A Week in Maine Part 1
"You're going to love Maine!" my mother promised. "Your father's boss and his wife have a beautiful place on a lake and they invited us for the week. You can learn how to water ski!"
I rolled my eyes. A week with my parents and some random grownups? Even on a lake it sounded like torture.
"Oh, come on Danie!" my mother pleaded when she saw the look on my face. "Your father says Wayne and Stacy are wonderful, and their son Kyle is just a few years older than you. Anyway, we're not letting you stay home by yourself, so pack your bag. You'll have a good time, I'm sure of it!"
"Whatever," I said, heading off to my room.
I was 18, socially awkward, girlfriendless, and perpetually horny. I had just graduated from high school and had no job. I was going to college in the fall, but for now I was living in my parents' basement, playing video games, watching porn and jerking off three times a day. Needless to say, my self-esteem was not at an all-time high. The last thing I wanted was to hang out with my parents and their friends and some 20-year-old guy who probably was just going to remind me of what a geek I was.
Sunday
I sat in the back of the car with my earpods and Nintendo, trying to make the best of a bad situation. Given my social ineptitude I was stressed about spending a week with strangers. My mother had the idea that Kyle and I would instantly become best friends, but I doubted it. I dreaded having to make conversation.
When we arrived, though, I had to admit Wayne and Stacy's place was incredible. It was actually a compound, with a long driveway to the main house. There was a guest house, a boat house, and a sandy beach with a fire pit. They had a gazebo with a bar, and a raft that you could swim out to that had a slide on it.
Even better, it turned out that Kyle was a super-cool guy - even if he did call me 'Danny.' Usually I hated that and always insisted people call me 'Daniel,' but for some reason with Kyle I let it go.
He was about 6'2", a full head taller than my 5'8". He had a shaved head, diamond-stud earrings, and a tribal tattoo around his bulging right bicep. He had a hip, rugged look - the opposite of me. In his sleeveless t-shirt, shorts and flipflops he looked like a buff triathlete, while I was just a short, skinny guy with unkempt hair.
Despite my shyness Kyle immediately put me at ease. While Wayne and Stacy gave us a tour, Kyle and I trailed behind and he filled me in on all the fun things to do - they had a motor boat, canoe and sailboat and the fishing was good, he promised.
Kyle told me we would be staying in the guest house while the parents stayed in the main house. "It's great over there, Danny," Kyle whispered to me conspiratorially. "We got the big screen, Xbox, and a fridge stocked with beer and munchies. What more could you want?"
After we dropped our stuff in our rooms, Wayne grilled burgers and Stacy cooked corn on the cob and we ate on the huge deck overlooking the lake. After dinner we sat around the fire pit, watching the stars and listening for loons calling. When it was time to turn in, Kyle led me over the guest house by flashlight. He gave me a towel and made sure I had everything I need.
"Let me know if you need
anything
," he said. "Maybe we'll take a boat ride and play some Madden tomorrow?"
"Sounds great!" I said. So far, my trip to Maine was way better than expected.
"Good night, dude," Kyle said. "See you in the morning."
Monday
Monday was one of the best days ever. Kyle woke me early to go fishing off the dock and just after sunrise I caught a bass. Kyle cleaned it and fried it in a cast-iron pan for breakfast. He took me canoeing, which I had never done before, then after lunch I tried water skiing for the first time. Kyle stood behind me in the shallow water off the beach, holding my thighs as I crouched down, my skis tips pointed up, gripping the rope in my outstretched arms. When Wayne gunned the motor the boat lurched forward, and just as the rope got tight Kyle gave me a little push. I closed my eyes and held on for dear life, then suddenly I was standing, zipping along the surface of the lake, the wind in my face. I squeezed that plastic bar tight in my fists as my parents cheered from the boat, Kyle pumping his fist from the shore.
Later Kyle and I played Madden. I thought I was good but he was better, of course. After dinner we all sat around the fire pit again, watching the flames and the stars, drinking beer. It was the first time I ever drank with my parents, and I got the shock of my life when Stacy pulled out a joint and lit it, right in front of all of us, as if it was no big deal. I smoked with my friends, of course, but I never dreamed that my parents were cool with it, let alone smoked themselves. I looked at my mother, wide-eyed, as Stacy passed her the joint and she took a big hit, then passed it to me. I held it out like a stick of dynamite, looking back and forth from my mother to my father.
"No pressure, Daniel," my father said, "but you're 18 now so if you want a hit go ahead."
My mother nodded. "We know you smoke, honey. We're on vacation and no one's driving, so feel free."
I shook my head, amazed, and took a big hit, blowing the smoke out into the starry sky. We sat around for a while, opening more beers, telling stories and laughing, having a great time. For the first time in my life I felt comfortable with people other than my small circle of nerdy high school friends.
It was late when we put the fire out, the rising moon casting a long, white reflection across the glassy surface of the lake. While our parents headed back to the main house, Kyle proposed a dip in the lake before we turned in.
"Um, I don't have my swim trunks," I hemmed as Kyle pulled his shirt off.
"No problem, Danny!" Kyle laughed. "No one here but us guys."
He stripped down naked, dove into the water and swam out to the raft.
"Come on, Dude!" he called as he pulled himself up.
I had never skinny dipped before, but under the starry sky with the fire burning it seemed perfectly natural. I pushed down my shorts and briefs and tossed them on the sand along with my shirt. I swam out and sat on the raft across from Kyle. He was lying on his back and I could see his six-pack abs illuminated in moonlight. Also, I couldn't help notice that his cock was huge, despite being soft. I found myself wondering how big it got when it was hard.
"Look at the stars," Kyle said quietly, breaking me out of my stupor. I wondered if he noticed me checking him out. I felt my face get red.
Not knowing what else to do, I lay back on the raft and looked up at the sky. Kyle pointed out the Milky Way and told me to watch for shooting stars.
I was in a different world - stargazing, stoned, the raft gently bobbing on the waves, lying naked next to another guy. It was all so new to me.
"I'm so glad you came to visit, Danny," Kyle said softly. "I love to share this awesome place with friends."
"Yeah," I agreed, happy that Kyle considered me a friend.
"Sometimes people leave here completely changed. It's amazing."
I nodded thoughtfully, wondering if the week would somehow change me. I knew, deep down, that I needed to make a change from my humdrum existence.
Maybe my mother was right?
I thought.
Maybe a week in Maine would do me some good?
* * *
Back in the guest house I jumped in the shower and put on my pajamas. I heard the TV going in the living room so I went out to say goodnight before I turned in. I wanted to tell Kyle that I really appreciated the excellent day he shared with me.
Kyle was on the couch, and I was surprised to see him unashamedly watching a porn video that he had pulled up on the big screen. It was one I recognized from Mark's Head Bobbers and Hand Jobbers. MHBHJ was my favorite - I love those POVs of girls sucking on Mark's big cock. "I hope you don't mind," he said with a lecherous smile.
