Archive-name: FirstGay/ftg197.txt
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Archive-title: One hot summer...


Summer break, my freshman year of college, all I wanted to do was
kick back and party.  And that's just what I did for the first week
or so, until my dad stepped in.  Like most parents, he felt a young
man like myself should be out there working the summer, not wasting
it.  One of my dad's friends suggested I work with his son painting
houses.  I wasn't thrilled with the idea.  It wasn't so much the
work (the thrill of watching The Price is Right was gone).  It was
because this guy's son was someone I had though to be real asshole
in high school.  He was one year older than me, and in high school,
that single year felt like a huge gap.  Even so, I remembered Rick
as being this cocky jock with a bad attitude.  The idea of working
all summer with him was so depressing...and there seemed to be no
way out.  My dad had already accepted on my behalf (I hate when that
happens!) for the job.  The next morning I drove over to meet Rick.
 I was a little late -- like I said, I didn't want this job -- I
was on vacation!  Rick immediately gave me a hard time, telling me
how long the lines were going to be now at the paint store, etc.
 Great start to a great summer, huh?  Those first few days were pretty
stressful.  We were working on some beautiful homes and this was
the first time I'd ever painted.  So I was concentrating real hard
..on Rick, trying to do things exactly as he did.  Pretty soon he
eased up on me -- I think his ego liked the fact that I was following
the master!  And then things started to change.  Instead of eating
lunch by myself, Rick started inviting me to go with him to McDonald's
or the deli.  On days when we'd get paid, he treat us to a 6-pack
of cold Rolling Rocks, which we'd drink in the back of Rick's pick-up...ta
lking about almost anything.  I was falling in love...fast!  By now
I no longer had to watch Rick work -- I knew his every move -- and
yet I found myself transfixed by his body.  It was as perfect as
I could imagine -- muscular, and tight.  When we painted exteriors
or interiors on houses with no air conditioning, he'd take his tank
top off.  It was on days like this that I often found myself tripping
over a carpet or nearly losing a bucket of paint from a ladder!
I tried not to let Rick catch my gaze, but I guess he had already
figured things out.  The next night he asked if I had any plans (
I did, but of course said "no, why?")  He said his folks were heading
out of town, and he was going to throw a party at the house.  Great!
And the party was great, not so much because of Rick's friends, which
all of sudden accepted me like I'd been their closest buddies in
high school, but more because Rick seemed to be focusing all his
attention on me.  And I loved every moment of it.  I made a poit
point of being the last one at the house (subtle, huh?)  Rick asked
if I wanted to take a dip in the pool.  We ran out to the back, grabbing
a few more beers along the way (like we really needed them!)  Next
thing I know, Rick has stripped off his cut-offs and is diving off
the board.  I couldn't get my pants off quick enough (In fact, I
remember I knocked over my beer in the process).  I dove in and swam
up to Rick.  He pushed me under, playfully, and we wrestled in the
water for a few minutes.  And then I noticed Rick had the biggest,
stiffest, most beautiful hard-on I had ever seen.  As usual, Rick
was quick to catch my glance, and his eyes dropped to my hard-on.
 without a word, he pulled me tight to his body and, moments later,
we found our lips touching.  I almost came right there in the pool,
but Rick said "come on, let's go inside".  We did...to his room,
where we kissed and sucked each other all night long.  In the morning,
we showered together, coming once more in each other's arms.  We
headed off to our next job...and that night to our next blow job.
 I didn't waste another moment that summer, and my dad said I was
the hardest working guy he'd ever seen!  Well, the work was hard
that summer...and so was the play!  As for Rick, well what happened
after that summer is another story...I'll tell you that another time
if you'd like.
                                                        Rick's First....

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