My name is Dave Burnell and I live in Portland, Oregon. This story is about my introduction to the greatest sex of my life. I was 24 and going to Portland State University, studying Engineering. I had a beautiful half-asian girlfriend with big ol' titties named Catherine who I would fuck as often as I could and we often got into some kinky shit. But this story isn't about her.
One summer, my friend Jonathan offered to let a few of my friends and I stay up at his cabin in a remote region of Upper Lake Cascade for a few weeks. Eventually, five of us decided to go: Jonathan, Carlos, Mark, Norm and I. We all had girlfriends but none of them came because their jobs didn't give them the time off that our internships did. We were all interning at the same engineering firm and had just finished a big project, so we needed some R&R. We headed up to the cabin on a Thursday right after work to avoid the weekend traffic but that meant we got up to the cabin a little late. Jon's family cabin was pretty big, with enough bedrooms for us plus one extra, so we each took a room and passed out for the night. The next morning, I got up pretty early and headed downstairs to make some breakfast. I had been up to Jon's cabin a few times before and so I was surprised to see that just down the lake there was a new, massive mansion. I made some cereal and went out on the patio to eat. As I was eating, I looked at the mansion.
Jon's cabin was pretty big with six bedrooms, but this place looked enormous. Probably closer to seven or eight bedrooms and lots of beautiful glass all over, it was nestled nicely in the trees and went pretty far back into them. It didn't look like anyone was home at the time since the boats (yes, there were two of them) were tied to the buoy and there were still covers on them. The rest of that day was a great deal of fun as the boys and I went wakeboarding, waterskiing and tubing and barbequed our food. At night as we were sitting around the campfire drinking some beers, I asked Jon about the cabin.
"Yeah, that place was built this spring and done really fast. I am surprised that there are boats there since I haven't seen anyone up here yet," Jonathan said.
"It's pretty big," I said.
"I think they must have gone around some of the permits or something, since I haven't seen a place that size anywhere on the lake. Also, I seem to remember that my parents bought this parcel of land from an old guy who was very reluctant to sell and he owned everything around here. So either those people are his family or they managed to convince him to sell another parcel."
Just as we were talking, I noticed that a light came on in the big glass room of the mansion. We all turned to look and saw that a bunch of guys had just entered what we guessed was the living room. We weren't able to judge much from this distance but it looked like we would be sharing this little bay with them tomorrow.
The next morning, as I was eating breakfast on the patio again, I noticed a couple of the guys from the mansion coming back from a run on the beach. And they were big. From the distance I saw them at, they looked like they were easily above 6'4 and 220 pounds and all muscle. They were both white guys but the guy who opened the door for them was not. He looked like one of the blackest guys I had ever seen. Later on, the guys and I had just gotten back to the dock on the boat from taking Carlos for his first successful waterski, when a boat left the other cabin's dock and headed over to ours. As it came down from the plane, we noticed there were three guys in the boat, none of whom I recognized from earlier but they were all big, young guys like the others. The driver of the boat spoke first.
"Hey there, neighbors! I'm Don, I own the place over there, who are you guys?"
"I'm Jonathon, this is my parents' place and these are my friends from work. We are just up here for a vacation for the next couple of weeks," Jonathon looked a little taken aback by the fact that this guy, who looked younger than us, owned that mansion.
Don pulled the boat up and hopped off while one of his friends stepped off to tie it up. Interestingly, it didn't seem strange at the time that this guy didn't ask if it was ok to tie up. Don was about 6'2 and 220 pounds and totally ripped. In fact, all three of the guys were big and ripped. They were only wearing board shorts and I happened to notice that there was a sizeable lump in each of them. He stuck out his hand and shook with Jonathon and then went around introducing himself and his two friends. Their names were Matt and Juan. Matt looked like he was Italian and Juan was clearly part Mexican.
After introducing everyone Don said, "So, there are eight of us guys up here and we figured that since you are here and it's the first time that we are meeting, we should have you over for lunch. Don't worry about dressing up or anything," he chuckled. "But if you guys are cool with that we will be making a bunch of steaks in twenty minutes or so, so come over and hang out."
We all said that we would and they got back on their boat and motored away.
"Holy shit, those are some big guys," observed Carlos. "I don't think I've ever seen a Mexican that size."
"Yeah man, and did you notice their shorts? I doubt those guys are stuffing, but if they aren't, they are packing some serious heat," commented Mark.
"Why are you talking about their dicks, you fags? Free steaks is all that matters to me," said Norm.