My First Summer

We drank way too much coffee, talking about how Steve and I met. I was impressed with myself, telling Dean all of the details. I really had a hardon, sitting there reliving everything. God, I was horny! I could see Steve sweating as I was talking about it. I kept it clean to a degree, I didn't want to give old Dean a heart attack.

Dean got up from the table to pour more coffee from the stove, and I saw my chance to sneak out and take a leak, plus try and adjust my raging hardon. Damn these overall were tight.

"Where you going?" Dean called out.

"Be right back." I said, over my shoulder, in search of the nearest tree. I stopped at the edge of the driveway, undid my bib, hauled myself out and let it flow. Man, that was close, I thought. I closed my eyes, as I was feeling better, then I heard something to my side. I looked right, and there was Steve, standing there, doing the same as I was. He smiled at me. We both shook our own, then buttoned up. He leaned in and kissed me, deeply, wrapping his arms under mine, around my chest, squeezing me so tight it almost took my breath. I went limp in his powerful grip, loving his manhandling. Slowly, after sucking my tonsils out, he pulled back, tugging on my bottom lip with both of his.

"Come on. We're going for a swim." He said softly.

"What?"

"We're going swimming."

"I...can't."

He looked confused. "Can't, what? Swim? You can't swim?"

I smacked his chest. "Of course I can swim. But, what about...?"

He chuckled, looking toward the old shack, then back at me. "Dean? You're worried about Dean?"

"He said he was a dirty old man. You called a dirty old man. Won't he..."

Steve laughed. "He'll probably get all horny over it, watching your tiny little ass. Don't worry about him, he won't touch you at all. He will probably just sit on the porch and watch. Come on." Steve pulled me by the hand, walking quickly acroos the road, we stepped over the split rail fence, to a grassy area of the large pond. Steve was stripping clothes so fast, I couldn't keep up, especially those tight fitting overalls. Steve dove in first, skimming underwater for quite a ways, then surfacing.

"Dive shallow." He said, when he surfaced. "It's not very deep." I smiled at him, and then dove in. I went beyond him underwater and then came up at the edge of a sand shoal in the middle of the pond. The water was cool, and was great in the summer sun. I turned and watched Steve walk toward me through the water, it was about midchest to him. He had an evil grin on his face. I stood up on the sandy ground, the water just above my knees. Steve kept coming toward me.

"Don't come any closer." I said, shaking a finger at him. The evil grin turned to a smile, and a lustful look. I had seen that look before, last night on the deck. I looked over my shoulder for an escape route. Turned back and he was almost on top of me. I spun, but he caught me by the wrist, pulling me back to him. His hands and arms, all over me at once. It was like being swallowed up by an octopus. His mouth went to my neck, moving up and down from my ear to my chest. I tilted my head back and let him have me, closing my eyes, loving every second of his touch. I moaned, feeling the touch and my cock growing rock hard, lifting up between his legs, lifting his heavy balls. I started to move my hips back and forth. I could feel his long thick length growing rapidly, pushing up between us, now trying to get some attention as well.

"I want you to fuck me." I whispered as I moaned.

"No, I want you to fuck me." He was tonguing my ear out, driving me crazy. I reached down and began to finger his length. "Like we did under the deck yesterday. Put it inside of me and just pound the fuck out of me."

"Oh, yes." I whispered into the air. "Oh, yes, only if you'll fuck me."

"Oh, little man, you know I will. I always want to fuck you." He pulled away, turned to put his back to me. He arched his back, thrusting his ass open to my cock, as it was sliding up and down his wet crack. He reached over his shoulder with one hand, placing it on mine, the other hand, grabbed my cock guiding it into place. "Push." He moaned. I pushed slowly, making him moan a little louder. "Harder, push a little harder." His hand clamping my shoulder tighter. "Oh, fuck...yes...oohhh...yyessss." He hissed as my head slid inside of him. I moved slowly, burying my full length into him. "That is so fucking good." He arched his back more. "Now, give it to me. Slide it in and out, oh yeah, just like that."

I responded to his words, giving only slow motions, in and out only a little, keeping him filled with my length. I wrapped my hands around him, pulling us together. My hands moved up to his nipples, feeling them, twirling them in my fingertips. His moaning was becoming louder, my movements becoming faster. I loved it when my balls slapped against him, and that sound, it was driving me crazy. My mouth went to the base of his neck, in between his shoulders.

"Oh, fuck, Kevin, you're pounding my spot. Oh, yeah, keep going, oh fuck yeah. Oh my..." His head came back, leaning against mine as he moaned loudly, and I could feel him clamping on me. I lost it, pumping once deeply into him, I shot with a heavy pulse, making him moan, my cock expanding. I was still, but kept shooting in him, my eyes closed, loving every second of the feeling. My fingers clamped tightly on his nipples, my breathing heavy and then I stopped breathing and shooting. "You made me cum, little man." Steve whispered taking a deep breath, "Fuck, you made me cum. That was so incredible." I was crushed, slowly I pulled out, and took a step back. Steve turned around, clasping both hands to my face. He looked deep into my eyes. "What's wrong? You okay?" He asked, shifting his eyes side to side.

I started to tear up. "I'm fine. But, you came." I sounded disappointed. He pulled me to him, kissing me deeply, and so passionately. His hand went down my back, grabbing my ass cheek. Slowly, he pulled back.

"It was absolutely fantastic. I have never had my spot pounded like that before." He looked into my eyes. "I love you, Kevin. More than you could ever know." He kept scanning my eyes. "Why do you look like that?"

"You came. I'm sorry." I paused for a moment, feeling selfish. "It's just that now, you won't be..."

He chuckled. "...fucking you? Is that what's got you upset?" I nodded, looking away. "Feel this." I turned back, looking at him. His hand guided mine to his firm length. I wrapped my fingers around it, it was growing harder under my touch. He smiled into my eyes. "Don't think your little ass is going to escape me. Oh no, mister. It's mine." He moaned under my touch. "I love it when you touch me. Make me hard, I want it in your tight little ass. I want to hear you scream and moan."

"Oh, god, yes." I moaned, pulling at him. It was getting harder under my touch and my pulling. "Give it to me. I want to be the only one that you want." His mouth went to my neck, again.

"You are, baby, you are." He whispered, working his mouth up and down again, making me moan again. He really knew how to push my buttons. I felt myself getting hard again, my cock fighting his, pushing his balls around with my tip, as I rotated my hips around, my hands sliding up and down his back, down to his firm, muscular ass. I was in such lust and heaven, I never wanted to get out of this water. Nothing else in this world mattered but this moment between us.

"Fuck me, Steve, oh please, fuck me. I want you so bad, it hurts." I whispered, mouthing over his ear, his most sensitive spot of all. He responded, spinning me forcefully in his hands, making the water splash around us, like jumping fish. I leaned my head against his shoulder. "Take me, take my ass." I moaned, wiggling my tight crack over his overhardened cock. I though he was going to explode right there, when I cupped his balls in my hand. He grunted once, pushing me over at the waist, using one hand, he grabbed his swollen member and put it against my tight hole, pushing in with a sight pressure. I had been used so much over the last day, it was easy for him to work inside of me. I rested my hands on my knees, moaning loudly. I bounced back against him, forcing him inside of me more. He moaned at the pressure. He paused a moment then sank himself all the way into me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"You want it? You want all of me in you?" I nodded my head, moaning loudly. He pulled out almost all of the way, stopped, and then slowly sank himself back in. I moaned even louder than before. I was letting myself go, knowing no one was around to hear us. I could scream at the top of my lungs if I wanted too, and I was so close to doing it, as Steve began to pound me, like he never had before, holding my shoulders tight, slapping my ass with his thighs and his balls. Fuck, I was really in heaven now, the heavy, hard pounding, spreading me open further and further. The pressure of it was fantastic. He shifted down a little, forcing his tip upward, pounding against my own spot, I DID scream, begging for more, and then it all went white.

I came around not knowing where I was, feeling hands on me, kissing on my neck. I took a deep breath and licked my lips, needing water like I was in a desert. I gulped in more air. My head turned, as I felt warmth in that direction. It was him, and I was being held tight.

"What happened?" I asked, gulping more air, licking my dry lips.

"You blacked out, baby." Steve nuzzled his nose against the base of my neck. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

I tilted my head forward, looking across the pond, starting to focus on the water and the reeds at the edge. "I think so. I don't know what happened. My butt really hurts." I chuckled softly.

Steve chuckled as well. "I don't doubt it." He whispered. "Let's get you out of the water, and onto shore. Can you walk?"

I looked down, touching the waters surface. "I think so. But..."

"But, what?" Steve asked softly, nuzzling me again.

"I don't feel you in me anymore."

"I'm not, sweetie. Come on, lets go. We'll take it slow, okay?"

He walked with me through the water, supporting me. I felt a little weak, but kept going, trying to walk through the water as it got deeper on my own. I stopped as it went to my midchest level. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him toward me, kissing him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me a little. The water felt good on my sore ass. Our cocks were bouncing against each other, soft, playing on their own with each other. My tongue went deep into his mouth, like I was sucking the oxygen out of him. He responded back as heavy. I knew that he was all mine at that moment, totally mine. He pulled back.

"We've got to get you out of this water. Come on, little man." He turned me, guiding me to where our clothes were piled up on the bank. We walked out of the water, finally. Steve guided me to the grass, laying me on my back. He knelt down beside me, kissing me, gently. "I've got a towel in the truck, I'll be right back. Don't move." I smiled up at him, watching him get up and walk out of my sight, as I was looking skyward, not a cloud in the sky. It was the clearest blue I could ever remember seeing. A bird drifted through my vision as I waited, laying in the soft field grass, as Steve returned with the towel. He began to dry me off, all over, taking his time, working slowly. I loved being taken care of like this. He turned me on my side, drying my back, shoulders, and then the backs of my legs. He went very slowly over my butt, being careful not to hurt me. My vision was getting better finally, and I was becoming more alive. After a few minutes, I was myself again, horny and ready to go. Steve's eyes were wide.

"Whoa, slow down there, you little machine. We're not gonna do anything else for a while. You need a break." He saw I was going to protest, and put a finger to my lips, sushing me. "Don't argue. I've been pounding you since yesterday. You need to adjust to what's been happening to you. When you're feeling better, we'll try again."

"There isn't time!" I almost yelled. "Don't you understand?"

"Sshhhhh." Steve ran his fingers through my hair. "I do understand. It's gonna be okay." He bent down and kissed me softly on the forehead. "I promise. Now, we need to get dressed and get you back to the cabin. It's getting late."

I sat up on the grass, looking paniced. "God, I forgot. Mom said dinner's at six. We both had to be there."

Steve smiled. "It's okay, little man. It's only three now." I breathed a sigh of relief, then got that look again. Steve's eyes widened. "What?"

"Where's Dean?" I whispered.

"Right here, pretty boy." I heard the voice behind me. I snapped my head around, looking up at him. He knelt down behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder. His leathered skin of his palm was warm on me. I bent my head down and rested it on the back of his hand. He cradled the back of my head with his other. "Jesus. I thought that Benny and I were the fucking best. Watching you two, man!" I was embarrassed to the core. "Oh, my dearest little pretty boy. You two were made for each other." His hands left me, and he stood. Steve stood as well, still naked. I saw a finger jab into Steve's chest from Dean. "You ever leave this boy, you'll break his heart. I'll hunt you down and kick your sweet ass. Do you have any idea how much he loves you?"

Steve was quiet, and hung his head. "Yes."

"Do you love him?"

Steve looked Dean in the eye, "Yes."

"Then, my boy, do something about it. Don't just tell him, don't just fuck him, do something about it. There he is, laying at your feet, and you're going to let him slip away." Dean leaned closer to Steve and jabbed his finger again. "Do something about it. I didn't, don't make the same mistake. We lost too many years. You have the chance to make it right, if you really, really want it."

Dean walked away, back across the road. Steve dropped to his knees next to me. He put his hands to his eyes, sobbing heavily. I teared up instantly, letting them flow freely. I was dying inside. My big, strong man, my anchor was falling apart in front of me. I totally felt like it was my fault. I threw my arms around him, dripping tears on him, mixing with his own. Steve pushed me slowly back, looking into my eyes.

"I love you more than anything else in this world. I want you to know that. I can't let you go. I want, ...I need you, to be with me." He sniffled deep, trying to push back hard tears, "I want you in my life, beside me, forever." He paused, looking up at the sky, then back at me. "If you want to be with me, if you will have me. I don't have much, but what I do have is yours."

The tears were streaming down my cheeks. I didn't know what to say. It was like he was proposing to me. I was thrilled and very terrified all at the same time. I reached out and put my hands on his shoulders, looking into his soft, reddened eyes. "I love you so much. I would follow you no matter where you went, would do whatever needed to be done for you only. Nothing or nobody else matters to me, but you. Do you believe me?"

"Yes, I do." Steve nodded his head.

"Good." I leaned in and kissed him. "I really need a nap. Would you take one with me?"

Steve died laughing. He shook his head. "You are something, little man. This is one of the reasons why I love you so much. Now, get dressed." I looked at him, puzzeled. He cocked his head to one side, "What?"

"Does this make you my boyfriend, or my husband? That would make me the wife, right? I don't know about this..." Again, he laughed. He grabbed my face, kissed my forehead, then grabbed his clothes. I watched him get dressed, it was always such a turn on to see him do that. I hoped I never got tired of it.

I stood, slid into my clothes, tucked myself, fluffed my new haircut, and saw Dean leaning against a post on the porch. I smiled at him and blushed. I walked across the grass, stepped over the split rail fence, and then across the road to stand in front of him. I smiled again, and he returned it, taking my chin in a weathered palm, tilting my head gently up to look him in the eye. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"You're very special, pretty boy. Very, very special. If he ever blows it or hurts you, you come here. You will always have a place here. It's like you belong, like you've been here the entire time. Take care of him, but, more importantly, make sure he takes care of you. Don't make an old man worry, hear me?"

"Yes, sir, I hear you." I turned and looked at Steve, crossing the road. My god, he was beautiful. I turned back and leaned close to Dean. "Don't worry. I have a feeling that he is going to be taking very good care of me."

"So do I. Just don't let him get stupid or anything. A good slap upside the head or his tight ass will keep him in line." I grinned from ear to ear, as Dean leaned back, standing in his upright position. "Well, looks like you boys are getting ready to leave." Steve smiled briefly. "So soon, Stevie-boy? What's the rush?"

"Well, we have to get back to his folks, up on the hill."

"Oh, I see. Gonna drink all my coffee, fuck, and run. Hmmm."

"Dean!"

"Jerkin ya, boy. No, I understand. But, really, when are you leaving to go back home?"

"In a couple of days, more or less. I was planning on coming back out, if that's alright?"

Dean smiled really wide. "As long as I can watch you two go at it again, it's just fine with me." He winked at me, I blushed. "You guys are better than any dirty magazine I've ever looked at it.

"Those guys have short dicks and little balls, not like my man here." Steve said, putting his arm around my shoulders, squeezing me. I felt my cock twinge. "Well, he needs a little nap before we do dinner." Steve stepped up on the porch. He and Dean locked into a tight hug. Dean patted Steve's back gently. "Love you, old man." Dean pulled back, wiped a tear from his eye.

"Love you, too, boy." Dean turned and drug me up on the porch, squeezing me into a bear hug. "And, I love you too, Kevin. You make sure and come back here," he pulled away, holding onto my upper arms, "and make sure you do it before I drop over dead."

"Yes, sir. I will." I looked at Steve, then back at Dean. "We will."

"That's my boy." Dean touched my chin with a weathered finger. "I know you will. Now, get out of here. You got be somewhere, and I've got work to do." Dean turned and walked into the shack, as we went to the truck. We climbed in. I felt like I was leaving home, and my grandfather. My heart was pounding so hard, and that damned lump in my throat, again. A tear rolled down my cheek, as Steve pulled the truck out, and swung back down the road. I turned and looked out the back window. I saw Dean step back out of the door, onto the porch, raising one hand to say bye again. I turned in the seat, looking directly ahead. I didn't say another word until we reached the cabin. I sat there in the cab. Steve turned in the seat, looking at me.

"You okay, baby?" He asked softly.

"Yeah. It's just a lot to think about."

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"The last couple of days. My head is spinning from it all." I looked down as I felt Steve take my hand in his. I turned and looked into his beautiful eyes. My heart was melting.

"Kevin, Do you really love me?" He held up a hand to stop me from answering. "Are you sure? Do you know what it really means?"

"You know, this morning, when I came back here to shower and change, my mom got up. We talked. She could see it. She could see how I feel, it's like it was a...badge on my chest. She told me to tell you how I feel, to make sure that you know. I said that I think he already knows. She said that...this only happens once in a lifetime, maybe twice." I paused, looking out the windshield, down the road to the curve, which really led me toward my destiny it seems. "Mr. Adson, alone, loosing his wife. Dean...what a guy. He had what he wanted, lived his life the way he wanted with someone he loved, so...deeply." I turned back and looked at Steve, squeezing his hand. "That's what I want. To live my life with the one that I love deeply, totally. And I know, I know for sure it's you."

Steve had a blank expression on his face, listening to me. He raised his hand to his mouth, touching his lips. "Oh...my...god, Kevin. That was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me." He paused for a long minute, putting his hand back to his mouth, resting his elbow on the steering wheel. He was gathering his thoughts. My heart was sinking, as he dropped his hand, turned back toward me. "I have no doubt now at all that you love me with all of your heart. What did I ever do to deserve you? You are so beautiful in heart, soul, and looks. The total package. I told you at the pond that I love you. Well, I do. I love you so bad it hurts. Everytime I look at you, it hurts. I can't leave here without you. I want you to go with me. I want that life with you. I need to go and talk to your folks."

"Really? You want to talk to my folks? Like, you want their permission or something?"

"Something like that, yeah."

"I think we should talk to them, especially my mom. My stepfather, really, doesn't care. But, I would ask that you let me take the lead in this, please?"

"But..." Steve began, but it was my turn to cut him off this time.

"I know my folks. I know how it works with them. There will be a lot of crying from my mom. My stepfather will probably roll his eyes, not understanding anything, but, deep down he'll be happy just to get rid of me. Well, until he has to mow the lawn. It's my mom that's the real problem. That's why I need to take the lead...please?"

"Sure. You know best." Steve said, leaning forward, giving me a kiss. It was tender, and all too brief. Oh, I wanted him so bad, again. We got out of the truck, walked down the steps together, across the deck. You could hear my mother squeal halfway down the mountain when she saw my hair. Thank God she liked it. The overalls were another story, entirely. I played with my sister for a couple of minutes, then Steve turned his attention to her, taking over.

"Mom. We would like to talk to you for a minute, if that's okay?"

"Sure, honey. What's up?"

"Well, let's go outside." She followed us out, leaving my sister with my stepfather, his nose buried in a book. He used his foot to roll her in her walker, back and forth. His idea of exercise. She and Steve sat on the steps, I stood in front of them. I almost felt like I was on trial or something. My mom was smiling at me.

"Honey, you look so different, with that haircut. It's really great. You have to tell me who did it. You look like a tv star or something."

Steve leaned close to her. "He does, doesn't he?" They looked at each other, smiled. I was glad that they liked each other, but I was going to kill him for being so fucking suave, it was taking the wind out of my sails.

"But, honestly, those overalls." She covered the side her mouth closest to Steve. "They show everything...and very well, too."

"That's kinda what we want to talk to you about..."

"You know, your father was large in that department as well. It looks like you inherited that trait."

"Yep, he is large there, yeah." Steve chimed in, nervous. I shot him a wide-eyed look to stop him.

"You know," mom said turning toward Steve. "don't think me too forward, but I noticed that you seem pretty large there as well."

"MOM!!" They both snapped their heads to look at me.

"Well, it's true, isn't it?" She asked, looking right at me.

Steve leaned his shoulder against hers, "Thanks for noticing."

My mouth fell wide open. "Steve!!" He held up his hands and widened his eyes, then shrugged his shoulders. My mom stood up and walked up to me. She put her hands on my chest.

"Honey, why don't you just come right out and tell me. You're moving in with Steve, you two are going to be...a couple, or whatever you call it." My jaw fell open as I stared at her in complete shock. "Close your mouth dear, it'll make your jaw stiff. So, are you going home with him, or with us, then he'll pick you up later?"

I closed my mouth, looked at Steve, who was shrugging his shoulders, again. I looked back at her. "I don't know. We hadn't gotten that far yet."

"Well, you boys work it out. Honey, you look tired, why don't you go lie down for a little while. Get one of the air mattresses out, put it on the deck. You boys have a couple of hours before dinner. Then you can let me know what you decide later. We are going home in two days, unless Roger pulls the plug early." She turned and looked at Steve, and then smiled. "Would you help him with the air mattress, dear?"

"Yes, ma'am." Steve answered, jumping to his feet.

She walked back into the cabin. We slowly walked down the stairs, to get an air mattress. I was in shock. I thought it was going to be really different, screaming, yelling, tears at least. Maybe that would come later.

"Let me pull it out." Steve said, snapping me back to reality.

"What?"

"The air mattress. Let me pull it out." He reached around trying to get it out of the little storage locker under the deck.

"Oh." I said softly, stepping out of the way. My mind was foggy. I saw Steve pull on the mattress, then tuck it under an arm. He closed the door, turned and started back up the stairs. He stopped, looking back at me as I hadn't moved yet. I felt his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, and smiled.

"Coming?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, sure." I started to move, taking the first step behind him. He was standing there, blocking me.

"It's gonna be alright, you know."

"Really, is it?"

Steve bent over and kissed my cheek tenderly. He pulled back, cradling my cheek in one hand. His eyes glinted in the late afternoon sun. "Yeah, we'll make it that way. Come on, let's go lay down, you look so tired."

We inflated the mattress. I lay down on it, Steve laid down next to me. The mattress was barely twin size. We cuddled together, as the sun had passed by, leaving us in the shade of the cabin, on the deck. Steve nuzzled my neck with his nose and lips, making me moan softly. I had one arm wrapped around him from underneath him. I loved laying like this with him. So, I was drifting off.

I woke with a smile. A voice, soft, calling out my name. My eyes opened slowly. I looked over, my mom was knelt down beside the air mattress, her hand gently shaking my shoulder. "Dinner's about ready." She whispered. She smiled and rose to her feet, turned and walked around the corner.

I looked at my beautiful man next to me, laying there half on me, sleeping so peacefully. I touch the hair draping over his eye, pushing it back. He stirred at my touch. My hand moved down to his firm muscular shoulder. I rubbed it gently through his shirt. His arm that was draped over my waist, slid up my side. He took a deep breath through his nose, as his eyes opened. When he saw me, he smiled wide, leaned in and kissed me.

"Wow." He said softly. "I was really dreaming."

"Oh? What were you dreaming?" I whispered, kissing his forehead.

"About us, being together." Steve propped up on an elbow, resting his head on his palm. "It was nice." I looked up at him, giving him a soft look, smiling slightly.

"As long as we wake up like this every day, I know it will be." I reached up and kissed him. "Come on, dinner's ready."