A recent high school graduate went on a field trip to Lake George, New York in June of 1969, celebrating his graduation in a different way than most of his class, who were attending the Senior Prom that night. Randy Miller wasn't interested in any proms, but he wasn't sure whether he was ready for what he was planning on either.
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This was yet another opportunity for me to run, although now at this point since I had no idea where I was, that might make finding my way back home a problem. Actually, since my actual home was about 60 miles away and I was staying at a motel, I not only didn't know where home was from there, I had even less idea about the location of that motel I had spent 22 bucks on.
As for the man, to my shame I knew only as Colin, his last name neither offered or asked for? I didn't think he was a local either judging by his accent which I couldn't place. This secluded cottage he had taken me to was part of a larger complex, but what brought Colin to Lake George I never learned either. I was too scared to ask much of anything. Too scared to say no either.
The cottage door came open, and then I was herded inside. It was pretty much a bed and a dresser with a mirror, with a chair stuck in the corner, and there was a bathroom off to the side, where Colin said he was going.
"Get undressed, Randy," Colin whispered in my ear from behind and he aqueezed my shoulders. "And please relax. I'm not going to bite you, I swear."
I nodded and watched Colin got to the bathroom door while trying to figure how how this man got even bigger than he seemed to be in that bar where he picked me up. Then again, we were sitting on bar stools then so the difference in our heights and weights wasn't that obvious.
Colin had to be at least a half foot taller and probably weighed 60 pounds more than I did, which put him at around 6'3" and 210 pounds. Since I figured him to be around 40, that made him around twice my age. Bluntly, he was twice the man I was in every way, in addition to looking a little like a TV star whose name escaped me at the time.
So while it was clear what a skinny kid with ordinary looks at best would see in him, my question was what would this man see in me, and as I unbuttoned my shirt and looked in the mirror, the vision of my pale scrawny chest did nothing to answer that question.
I should have gotten that tattoo, I mused as I thought back to that evening at the fair when I had debated with myself over getting that sassy looking devil on my arm. I had talked myself out of it, but more because I was afraid of the pain than the aesthetics.
If I had gotten it, I would look more manly, I concluded, for only for a second because I knew that in reality it would only make me look more ridiculous. I wasn't the tattoo type, any more than I was the hippie type, although my longish blonde hair hinted at that. In reality it probably made me look more feminine, which was the last thing I needed, given the rest of me.
I pulled off my jeans and set them aside, and when I looked up at the mirror I cringed. Out of your league, Randy, I told myself. Get dressed and go. This man is going to come out and see me and my pitiful body along with the too-small-to-suit-me bulge in my tight white briefs and either laugh, or worse.
But then I looked up and discovered it was too late because Colin had exited the bathroom and was approaching the dresser I was standing in front of, and he was naked, or at least I thought he was. I had been too scared to look down, so all I saw was this handsome man with olive skin, big shoulders and a hairy chest who was now behind me.
"Mmm... we look good together, don't we?" Colin said, and I sort of laughed at that because I thought we looked mismatched. Chalky white, smooth and scrawny standing in front of big bronze, muscular and hairy made me look even more out of place.
"I don't know," I said as I look ahead at the mirror, and then it struck me.
Colin looked like the guy that played the Sheriff on TV - Sheriff Taylor, and I looked more like his boy Opie, although I'm pretty sure that Andy Griffith and Ronny Howard never were together naked in a cottage in Lake George or anywhere else.
Technically I wasn't naked, but that was changing because Colin's hands were sliding down my chest and taking the elastic of my underwear down, and not only was I not looking my best down there at the time, it seemed like my dick was trying to retreat into my intestines from fright.
"Mister..."
"Colin," he whispered to me after my underwear dropped to the carpet. "There's nothing to be scared about."
Easy for you to say, I though as his fingers raked through the tuft of golden hair above my dick, and as he took the tube in his fingers my knees were actually knocking.
"Back at the bar," Colin was saying. "That ID you showed the bartender? That wasn't fake was it?"
"It gets bigger," I said quickly. "I swear."
"That's not what I meant," Colin said as he stifled a chuckle as he started lazily pulling on my dick. "I can tell it's going to get bigger because it's so wrinkled. What I meant was that it seems like you're not very - I don't know - experienced. Have you ever been with a man before?"
"Sort of - not really," I said, giving a stupid response that meant I had messed around with a couple of guys my age but never did all that much. "Yes, but not, you know, with a real man."
"I guess I mistook your shyness back at the bar as a way to seduce me," Colin explained. "And it worked, whatever you did. I'm honored that you chose to be with me. That bar, did you know what kind of a place it was?"
"Yes, I had heard stories," I admitted.
"Well, I'm glad that I got to you before some of those guys did, let's just say," Colin said. "You know, you remind me of myself back when I was 18."
"I do?" I said, not seeing the resemblance at all, but when Colin leaned into me I found myself relaxing a bit, the thick pelt of hair on his hand feeling comforting against my smooth back.
"Yes Randy, you see, my first time with a man - my first real time as I think you tried to say, was in as similar situation as this," Colin explained. "I was scared and inexperienced, just the opposite of myself in many ways, and I wanted to run and hide just like you probably did at first."
"I didn't run, just like you didn't," Colin continued. "He told me to trust him, and that he knew how I felt because he had been in my shoes as well. He told me that he wanted that night to be something I would remember forever, as a beautiful dream come true instead of a nightmare."
"And I trusted him and he was right because to this day I remember every moment; every word he said and everything he did to me, and it all fits right now," Colin said as I felt myself about to pass out or swoon as he told me much of what he had been told once himself decades ago.
"You've got a beautiful body, and the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you," Colin sighed, and as he nodded downward toward what he was stroking he added, "And I think you want me too, am I right? Look at you, so big and hard and beautiful."
My eyes went downward, and although I knew that while the organ he had coaxed to life with his words and body was in no way big, the length as average as could be, it was very hard, so erect that it was curling up back towards us.
"You like the mirror?" Colin asked as he bent down and nibbled into my neck. "I moved the bed over so we could see our images from there. It's nice to see ourselves as others see us, isn't it? Look at us."
I looked, and while I still didn't see the beauty in me, I was beginning to see the beauty in us, and even the sight of Colin's cock, now within view as he stood at my right shoulder, didn't make me ashamed.
It was amazing, Colin's cock was, as it hung straight down between his muscular thighs, bronze and larger than either of the other two I had seen like this in person, probably as big as both of them combined.
My hand was trembling when I reached down and put my fingers around the shaft of his manhood - uncircumcised, which added to the mystery since this was new to me as well. His felt different than the others as well, spongy as first but then as the blood started racing through it got harder
and harder until we were both erect and pointing at the glass.
"Not nervous as much anymore, are you Randy?" he asked, and I said that no, I wasn't, at least not as much, and it was then that he turned me around to face him.
I wasn't expecting the kiss, but I didn't turn away. This was my first kiss from a man, and while the feel of a slightly less than smooth cheek against mine startled me at first, that feeling quickly went away as our tongues dueled.
This wasn't only my first kiss as a man, this was my first real kiss. I came to that conclusion as my head spun, realizing that while the girls I had kissed were nice enough as were the experiences, I hadn't felt anything remotely like what I was feeling at that moment. I had been going through the motions, doing what I thought was expected to do, and in the process had not only cheated them but had cheated myself as well.
The spinning feeling came again, but this wasn't from the emotion or the two beers I had consumed at the bar. This sensation was real, because Colin was picking me up, effortlessly like I was a sack of feathers, and as he held me up by my buttocks I wrapped my legs around the backs of his thighs and held him tight.
The feeling as we embraced - I had always wondered about what it would be like to experience being hugged by a hairy man - but my fantasies paled in comparison to the real thing as I felt my skinny body being engulfed by this bear of a man.
Even better was that in this embrace we were in, not only were are chests rubbing together, but so were our cocks. Both of us so hard that the organs were forced upward when we hugged, and now as Colin turned to carry me the few steps back to the bed, the undersides of our dicks ground together hard.
