Dear reader,
This is an ongoing attempt at making a story with fantasy and adventure mixed in, while maintaining eroticism throughout. It is based off of some previous short stories I submitted and as such has material (though edited and changed somewhat) from them that inspired this current version. All rights and ideas are my own and all copyrights are mine. All characters are 18 years of age or older at least in human years.. ;) Thank you for any feedback, comments, critiques and votes! Hope you enjoy...
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Awakening
The year was 1982, a time of greater innocence then today and for some a time of budding youth and exploration. The classic hair-band's such as Motley Crue, Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, and KISS ruled the air-waves and Rock and Roll was still considered rebellious and teen driven. Cell phones were non-existent and computers were in their infancy and far too expensive for the average consumer to own for no good reason. The sexual scene was not as conservative as the generation before nor was it nearly as prevalent or open as it is today. Add to this the fact of living in a small rural town in America and you have the act of making out for the first time becoming a big deal in one's life. Scott lived in such a place and time, and his adventures (as he liked to view them) all started from here.
Growing up in a small town has its advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, Scott knew pretty much everyone in town. On the other hand, everyone else also knew everyone in town. This is good when you need to find somebody (in a time pre-cellphones) or borrow a tool that a neighbor might have for work you needed done. However, the amount of people available for exploring one's sexual desires is limited at best. The saying around town was that; "It's a place where you don't lose your girlfriend, you just lose your turn." Said tongue in cheek, it none the less still had a certain amount of truth to it. Thus at the age of 18, Scott's pool of prospects was fairly narrow and not readily available the majority of his youth, resulting in him still being a virgin.
There was nothing particularly special about Scott, at least not any more so then most other youthful boys that grow up in the country or on a farm. Chores are a way of life, such as gathering and splitting firewood for the winter, feeding livestock, and maintaining the home and the land while your parents work to pay the bills and raise a family. Consequently, a strong physique is often a result of such living, and Scott was no different. Though he didn't have ripped abs or a body-builders musculature, he was still very toned and athletic. Scott was what some might call "country strong." His reddish-blond curly hair and hazel eyes bespoke of his Norwegian heritage, and though he would never grace the pages of a GQ cover, he would still be considered easy on the eyes.
It was summer time in the valley, July to be exact. The last summer that he and his friends would be living with their parents before going to college or making a living somewhere else, whether it be taking over the farm or finding a job with the mills or factories in the county. Scott lived in a town situated in the Rocky's, a jewel nestled amongst the back drop of majestic snow-covered peaks that seemed to reach toward the heavens on blue sky days such as the one he was experiencing today. School was out, and most all his friends were working summer jobs or helping their parents around their land. Having just chopped and stacked another chord of wood for the wood shed in preparation for the coming winter, Scott was taking a breather and enjoying the summer air and sun while he cooled down. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he took a long drink straight from the cold well- fed garden hose. Gulping profusely, Scott then let the stream of ice-cold water hit his face and ducked his head under, soaking his curly locks and upper torso. Shaking his head as water droplets sprayed out in a rainbow pattern, he let the hose hit the ground while he went to turn the spigot off.
Having completed his chores early, he wondered what to do with the rest of the weekend. Anthony and Howie (his best friends) were out of town, and the rest of his usual gang were busy working their summer jobs or taking summer vacations. Turning the spigot off, he reached over his shoulders and pulled his soaked shirt over his head. Ringing it out, he wiped the excess water off his face and damp torso. Maybe I should just "borrow" some of my Dad's Penthouse and Playboy's from under his bed and have fun with myself today, he thought. Thinking about jerking off to some new porno magazines was actually starting to get Scott hard, as his cock began to swell and his blue jeans began to tighten. Rubbing his crotch, he began to fantasize about what he would do if he actually had a girlfriend, like Jules from across the river, or Linda, his neighbor across the field. Quickly, his youthful cock hardened and unbuttoning his 501 Levi's was his only option if he didn't want to cause some serious harm to himself. Reaching his hand in and pulling out his stiff member felt nice, and he hadn't even started really stroking himself yet. Grasping his 6" penis firmly, Scott began to move his hand up and down. His fist did not quite close around his thick shaft, and as he began to stroke it his cock swelled even bigger and harder. Seminal juice was already dripping from the end of his hard pole in anticipation, and he used this to rub around his circumcised mushroomed head and lube up his shaft. Thinking of Jules this time (she or Linda was his favorite fantasies), Scott played out a new sexual fantasy going through his head;
Jules was sitting on the raft across from him as he leisurely rowed down the river on a hot summer day. She looked spectacular with her teal bikini stretched taut around her womanly curves. Through his sunglasses, Scott again assessed the statuesque like figure in front of him. Jules had raven black hair that flowed nearly down to her waist. She must have been growing that from birth to get it that long, he thought. Her waist flared out with bubble shaped hips that held the strings up on her bikini and made Scotts mouth water with the desire to set his lips and teeth to the area and nibble his way to her cheeks and cleft below. Gazing up, he took in her C-sized chest. As the wind blew up river, her nipples perked up and stretched the fabric, riding high enough to appear to be pointing directly at his eyes. There was nothing petite about Jules, as she was cast from the ancient legends of Amazon women. Nearly 6 feet tall, her figure still maintained the classic hour-glass look of a full figured Goddess. Her face sported the cutest dimpled chin, combined with the high cheek-bones of Native Americans. Her brown eyes were always direct and filled with mischievous laughter; as if she understood a joke you did not. In short, there was not a part of her that Scott did not want to explore with every part of his own body, be it mind, mouth, hands, or penis.
Scott's hand began to quicken its pace as he stroked his cock more urgently. Gathering himself, he backed up to the picnic table in the front yard and leaned back to free himself more for his growing need. With his pants nearly down to his knees, he resumed his fantasy;
Jules reached into the cooler and brought out a couple of beers. Handing one over, she cracked her own and took a long pull off the bottle. Her lips looked wet and plump wrapped around the end, and he couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like around his manhood. Setting her beer down, she pulled her own sunglasses down her nose and peered over them at Scott with nymph- like eyes;
"So, are you staring at my breasts or at my legs?"
Nearly choking on his beer, he sputtered; "Well...sorry, but a little of both."
She laughed. "Fair is fair"; she said, "I guess I was just wondering because I see you must be thinking of something." Unabashedly she then stared straight at Scott's crotch. Looking down he noticed his hard-on poking a tent in his shorts. Turning a little red, he said; "Sorry again", chuckling slightly, "I am not sure what to do about it." In truth, he knew exactly what he wanted to do about it.
"So, is that going to get in the way of rowing us through the rapids?" The twinkle in her eye only gleamed brighter.
Feeling brave and jumping on the opportunity, Scott replied; "Not if I do something about it first."
"Oh, and what would you do?"
"Wouldn't you like to know!"
"Yes, I would ...please?...would you show me?"
Holy shit! He thought, is she serious? His cock having only been half hard was now fully raging and stiff as a red hot rod.
Figuring he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, he set the oars aside and reached for his shorts to pull them down. Taking his time and keeping his eyes on Jules he at first pretended to start to slide his shorts toward his knees. Watching her intently, he lightly and jokingly said; "Well, if you insist."
