Ch 5: Oh Shit, More Naked Boaters

WAKEY, WAKEY, NO PLAYING WITH SNAKEY!

We found the freedom to go boating naked as jay birds, talk about fun!

I woke up when the sunlight started to come into the cabin windows. I don’t know how early, there’s no clocks in the cabin and our iPhones are locked up in the truck. Can’t use the iPhone up here anyway.

I had to pee bad, so I headed for the john to relieve my bladder. I looked over my shoulder and saw that my buddy was still sleeping and under the covers, so I tried to stay quiet. When I returned from the john he was sitting on top of the covers, with his knees up to his chest and his arms around his shins. About as ball-like as a human can get! He was rocking and mumbling something over and over. So, I walked around to his side of the bed to see what was going on. He was saying, “I’m not gay, I’m not fucking gay, NOT FUCKEN’ GAY! I don’t fly that way! Did you DRUG me?!” I said, “WHAT?! Are you fucking kidding me? Shit! I just brought bottled water and your club soda so I wouldn’t tempt you with beer! Why the fuck would I do anything to harm you or make you do something against your will!” “I’m pissed, and really upset with you!” My eyes were starting to water up, I think I might start to cry!

I grabbed a blanket from the chest in front of the bed and wrapped it around my naked cold body and headed to the chair near the cold potbelly stove. I sat down, tucked the blanket around me tightly, and wished I knew how to build a fire in the potbelly stove! I was really tearing up, I thought I just had the most intense personal experience with a man I thought was my brother! And now he thinks I forced him to do everything by drugging him! Man, I want to punch him in the gut so bad right now!

Feeling as low as can be

I was still looking down at my feet, feeling about as low as a man can feel, I lost the one guy I loved spending time together with, even when he acted homophobic. I could overlook that because he didn’t know how to fix it, nor did I!

I noticed that were two naked feet in front of me right now. And a voice that said, “stand up!” I said, “why should I?” He said, “Stand the fuck up and open that fucking blanket and put it around me too, it’s fucking cold in here!” Curiously, I did what was requested, where was this going? He said, “I was just fucking with you, I was pulling your chain, screwing with your head, busting your balls, pick any or all of these. I take full responsibility of my actions so far on this trip and I couldn’t be happier on how it’s been going!”

Ball-squeezing, whoa, uncle already!

He added, “I am so, so sorry my joking around affected you like this, I surely never thought it through, I am fucking loving being with you brother, I’d rather lose my nuts before I’d hurt you. I’ll never do this again!” I was now crying for a whole new reason. He saw that and tried to wipe my tears away, I think he got a little misty eyed too. And then he reached down and grabbed both of my balls in his hand. He told me to do the same to him. I did, and then he said on three we both start squeezing balls until one cries out Uncle! He will be the loser and will have to do what the winner wants! Okay, 1, 2, 3, squeeze, and in a second, we both yelled "UNCLE!" And then laughed our asses off! There was no loser, no winner, just two bros again. And then as the blanket dropped around our feet, he gave me a kiss I’ve never had before, his tongue was deep into my mouth and I started to suck on it, and then I stuck mine into his mouth to suck. It was something I thought would be super gross, but it wasn’t, it was so comforting. And then we said in tandem, “We need to put a log in the fucking potbelly, it’s fucking freezing in here!” I’m so proud that he can swear like a grown man, finally!

THE FIRST FULL DAY OF OUR ODYSSEY
Okay, so we got off to a rocky start for the day, just maybe, the ballbusting routines have finally come to the end? Or maybe, slow down for a spell? I’m okay with either, I know the ballbusting comes my way because he loves me like a brother, and that’s what brothers do best! If he didn’t love me, I’d never see or hear from him, let alone have my balls busted!

Too much fun in the shower? Nope!

After the kiss, he grabbed my hand and said, “let go get a shower before we do anything else for the day, besides, I want to show you how much I’m loving this trip.” We headed to the shower, turned it on and waited for the water to warm up, we were already naked and shivering from the cold cabin, but the fire he just lit will warm up the place soon.

How to make my dick happy!

In the shower we helped each other soap up our backs and asses, I have to say he was very thorough cleaning my little pucker too! It didn’t take but a second to figure out why, so I got busy at it too! Larry backed up and sat down on the shower seat near his side of the stall and called me over to him. He said to me as he grabbed my cock and pulled it and me even closer to him; “let this show you how much I love being here with you; I don’t need fucking drugs to do this!” And then he proceeded to suck in my cock to my hairy belly and started to do wondrous things I’ve never quite experienced before! I said to him, “Where in the hell did you learn how to do this?” He said,” I have no clue, I’m just doing what I think might feel awesome for you, I have no fucking idea what it feels like, I just hope it’s good for you!” I said, “when you’re done, I’ll show you what it feels like! Okay?” I just hope the warm water holds out for us! Haha. Well, as you might expect, what I did for his cock had him twitching around big time!

This morning we were both hyper-horny fuckers that ended up with something awkwardly spellbinding to experience as well, we each swallowed cum for the first time. Neither one of us commented on that, which is surprising. Perhaps our cum stockpiles are dwindling now, so it wasn’t a big deal? However, I do appreciate how sweet his cum tastes. I wish he’d tell me what mine tastes like though. Maybe next time we can kiss and tell? We need to dry off and decide what we will be doing today, and whether it requires getting dressed at all! I’m voting for naked if we can. (I told you I was a horny-fucker, right?)

TAKING THE ROWBOAT TO THE LAKE

No power boats allowed on the lake, old it but floats.

My buddy said the cabin comes with a row boat, oars, and one fishing pole. It’s behind the cabin out of sight from the lake. He said, “How about we head for the lake to fish and hang out?” I laughed, and said, “You can fish, and I’ll just hang out! If you know what I mean?” He said, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know what you mean!” And he laughed too! But then we got serious about how to dress on the lake. It’s one thing to be naked on acres of private property, but once we leave the small cove of the lake that’s part of the cabin property, who knows what we will run into out there.

We decided to go out in our boxers as shorts or swim trunks. My boxers are silky black with a name band around the waist, so it’s what you might not notice anyway. However. his are bright red boxer-briefs, with a defined pouch, and seem more like underwear, but it’s what he brought with him.

We found the boat, cleaned out some leaf debris with a broom, looked for potential leaks and was sure the oars where serviceable. I also thought to bring some blankets, towels, and a couple of throw pillows. There are two wooden planks for seats in the good-sized rowboat but the last thing I want is a wooden splinter in my ass! So, the blankets covered the seats for us. And the throw pillows are either for our heads or asses if the planks get too hard on our butts! See, I’m thinking ahead!

Larry is an expert boatman, usually a motorboat, has good sea legs and knows his business in the water. After all he was a career Coast Guardsman.

We left from the dock in the small cove near the cabin, and it was only a few minutes out past the cove before I took off my boxers, It's sun soaking time! Larry chuckled and ripped off his boxers, not to be outdone. However, we both kept the underwear close by in case it’s needed. You never know! So far there’s no one in sight on the water or land.

We found a spot to stop rowing and then my buddy cast out the fishing line, where upon, I lounged back on the pillows to totally immerse myself in the warm sunshine. It’s a good thing that the sun is out and warm, otherwise I’d be back inside the cabin! Larry’s not getting any nibbles on his line, but I’m okay with that because he doesn’t eat fish, just catches and releases them. To me, that seems mean, the hook still gets into the mouth of the fish and tears a hole that they don’t need! I’m just saying!

OH SHIT, MORE NAKED BOATERS IN THE SUN
It wasn’t more than an hour fishing on the open lake, before we saw another boat, far off from us, but it looks like it’s headed our way. We looked at each other with a little panic in our voice, said, “what’s it gonna be, naked or underwear?” We decided, naked until it was easier to see the boaters close enough to make our real decision. Good choice!

In a while as we kept an eye on the encroaching rowboat, we saw a man standing with a fishing pole, he was as naked as we were! Yay! Another naked guy! Now, who’s with him, woman or another guy? Couldn’t tell because he or she was sitting down rowing. We had a quick conversation, “If it’s two guys naked we’ll stay naked, but if it a woman, do we get dressed or not?” We decided if that person was naked too, we remain naked. That was a choice we would never have made prior to this trip! This did get our blood pressure raised some I bet, a whole new layer added to our odyssey that we can talk and laugh about for some time to come.

Shortly the other rowboat got closer, it was two guys inside, the standing fisherman was hung like horse! Really? That long, huh? I hope the other guy looks more like us. Horse-cock man waved at us and we waved back, a signal they wanted to meet us, and of course, they could also see we were naked too. I could feel my heart beating hard; I’m newly comfortable being naked with my brother, now what? I calmed down because my brother was calm, and I think he really wanted the meeting to happen. No question, horse-cock man was looking forward to showing off his dangling cock, that fat fucker must be at least 8” flaccid! Now I’m wondering what it looks like with a hard on! Does his head get all “woozy” with the lack of blood after it all goes to his cock? Oh, I’m just ball busting and slightly annoyed that I must deal with a grower while he’s probably never smaller than what we see here!

So, when their rowboat got close enough to tie up together, we made the round of introductions. Horse-cock’s name is Harold and his naked pal is Ron.

Harold is on the tall and thinner side, and a “hairy-fucker” to boot; he was extremely  

Harold and Ron, unexpected visitors 

furry. Ellen would tell him he should invest in an electric body hair trimmer, a little manscaping could help with his shaggy appearance.

I’ve always had lighter brown body hair that almost blends in with my tanned skin in the Summertime. I also like the looks of blonde body hair, which describes my bro’s appearance. Short blonde curly hair/fur, is the only type I don’t mind seeing covering every part of a man’s body. I love seeing them with sun shining from behind them, they glow halo-like. That’s just fucking too cool!

I should discuss this sometime with Larry later today to get an idea of what he likes. Normally, he’d offer a ballbusting, “I’d rather not see anything, thank you very much!”

However, I really wanted to talk about that 'horse-cock' of his but couldn’t figure out what or how to say it. It was the 'elephant’s trunk' there, a pun well intended! I tried not to stare at it, that was hard not to do. I don't know but, I think he could have broken the ice first to get that thing off the table; let the elephant go free, but maybe he’s so proud of the thing, he doesn’t care if people stare.

My little grower dick exposed

I’d say for me, having a super-sized cock could be just as bad as having a “micro-cock” or even a blood challenged grower cock like mine; people will stare at each one of us, and for me it’s very uncomfortable. I normally dread using the shower at the 24 Hour Fitness Club because of the smaller size of my grower cock. When I’m sexually charged like this weekend, my flaccid size is normal at around 3” to 3 1/2”. When I’m fully erect, I can reach almost 6” but never less than 5 1/2” in length with normal girth. (Yes, I measured.) However, I’d be freaked out if I had to go into the fitness showers with a semi-hard on so I could look like the 'normal' guys.

In my heterosexual life, my penis is always well past the grower stage, so I’m sure any woman thought I was about as average as they come. My erection size is well into the average male length and width, it’s just when in company of other naked men at the fitness locker room, I want to crawl up into a hole!

Harold’s friend Ron shares my dad’s middle name, and I'm really attracted to his cute dad-bod. He has light brown body hair just like me, maybe a bit more on his cool pecs and soft belly. I don’t see any excessive back hair as his main squeeze Harold. His partner is just a hair sweater wearing a man inside! But Ron’s soft and furry belly, float's my boat. And, I'm liking him a lot better than his hung mate. Ron has a normal-sized 'shower-type' cock, maybe around 4ish inch flaccid, or perhaps the current situation had a hand on his size? These are the times I’d like my 'grower-type' to GROW! But alas, it just sits there cowering like normal.

I think Ron might be in his very early 50’s but can really pass for 40 something. Harold might be in his late 40’s, it’s just hard to tell exactly. And, age doesn’t seem to be a topic anyone but me is thinking about. I guess, because I'm older,  I’m weird that way!

The four of us passed our time together with small talk and we asked them where they are staying. They own a cabin here, but it’s somewhat further up the lake from where our cabin is located. They frequent their lake cabin often and live together as a couple but are not married. Well that answers some questions about them but leaves us wide open to them to conjecture. They of course wanted to know if we are a couple, after all, we are all naked right now. We said almost in tandem, “no, not a couple, really close bros, just not afraid to be naked together.” They said, “cool!” Little do they know this is the first time for us and fortunately it’s going great! They didn’t need to know that though.

We later discovered no one had caught a fish today, I guess they are just not biting. Larry and I looked at each other to decide if an offer to come back to the cabin with us was wise or not. We chose not to extend the offer. We are just getting to really 'know each other,' and don’t need to add an extra layer to the mix. Maybe one day when we get 'bored with each other,' we can experiment with another couple. I hope boredom never comes to be the case!

I’m sure Harold and Ron would have liked a 'little-strange' added to their mix tonight, but we are not ready yet. We excused ourselves from the tie-up and said it was super nice to meet them, and then offered the empty, perhaps we will meet again on the lake and get together in the future. They said, “goodbye and it was great to meet us too and looked forward to a possible future meeting.”

The story continues in Chapter 6:

https://brosgonerogue.blogspot.com/2019/03/ch-6-equal-opportunity-sex-slaves.html