenage young men. These young men posed in different seductive positions, performing acts of fornication with each other, and with more mature adults. Placing the magazines in plain view on coffee table in front of the couch, I wanted to see which way the pendulum really swung.

When Erik finally came out of the bathroom he wore only his pajama bottoms. This was the first glimpse of his bare skin from the waist up. His chest had amazingly subtle muscle development, his stomach was firm and flat and he had the classic teenage six-pack. I tried not to look at his naked skin the whole time we ate dinner. But I just couldn't help, almost unconsciously, to stare at him. He was a radiant example of glowing adolescent perfection. But for some reason my piercing stares didn't seem to bother him in the least. Every time he caught me gawking at him, he'd just give me this sheepish little smile.

After dinner we shared the task of cleaning up the mess; then retired to the couch to reminisce over the day's adventure. As we sat and talked, I caught Erik's eyes occasionally glancing over at the magazines on the coffee table.

"You like girly magazines?"

"Uh-huh" he replied with a shy grin that caused his cheeks to flush.

I picked up the magazines and handed them to him. Slowly he started thumbing thru the pages of the Playboy magazines as I kept a vigilant eye out for any rise under the thin fabric of his pajamas. Unfortunately there wasn't any as he thumbed his way towards the last few pages. Just as he reached the last page of the Playboy magazines I reached over and pulled the Twink magazine out of his hand and laid it face down on the table,

"You might not want to look at this one!" I told him as I leaned back, pretending that it wasn't any big deal.

"What is it!" he asked

"It's just a magazine of teenage boys doing all sorts of nasty things!"

"Can I see it?"

"Well, I guess, if you like....but....it is kinda graphic!"

"I don't care!' he said, wasting no time to snatch it off the table.

I sat there quietly as he turned the magazine over and got his first glimpse of what I was talking about. On the cover of the magazine was a color picture of a trim 18-year-old boy sitting naked on a bed, with his trim legs spread wide. Covering the guy's crotch was a huge black dot that concealed what the magazine inside revealed. After studying the cover for a moment, he slowly turned the page.

Carefully, I watched every facial expression as he studied each picture on the pages. The first couple of pages were of naked twinks poised in different titillating poses as they fondled themselves. The next few pages were a combination of guys, one about eighteen and the other slightly older performing fellatio on each other. The next page Erik turned to was high-lighted in brilliant red letters that read "Sweet Teenage Virgin". Below the title stood a handsome blonde teenager with a trim physique. Kneeling before the 18-year-old teen God was a much older guy who had just pulled down the teenager's pants to expose his young, flaccid cock. On the adjacent page was a full colored picture of the naked teen sprawled across a bed with the man leaning over, kissing the pink head of his now erect cock. The next two pages revealed the man orally copulating the guy, with great emphasis drawn to the kid's facial expressions. The last picture on the page showed the teenager's cock completely consumed within the man's mouth, as he laid there with his young eyes squinted tightly closed and his mouth gaped wide open in orgiastic glee.

As we both studied the picture, I diverted my attention away from the magazine and was well pleased with what I saw. There, below the thin fabric of his pajamas, was the twitching, bulging outline of his hard, robust cock. Balancing my attention between the magazine and the hard, spasming bulge within Erik's pajamas, I egged him on to turn the page.

As he stared at the next group of pictures, I felt Erik's body shift closer to mine, as though he we perplexed by what he was seeing. Each of the pictures on these two pictures showed the same teenager laying face down across the bed in different stages of being deflowered and sodomized by the man's engorged cock. I sat there motionless not wanting to distract Erik's concentration as he sat there with his eyes transfixed on the pictures with his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"Do you like the magazine?" I ask, breaking the silence that filled the cabin.

Too embarrassed to reply, he just softly nodded his head as he turned the page. The next half of the magazine seemed to drawn Erik's interest even more. When he finally came to the last page, he closed the magazine and lay it down on the coffee table. There was an eerie moment of silence as he gazed at the magazine laying there on the table. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he turned towards me and smiled.

"Man, that's a weird book" was all that he said as he sprang from the couch and headed directly for the bathroom. It was then that I got a good view of his firm little ass that his pajamas stretched across like a thin extra layer of skin.

While sounds of Erick relieving himself filled the silence in the cabin, I pulled back the blankets and prepared the bed for what I was hoping would be a night of pure pleasure with my young guest.

Although Erik was still very talkative once we were in bed together, he never once mentioned the magazine, or it contents. But I could detect an unusual nervousness in his tone of voice and body language, and was slightly perplexed by it. His fidgety behavior could only have been brought on by one of two things. Either he was somewhat frightened I might try to do something to him like the guy in the magazine. Or he was anxiously hoping that I would do something, but was too shy to let his own desires be known. Either way, something had to be done to break the ice. But it had to be done in a very subtle way.

I lay there in the dimly lit room contemplating what to do to break the frigid silence. Finally when the lust in my pained, stiffened groin overcame my sense of reason, I rolled onto my side toward Erik and gently laid my hand on his thigh.

"Erik, there is something I need to tell you, but I'm not quite sure if I should."

"What?" he asked as he turned his head toward me and gave me that sheepishly little innocent grin of his.

"I....I...., I like you, you know that, right?"

"Uh-huh!" he replied as his little grin grew into a wide smile.

"What I'm trying to say, is....uh.....I like you more than just being a friend, ya know?"

"I think so"

"I..........I guess what I'm really wanting to say, is that..............I want this weekend to be something special for the both of us, and I'm hoping that's what you're wanting too. Do you understand?"

"Uh-huh"

"There are so many things I want to show ya," I told him as I took a hazardous risk and slid my hand up his leg onto his crotch.

There was a moment of dead silence as our eyes locked and the tension of the unknown seemed to swell up in us both. Then those eyes that are the color of cornflowers sparkled bright again, and that wide sheepish grin revealed his perfectly even white teeth as he replied, "Oh, I know what you want, Mr. Keiffers. I've known it the whole time". He then swiftly reached down and took hold of my huge, calloused hand and lifted it from his leg.

Fear fiercely gripped me at that moment. I felt that I had made a terrible mistake by misreading all of Erik's odd, but innocent, behaviors and intentions the wrong way. But when he removed my hand, it wasn't away from his crotch. He placed it directly on the erect prick that happily twitched inside the thin fabric of his pajamas bottoms. The feel of that hot flesh caused my entire body to literally tremble, as I heard myself loudly gasp. Instantly his young cock grew to its full seven inch potency, as it joyously jerked, pulsed and throbbed in my greedy hands.

Finally crossing that vast bridge of uncertainty, I leaned over and asked him if he would remove his pajamas. Without haste, his nimble thumbs slid under the elastic waist band and in a flash they came down, revealing the peaches and cream body that was void of any contact with the sun. As the pajamas slid off, I first spied the voluptuous crown of the cock, and then the thick shaft showed itself, nestled between those lush, white, teenage thighs. Pulling the thin fabric over his knees, down to his ankles, where it was promptly kicked to the floor.

Folding my fingers around his warm robust cock, I caressed and massaged it with loving care. This brought forth a seductive little grin across Erik's face as he looked into my eyes. There was no doubt by now that he was willing to learn of the unknown pleasures that an older man was capable of giving to his young body. Laying my head on his chest I started to gently kiss on it. Slowly making my way down to his flat warm belly, on to the sweet stiff piece of meat that I held in my hand. It jumped as my lips touched it and enveloped the fleshy knob.

I released my grip and slowly engulfed it with my hot mouth. Slowly, but, hungrily, my wet, drooling lips traveled down the satiny, fat shaft of his manhood. The taste of his rigid youthfulness was sweet as it slid back and forth across my attentive tongue. From the spongy tip to the base of his moderately hairy pubis, my tongue moved leisurely in a constant rhythmic tempo. My efforts were soon rewarded by faint moans of newly conceived joy as Erik's body grew rigid from the burning turbulence of immense pleasure that now inflamed his young loins. In an uncontrollable jerk, Erik's body arched as he began to tremble slightly. Knowing that the moment of bliss was at hand for my young virgin, I quickened my fellatio pace and was soon rewarded by the sweet sounds of pleasurable moans and a horrendous avalanche of his thick youthful nectar filling my mouth with amazing force.

When he finally stopped releasing his copious load into my mouth and throat, it seemed all his liveliness and giddiness had dissipated. He simply lay there where he had collapsed after his last violent thrust up into my throat. Reserved in emotion, he lay in silence, his eyes transfixed on the ceiling as his bare chest raised and lowered. As my young paramour lay there in his trance-like state, I eased off my underwear and gently rolled him on to his side, facing away, and snuggled his warm, satiny body against mine.

After vanquishing that first bond of intimate contact, I was reluctant to press further by exploring the small firm cheeks of his ass that lay nestled firmly against my groin. Instead I felt it best to take my own pleasure between the velvety folds of his inner thighs. With a keen awareness to Erik's reaction, I slowly slid my engorged organ down the moist crevice of his cheeks and penetrated the small gap just beneath them, so that the tender skin of his inner thighs enveloped the shaft of my cock in its tight embrace.

As I began taking my pleasure between the satiny folds of his thigh, Erik seemed to become desolate. The far away look in his eyes and the blank expression on his face made me feel that I had exceeded the boundary of his willingness. Concerned, I leaned over and whispered in his ear if he was alright. Craning his head back towards me, he said nothing, but gave me that cute, little, devilish grin of his. Feeling more at ease, I continued on, and within minutes I flooded Erik's thighs with the hot juices of my manhood. Laying there with the instrument of my manhood still nestled between his legs; I cuddled Erik in my arms and let the cool, calm night air embrace us in its tranquility.

That morning when I awoke, the cool damp air chilled my skin from the absence of the warm young body that I had embraced throughout the night. Erik was up early, sitting at the table preparing his fishing gear for the day's adventure on the lake.

The whole day on the lake passed without the slightest mention of the lascivious act we'd shared last night. But, once back at the cabin, as the night cloaked the evening in its soothing grip, Erik's curiosities and desires surfaced tenfold.

I took my shower first. And as I had made my way to the bathroom, I had stopped at the doorway and watched as Erik stretched out across the bed and began thumbing his way once more through the Twink magazine.

As I was about to finish my shower, the bathroom door squeaked open. Slowly the glass shower door slid back and in stepped Erik, naked as a new born baby and fiercely aroused. In the well-lit bathroom, I was finally able to see and enjoy the alluring sexual charm of his slender figure. Without saying a word, I began to wash him from head to toe, saving the most interesting parts for last. It was then when we stood there face-to-face and I began washing his formidable fat cock, Erik had finally touched me for the first time. Taking me by complete surprise, he began wrapping his soapy hands around me, and then slowly began stroking the entire length of my rigid, lustful sex organ.

"What's it like?" asked Erik, beginning to massage my balls.

"What's what like?"

"Getting fucked."

Not only did his question stun me, but so did the word. Even though his behaviors are occasionally aggressive, I had not heard one swear word out of his mouth during the time I'd known him.

"Well.....it's...its kind of hard to describe, Erik. You see, at first it can be rather uncomfortable. But it's a gift of great pleasure to the one you let do it."

After a moment or two of silence, he said, "Does it ever feel good, like...you know?"

"Oh, yes......very much so, once you start doing it....Why?"

His didn't answer me, only shrugged his shoulders. But a reply wasn't relevant. His inquisitiveness about anal copulation assured me that the Twink magazine had kindled his curiosity and I knew that with a little anal stimulation, his tight little virgin blossom would be mine for the taking. Ever so gently, my well soaped forefinger began to massage Erik's velvety sphincter.

Embarrassed by his own inquisitiveness, Erik shyly laid his head against my wet chest and continued stroking me. Feeling no need to push the issue further, I let it rest, deeply enjoying the intimacy we now shared. Unfortunately, I had to interrupt this majestic moment when I felt Erik's knees weaken and start to buckle from the immense pressure that my own hand was stirring within his young loins.

After our shower, I suggested a nice soothing oil massage. Giving me this blushing frolicsome sneer, Erik agreed and raced me to the bed.

"Which side first? Front or back?" I ask, approaching the bed with a bottle of Baby Oil in hand.

There was no doubt as to which side the horny teen would choose. He lay there on his back, his long legs spread wide, with that gorgeous cock weaving valiantly in the air, begging for attention. Unconsciously, he enticed me to crawl between those legs as I stood there at the foot of the bed.

I stood there for a moment admiring his naked beauty and his perfect, seven-inch penis. It was so nice and round and fat, with the most phenomenal flared head; its countenance was mesmeric. His long, lithe, slightly-muscular body, centered by such a formidable phallus, made him almost too beautiful to behold. Suddenly I found myself dropping the bottle of oil. I crawled between those legs and lay there, inhaling, kissing, licking and simply worshipping his manhood. I lingered for a while on that knobby flared head. I slid my lips around it, softly sucking on it. Then inch by inch, my lips traveled down the entire length of the shaft, until my nose was buried in that lush bush of honey-hued pubes. He welcomed this gesture with guttural sounds of appreciation, slowly rising his body from the bed to greet my mouth. In slow shallow movements, I bobbed my head, cradling the underbelly of his sensitive cock on my tongue, as the fleshy, flared head of the knob titillated the back of my mouth.

When Erik's thrusting humps into my mouth grow too frenetic, I slowed my suction just a bit. I didn't want to finish worshipping his phallus just yet. But that did not slow him. He'd already traveled an inalterable course towards an explosion.

As he wildly humped into my mouth, he brought up his knees to each side of my head and pressed them against my ears. He began reciting some gibberish poem or limerick. His hands came down and commenced to pull at, and tussled my hair.

Erik Sorrensen surely was, in a blissful state of ecstasy. At one point it seemed he was trying to force the entirety of his body into my mouth. Then he began moaning that he wanted to give it to me!...that he wanted to give it to me badly! I felt that I had tortured him enough by not allowing him to climax. The boiling pleasures within his young loins had obviously swelled almost beyond their zenith. Now, with elongated strokes, I increased my tempo which caused his body to grow rigid as the peak of orgasm neared. The groans came from somewhere deep within him; then he began to laugh, then he sounded as though he were crying, then came that delightful sound that I had heard him make last night during orgasm. He released it. Followed by an ululation of loud pleasurable moan, he quivered in one violent spasm as his urethra throbbed and pumped its hot blasts of thick, creamy teenage nectar across my jubilant tongue, teeth and tonsils.

Still trembling, as his contracted balls released their honey-like deliveries into my mouth, Erik shoved my head free from his sensitive cock, and rolled away, turning onto his side. With a gentle nudge to the small of his back, he rolled over onto his belly. Without haste, I opened wide and lay between his legs and let the sweet smell of his young lusty skin fill my senses. Gently I kissed both of those peaches and cream orbs of his small, dimpled ass. Taking a hold of the firm mounds of flesh, I parted them and gazed upon the treasure they concealed. Before me, surrounded by very little hair, laid the sweetest pink cherry blossom I had ever seen. Though Erik was 18, the pink little ringlet of his anus looked as small as a dime. And it puckered so succinctly taut that only the faintest hint of a hole was visible. Kneading those tender folds of flesh with my fingers, my tongue began to explore the crevice between them, floating down and gently across the tiny pink blossom that lay deep within. With gentle little jabs from the tip of my tongue, Erik began to squirm and moan as I contentedly dined on the rosy blossom of his virginity.

"Oh God, don't stop! Please...no!" he faintly whimpered as I raised my face from between the cheeks of his delicious ass after ten minutes of eating.

With Erik's asshole and cheeks now moist and wet, I quickly oiled up my own engorged instrument of lust with the baby oil. The few other times when I had deflowered an anal-virgin straight guy, I did it from behind, so I could watch my cock slowly submerge between the ass cheeks of their tight bottoms. But with Erik, I wanted him from the front so I could look into his eyes as I popped his cherry and sunk my cock deep inside the velvety cavity of his virgin passage.

Rolling Erik over onto his back, his face was masked with mixed expressions of anticipation and fear. Raising up his knees, I laid between them, holding my body up with my left arm as my right hand guided my cock between his moistened cheeks.

Lovingly, I pushed the hair from his forehead, looked deeply into his eyes, and pushed. As the head of my cock starting pressing firmly against his tight anus, Erik's eyes stretched to the size of saucers. As I pressed again, Erik instinctively jerked away when my efforts to penetrate his taut orifice failed. I knew that the only way I'd be able to penetrate his tightly clenched sphincter was with one forceful lunge. So I slid my arms under him and held him by the shoulders so he couldn't move away and gave my hips a hard, firm shove downwards.

When I felt the hot moistness of his blossom about to open, Erik's mouth dropped open as a rush of air filled his lungs. As his sphincter muscle weakened and finally gave way, his tiny anus stretched open and swallowed the head of my cock. That ecstatic invasion caused Erik to expel the ballad of virginity lost in loud cries that echoed throughout the cabin.

From past experiences I had learned not to linger long before venturing forward to find that magic spot within that brings all anal virgins immense pleasure. I found that magic spot when my insertion had traveled three more inches into that scalding liquid fire of Erik's fuck channel. I felt his tight anus fiercely contract around my intruding member, assuring me I had found it.

Progressing no further for the moment, I gently massaged that spot until Erik's grunts of discomfort turned to faint moans of pleasure; and his cock returned to its hard, fat, rigid power.

"This is what its like". I softly whispered in his ear as I slowly slid the remaining length of my cock into the sweet depths of his virgin passage.

With his head lying beside mine, I could hear Erik's every grunt and moan while his body jerked beneath me, and the sound of our slapping skin resounded throughout the cabin. It seemed that I sailed blissfully upon that exhilarating ride for a thousand years. And when my own pleasures were about to erupt, Erik reached out, grabbed my arms and lifted himself off the bed to meet my pounding thrust. His eyes rolling up into his head, he released a high pitched utterance, as his hard, pounding cock twitched wildly and sprayed both of us with its copious seed. It seemed we were in the line of fire of that sweet cock for many long, delicious seconds. As Erik trembled in his orgasmic convulsion, his tight little anus was also contracting in pulsating spasms, milking the hot cum from my balls as it poured and erupted into the liquid depths of his hot velvet passage.

Finally, with our pleasures spent, we laid cuddled in each other arms, as I suckled his tender ear lobes and neck. Eventually, total exhaustion overcame us both, and I remember slowly dozing off with Erik lying across my chest. With his small, firm ass cupped in my large fisherman's hands, the tranquil songs of chirping crickets serenaded me to sleep.

That weekend at the cabin, a year ago today, was my first and last intimate coitus with Erik. The next morning he acted as though he were still the same innocent, all-male, devil-may-care, anal-virgin, completely untouched and uneducated in the world of gay sexual pleasure. Though I could tell he wished to keep the loss of his virginity a secret, there was always that special twinkle in his eyes of pleasure unknown, found, each time we encounter each other.