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School break lay only a week away and I was looking forward to it immensely. The end of the term fell right before a two-week vacation, the time everyone's family took a vacation. But this year my dad had to work, so I was stuck in New York.
My dad is an investment banker and he has to work all the time. I never get to do much of anything.
"Sucks, man. That we don't get to do anything while everyone else is off in the tropics somewhere." The speaker was my friend Jack. He stood at a tall six feet and had the body of a Greek god. Well-defined pecs, a great six-pack—the whole bit. I had even seen his dick in the locker room. It was a well-shaped five inches, soft.
I'm bisexual and I knew it, but it was imperative that nobody else did. If the people at my school caught wind of something like that, I'd never hear the end of it. So I just stuck to having girlfriends: I had never had an experience with a guy.
"I know. You're not doing anything over break either?"
"No—the folks are going to Canada and they want to leave me here with the bitch." The bitch was his sister, Sue Ellen. She treated him like she was his nanny.
I remembered the ranch in a burst of brilliance. My dad had, on impulse, bought a huge ranch out in Kentucky only a month ago. He had never been to Kentucky and still hasn't; we aren't country people and we won't become country people, but my dad doesn't seem to realize that. Still, it might be a nice getaway.
"Why not come to that new place my dad bought in Kentucky? Get David on board. He's not doing anything." So it was set. David, Jack and I comprised a clique and we were great friends. This would be a killer break. We were eighteen-year-old high school seniors and we could do anything.
My dad was only too eager to let us have the place. Our goodbyes and have-funs and be-goods over with, we took off for Cincinnati. After a harrowing flight and an endless drive out to the middle of nowhere, the car slowed to turn into a large, opening gate.
My friends and I gazed at this alien scene. There were horses grazing in the large field and cattle off in the distance. Not a skyscraper in sight. We were fast approaching the oversized house and stopped abruptly. The inside was not unlike any house back home, so upon claiming our rooms and hastily dropping our luggage on the beds we dashed outside with the urgency of a medical crew on the call. We just had to see a landscape.
To the left of the house was a big open field that went on for miles, with cattle and horses and goats scattered about. Since nobody took care of them, they lived as in the wild, returning to one of the shelters at night of their own accord. It seemed an appealing, if simple, lifestyle. To the right stood a forest. It was open and inviting, with a path leading right into it. The three of us lingered a while, and finally sauntered back inside with growing anticipation. We would have admired the grounds longer but dusk was setting in and spoiling the image. The cheery forest became a foreboding jungle and the field of natural placidity filled with creeping shadows. The day was gone.
We hung around for a bit; I checked Facebook relentlessly, as usual. Our thoughts were on tomorrow: we would head out into the forest first thing in the morning.
First thing in the morning came and went. Since I'm always the early riser, my ceaseless boredom at last came to an end when Jack stumbled into the kitchen around ten. I showed him the bowl of cereal I had poured earlier for him, now a pile of mush in lukewarm milk. Chuckling, he dumped it in the sink.
"That shit reeks, dude."
"Tell me about it." This seemed more of a riposte in my head.
"Point taken, but not everybody's some kind of freak who wakes up at six. We'll go just as soon as I have breakfast."
I waited further and we departed. (David claims to have woken up as soon as we left: "If you'd only given me more time," was his excuse.)
Jack and I set out to go exploring on the trail through the woods. He moved quickly and I struggled to keep up. Calling from the top of a ridge, he shouted, "There's a pool here, I can see it just a ways below. I'll meet you there."
I would have been content to stay and bathe in my own sweat if only I could sit down a moment, but I pressed on so as not to lose face. Besides, the cool water would feel great in this dry heat.
It's not that I'm out of shape, I just don't handle heat well. I work hard on my abs and, while they may not be as great as Jack's, they're something to be proud of. I'm five-foot-eight with a skinny build.
When I arrived at the embankment, I saw Jack in the pool below. I hurried over and noticed his clothes tossed casually on the rocks. The pool was little more than a slow spot in a stream, which was perfect because it kept the water fresh and clean. I rid myself of my sticky clothes and walked, naked, to the water, unsure of whether or not to just ignore my rather large, swinging cock. I chose to ignore it as best I could.
The water was warmer than I expected and I got right in. Right away Jack asked me if I was still hurting over my recent breakup with a girlfriend. I really didn't care and said as much.
"You're a very strong kid, Matt," he said. "Come here and give me a hug." He grinned as though I should be in on some joke. I was not in on any joke.
Skeptical, I asked, "What are you, gay? Wouldn't that be a bit awkward?"
