As kids we grew up in Toronto. My parents weren't rich, but they were well enough off that we had a lake cabin for the summers. In late spring we went up with our father to get the place in order for the summer. Once school was out we went up with our mother and spent the summer at the cabin, my father came up every other weekend. It was a glorious time, lots of good memories.

Right around the time I turned thirteen a family bought the cabin next door. I say next door but really it was about a half a mile away. They had a couple of boys and we soon found ourselves spending time together. The older boy was sullen, withdrawn but he paid attention to me and whenever he was sent to do something he had me tag along. The afternoon when he had me suck him the first time we were in the boat house. He had to pee and he got his dick out and stood there beside me and peed into the lake from the slip. He asked me to pee, I took out my little dick and peed. After I peed he took my dick in his hand and asked me if I liked that. He told me to hold his dick and to jerk him. He jerked me too and we both got erections. He pulled my swim trunks down to my ankles and had me kick them off and got behind me and humped me and asked me if I liked that, because I was never going to find something better than that. He poked up into my ass and pushed against me butt hole.

He then got his swim trunks off and bent over the container that held the boat cushions and asked me to poke him with my dick. While I poked he jerked himself, asking me to poke hard, harder and I got passed and he said to poke it all the way in. More he said, more and more. I ejaculated, I came inside of him, and I pulled out my dick, it came out and it was sensitive. He had not been able to jerk himself off and asked me to jerk him and suck him, but to do it hard and fast. After a minute he ejaculated I tasted my first cum. He told me would do it again, only the next time he was going to fuck me.

We spent a lot of time together. We found this secluded place and would lay there and jerk our dicks. He liked being sucked and jerked and I sucked and jerked. From the very beginning I liked the taste of his cum, I ate it all, off my face, off his pants, off his dick. We fucked out there, he was right, I liked it, I liked getting fucked more than I liked fucking him, but he liked getting fucked so we did both. And we jerked and sucked off each other.

The summer went fast and soon we all left and went back to school, the winter and growing up. We saw each other during the summer, no one ever found our place, we got naked and had great sex. He brought along some cream from his mother's makeup kit and we buried it and left it out there. It made fucking that much easier. I didn't fear his dick, I loved his dick, I loved jerking him off and getting my mouth and face up close. We peed together, crossing streams, and I started to let him pee in my mouth. At first it was take it a little bit, but I went ahead and got down on my hands and knees and he paid straight into my mouth. I swallowed what I could and the rest just poured out of my mouth onto the ground or down my chin and chest.

We grew up and he went off to work for the summers and couldn't get together. I stared working a summer job and the days of getting together at the lake became a memory. I had a job delivering packages for a while and I met a banker who liked me and that is how I broke into the gay scene in Toronto. He took me, I was his boyfriend. I got a full time job at another bank on his recommendation and I moved out and lived with a couple of other boyfriends. It was the life. The parties, the good times. Everything as underground. I heard about boyfriends getting together for sex parties, but I also heard of all the breakups and fights. I stayed out of that, and it was good that I stayed out of that, you wanted to be sure of your partner. My banker partner also kept himself away from others and we stayed clean and didn't mess around. Not thinking about it, but I stayed with that one man for over thirty years.

I have a lover now, a boyfriend that I look after, a guy who grew up in the nineties, I tell him about the times in the sixties when I was a new teen and my times at the lake. He disbelieves me, that we fucked all those years through our teens. I tell him about all the wild parties of the seventies and having to stay underground. Fortunately I found a career in banking which kept me on the quiet side, the conservative side, and I avoided the party scene with my long time lover. He and I are the same age difference as I was when I was the boyfriend being looked after. I tell him its OK to have someone pay the bills for you, just remember to stay clean and not mess around.

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