I lived in a small town in the Midwest. I loved the countryside and the open areas. There were a number of state parks around, and I liked to go and pack a lunch, and sit in the middle of nowhere and eat lunch, enjoying nature.

On weekends in the summer, I would pack a picnic lunch, and go to a park, and kick back and relax and eat slowly, watching the local forest inhabitants staring at me from the nearby trees. I found some very remote, very serene meadows and streams. The area was lovely.

One Saturday, I went over next door to my buddy's house, picnic lunch packed and ready. I asked if anyone wanted to go with me. No one, it seemed, had time to go enjoy nature with me. Except my buddy's son, James. James was a handsome young man, and I welcomed his company. Wearing only a white T-shirt and a white pair of shorts to compliment my own light blue shirt and shorts, we took off in my car and drove away in silence.

I decided to head for one of the small clearings where there was a gentle stream running into a small lake. I loved that area in particular. Remote and undisturbed, the area was basically just forest and small furry animals watching from the nearby trees.

James and I set up the blanket beside the small lake, and lay back and enjoyed the glen for a few minutes. The day was warm, hot, even, and I was glad I hadn't worn any heavier clothing.

"Hey, this would be a nice day for a swim," James said. "That lake sure looks inviting."

He was a muscular young man, brown hair, blue eyes, long, hairy legs. I thought about a swim, and realized, there wasn't a change of clothes or swimming gear in the car.

"Yes, it would be," I said. "Too bad we didn't bring any swimming trunks."

He looked at me, looking up and down my body. The look was calculating, as if he could see right through my clothes.

"We could go skinny-dipping," he said, his voice slightly cracking.

I could feel my eyebrows crease as I looked at him. I laughed.

"Yes, indeed, we could, but, I don't feel like being on display in the middle of nowhere."

"No one comes here, anyway, and no one's going to look," he countered.

"You would," I said with a sheepish grin.

"So? It's not like it's not something I haven't seen before."

I laughed even louder. "I bet," I said. "You sound like you've really been around, Jim." I thought about it for a few minutes, and there was nothing inherently wrong with two guys going skinny dipping, I figured.

He frowned. "OK, bad idea, I guess, but, I'm going to go for a swim!"

With that, he stood and moved a little toward the lake. I watched as he peeled his T-shirt over his head, and then kicked off his sneakers. He peeled his socks off, then hooked his hands in his white shorts. He peeled them down to his ankles, and all he was wearing was a tiny pair of briefs. I could clearly see the outline of his butt. Nice ass, I thought in the back of my mind. But, this was my next-door neighbor, Jim, I thought. I had no idea, no thought, about his being gay.

He turned and looked at me. I could see the bulge of his dick in his shorts. It looked to me like he was getting hard. He stood there, and then, moving slowly, he reached down and hooked his thumbs and fingers in the band of his jockey shorts.

I was staring right at his crotch as he tugged at the elastic band, and was rewarded by a great display of pubic hair, then, his semi-hard cock suddenly poked up. His balls hung low and hairy, swaying gently as his body moved.

He stooped and kicked off his jockey shorts, standing there naked. I looked him over. Jeez, I thought, this was quite a nice body I was looking at, and I could feel a familiar tingling in my cock as he stood there. Then, he turned, and I was rewarded with a view of his muscular ass as he took a few steps to the edge of the water and walked in.

I was hot then, turned on and physically hot. I stood and peeled my shirt off, then my shoes and socks.

James turned and looked at me as I pulled my shorts down. I could see his cock and balls; he was in the water of the small lake only up to his thighs. His eyes widened as I peeled off my undies. He smiled, a crooked, amazed grin on his face. My cock was at least semi-hard, I knew, the head peeking out of the foreskin.

I stepped toward the water, and he moved farther away, to the point where the cool water was just touching his heavy-hanging balls. His balls tightened right away, and it turned me on to watch. My cock jerked up a little, my balls tingling and tightening. James was really beginning to turn me on, with his semi-hard dick and his heavy balls hanging.

We splashed around in the water for a few minutes, and then, he came closer to me, splashing water on me, eyeing my rigid cock.

"Your is hard," he said with a choked voice.

I looked at his cock, sticking straight up. "So is yours," I said in retort.

He shrugged. "It happens," he said.

I knew that for sure. We climbed back onto the grass and lay in the sun. I looked at his hard cock throbbing, so close to me, as he lay there. It was pointing right at me, throbbing, and he was staring at mine, throbbing, pointing at the sky as I lay on the blanket. I wondered what he would do if I played with myself, if he would jack off while I watched. That would be OK, I thought.

But, there was more. He leaned toward me and ran his hand along my thigh. I didn't stop him at all. I wanted to stop him, and at the same time, didn't want to stop him. This was my next door neighbor, I thought, my best buddy's son. It wasn't someone to go fucking with. It was wrong, I told myself, but that voice was overridden by my hard cock, and by Jim's hand!

He touched my balls, and I got up and whirled around, my face close to his cock. We lay there in a sixty-nine position, his hard, throbbing dick right in my face. I reached out and grabbed it at the base, just as he touched my cock with his warm fingers. I moved my head down and flicked my tongue out at his hairy balls.

It was clear to me that he didn't know what to do, and had probably never sucked or touched another guy's cock in his life.

"Just relax and stroke it, or do just what feels good for you," I said. Then, I moved my tongue to the base of his cock, and traveled up to the throbbing, wet purple head of it. I sucked it into my mouth, moving my tongue around on it as I took it all the way to the back of my throat.

His body jerked, and he stroked upward on my cock, his other hand cupping and massaging my balls, and I came, just as his cock suddenly jerked and shot a load of hot cum in my mouth. Again and again, he shot load after hot, salty load of cum at the back of my throat. I shot a heavy load in his mouth, and he let it run down his chin, dripping on my balls.

He straightened, looking at me, and I let go of his cock. I was satisfied, for now, and I was sure he was, too.

But, he had to learn a few more things. That day, I showed him how to suck cock properly. And, the week after that, when we went on another picnic. I showed him how to fuck. We go on a picnic every week now.

--- Gordon H., Darien, IL