The Long Hot Summer - Field of Dreams

Removing my hat, I laid my forehead on top of the railing, drawing my hands in clasping them on top of my head, staring at the ground beneath, and let out a long sigh. “Ronnie, to be honest…” I began.

“Damn, I knew it, I’m so sorry…” He was saying, as I interrupted him.

“Ronnie, like I was about to say; to be honest it was the most fantastic experience of my life. I don’t think I will ever be able to match the thrill of that night no matter how long I live.” With my head still resting against the railing I continued, “I’ve been thinking about last night the entire ride, and I’ve been thinking about you a lot. In fact, if I’m sweating it’s not because of the heat. I’m really worked up again and it’s given me a hellofa “hardon”, approximately the size of Texas; and it’s all because of you my dear cousin.”

His arms wrap around my waist as I stood there, head down, leaning against the railing. He took my hat out of my hand and tossed it to the side. Moving into me, he began kissing the nape of my neck, sending a chill down my spine. His hands explored my chest and I felt his rock hard erection pressing against the back of my jeans. He nimbly unbuttoned my shirt and ran his hands inside, lightly caressing my bare chest and fondling my nipples. They responded immediately becoming rock hard, remembering the attention they had received the night before. My shirttail came free as it was pulled up and out of my jeans, while he skillfully nibbled my neck, alternately laying soft kisses along its length. My body was quickly responding to his attention and I shuddered as his hand softly caressed the bulge that had developed in the front of my jeans. He caressed my erection and then lightly squeezed, repeating the movement, over and over. I’m surprised I didn’t just come in my jeans right away.

“Ah, here’s something new”, I thought, as my cousin’s lips attached themselves to the curvature of my neck with a sucking motion. I felt it all the way to my groin, as he continued to suck the sensitive areas of my neck. In short order, he reached down, unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly, and slid my jeans over my hips, letting them fall to the top of my boots. His large strong hands started rubbing my rock hard erection and fondling my balls, through my underwear. Ronnie stopped the vampiric embrace on my neck, long enough to turn my head and give me one of his patented knee wobbling kisses. With all the attention my cock and balls were receiving, plus his killer kisses, my knees were definitely going wobbly and weak. Since he was a good eight inches taller than me he didn’t have much of a problem bending over my shoulder to kiss me. He continued to kiss me deeply, as his hands slipped into the waistband of my underwear and gently pushed then down to around mid-thigh. It was a wonderful sensation bent over like I was, with my cock standing straight out, in the wide open spaces, the wind blowing over my erection. That was short lived as a hand slowly wrapped around my tool and held it firmly. He didn’t stroke or squeeze, he just held his hand around my member while he fondled my balls with his other hand. It was a wonderful feeling to be in the middle of nowhere, in the open for everyone to see, having someone you care about bring you to the edge of climax.

It was pretty obvious that Ronnie was taking his time to teach me about lovemaking, patience, and control. Or that was what I thought at the time. I was learning better control, and the fact that I really didn’t want to come right away, was a testament to that fact. In fact, I wanted to experience the maximum pleasure possible and extend it as long as I could. He told me later his intentions were to teach me what he could, and first and foremost, it was all about getting there, not the climax.

Ronnie’s suddenly released my throbbing cock and balls. “Stay right there cousin, I’ll be right back.” he said abruptly. “Don’t move, just relax with your dick in the wind and enjoy the view. Oh, and stay hard.” he said playfully.

“I don’t think there’s a problem with that you prick tease!” I yelled back. Then he was gone.

Chapter 5

A lot of things go through your mind when you’re standing in the middle of nowhere with your pants around your ankles, and a “hardon”. No, seriously! I was wondering if I could come if the wind blew a little harder, for one thing. Hey, truth is, I was that fucking worked-up when my cousin left me hanging, well, so to speak. I guess you could say he really left me standing, at attention.

I must have been seriously daydreaming because I didn’t hear Ronnie come back until he once more grasped my rigid cock. I jumped as he took my pulsating member in one hand, balls in the other, and began, in earnest this time, to get me completely turned-on. His hands deftly stroked the shaft of my cock while alternately pulling and squeezing my balls. The sensation was amazing. I looked down and saw precum dripping off the end of my badly swollen member. Again, I noticed my tool has grown to a much larger size than I thought possible. I wasn’t imagining it this time; my cock had to be seven and a half or eight inches long, and thick. When I looked at the swollen head it was engorged with blood and had turned a light purplish red. I could see my cock head swell in size as my member throbbed in anticipation of release. While I looked down, in fascination, admiring the size of my own penis, I felt a finger probe, and then enter, my tight asshole. Again, I had been so preoccupied with my own thoughts that I didn’t notice Ronnie had removed his hands. I jumped as his finger entered the confines of my tight dark space and began exploring.

I really didn’t know what to expect after last night, but from my cousin’s reaction to his ass fingering, I thought it would feel pleasant. I mean he seems to love it, so naturally I thought I would. His finger moving in and out of my anal cavity was different, but it felt good in a weird sort of way. The sensation was totally foreign, it was like something was both soothing and irritating me there, but it felt very good. I relaxed and focused hoping to maximize my experience. Little did I know at the time, just how much I was going to maximize it.

“Hey Ron, do we have time for this?” I asked hopefully. “What about the pasture?” I continued.

“Hell yeah we do! An hour or so isn’t going to make any difference, but we can stop if you’re that determined to move those horses by nightfall.” he quipped.

“No, fuck no, just make love to me, okay?” I pleaded shamelessly.

“You’ve got it Sweetheart.” he said lovingly.

I came to love it when he called me Sweetheart. That little gesture of affection touched me in so many ways because I realized he really meant it when he said it.

As I gradually relaxed and grew more accustomed to the anal probing, I actually began to enjoy it immensely. I didn’t really know how much pleasure I could derive from it until Ronnie inserted two fingers and spread my virgin ass a little wider. When he did, the sensation was mind-blowing, and my body took control. The next thing I know I’m backing into Ronnie to meet his thrusts. He slowed his forward thrusts and then stopped completely, encouraging me to move my hips back onto his fingers, and fuck myself. I didn’t realize, initially, that he had me dancing on his hand like a love starved slut, which was pretty close to the truth at the time. However, it became painfully apparent that I was not in control of our love making and was now relegated to being the submissive partner in this relationship. You might say I had an epiphany, of sorts, as I was riding his hand, and realized deep down that I loved being submissive for him.

Ronnie reached up with his free hand and pulled my shirt off as I raised my arms to assist, and lay it over the railing. He placed a hand loosely around my waist to steady me, and continued to move his fingers in and out of my tight hole. Leaning forward, he kissed my back, between my shoulder blades, and explored the top of my shoulders, back, and the sides of my neck. He leaned in closer over my shoulder, his mouth resting at ear lever, and quietly said, “You’re a gorgeous piece of ass Sweetheart, and I love you.”

Okay, I may have been relatively young at the time, and my hormones were definitely all screwed up, but that really touched me. Instantly, for some stupid reason I can’t explain, tears welled up in my eyes and began streaming down my face. I just stood there quietly embarrassed and let the tears flow down my cheeks, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Chapter 6

I’m not exactly sure when he decided something wasn’t quite right and stopped. But, I was vaguely aware of being pulled upright and turned so that I was facing him. I kept my head down, not daring to look up, too embarrassed to let him to see my idiotic display of emotion. I remember a hand caressing the bottom of my moist chin, and then gently raising my head until I was looking into his big bright hazel eyes. He stood for a long moment peering into my tear swollen red rimmed green eye.

“God, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, concern in his expression.

“Nothing.”, I choked out, too ashamed to tell him the truth.

“Did I hurt you my Sweetheart?” he asked tenderly.

At that, the tears instantly returned, streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. All I could think of was to step forward and, putting my arms around his waist, embrace him tightly, as I stood there motionless, quietly sobbing into his chest. He held me tenderly, stroking my shoulder length hair and shoulders as we stood locked in an embrace, our bodies tightly pressed together.

Eventually, after my sobbing subsided and the tears stop, I lifted my head from his broad chest and looked up into his face, now clouded with conflicting emotions.

“Are you okay?” he asked, as he ran his fingers through my fine brown hair.

“I’m alright; I don’t know what came over me, really.” I said, unconvincingly.

“C’mon tell me what’s going on with you. I’m really confused here, and I hate that you’re upset” he said in a soothing voice.

“Do you mean what you say, or do you just say things because they sound good at the moment?” I quietly asked.

“I don’t understand what you are talking about.” he said, confused.

“Ronnie, why did you call me your Sweetheart and what does that mean really?” I asked meekly.

He stood perfectly still for a time; slowly his eyes widened in recognition, and a look of relief flashed across his face, followed by a broad smile.

“Oh my God, I’m an idiot!” He blurted, “You won’t believe me even if I tell you, but honestly, I don’t understand it myself.” he said, as his body trembled.

“Look Baby, here’s the deal straight up, no bullshit! I went through high school and college, and I fucked, and have been fucked by, a fair number of both sexes; not one I ever even considered close. You know what I mean? I FUCKED them, I didn’t make love to them; it was purely sex, plain and simple. Last night I fully intended to seduce and fuck you, so I would have a fuck buddy to spend the summer with. Nobody gets hurt and it’s a lot of good fun for everybody. Well, that was the plan anyway, but I fucked up! I can’t explain what happened, but as you lay there asleep in my arms, I realized I had deep feelings for you. I don’t know if it was your naïve wide eyed wonder, or the way you looked at me when we made love, but we seemed to have some immediate bond. There’s something about you that’s making me fall really hard. I didn’t want to tell you what I felt because its nuts to think that after one night I would be fond of you. The problem is I’m crazy about you and I can’t get you out of my mind. I called you Sweetheart because to me, you are the submissively shy, petite, loving individual in this relationship.

“We have a relationship?” I stammered.

“I hope so.” he replied hopefully.

“The fact of the matter is I’ve never felt this way about anybody, ever! I absolutely adore you! I know it’s way too early to talk like this, and you may not have the same feelings, which is why I didn’t want to scare you by telling you how I felt. So, I used the only terms of love and endearment that mean anything to me. That’s the truth of the thing.” he said, peering into my eyes uncertainly.

“Did I just scare the hell out of you?” he asked nervously.

I gazed into his beautiful emotion filled eyes for what seemed like a very long time after he had finished, mulling over what he had so passionately conveyed. I wondered, “Is this for real, or am I just kidding myself? I think I love him” I thought. “What the hell do I know about love, or relationships, or anything for that matter, I’m just 18 years old, and I’ confused about everything.” I rationalized.

My mind made up, I cleared my thoughts, and standing on my tip toes, placed a hand on the back of Ronnie’s neck pulling him down to me, planting a soft sweet kiss on his luscious moist lips.

“Ronnie”, I began, “my family is so dysfunctional it makes the Manson Family look like the Brady Bunch! I’ve never had any kind of secure home life with that raging alcoholic making everyone’s life a living hell. I don’t have any friends or a social life to speak of. I’m too afraid to make an attempt because my stepdad always manages to embarrass the hell out of me. I have straight A’s because I stay at school and the library most of my waking hours so I don’t have to go home and be subjected to my asshole stepdad’s constant abuse. I’ve never had any feelings for anyone or anything because I couldn’t afford to come out from behind my emotional shell; every time I did I got hurt.” I said angrily.

“You may not be the love of my life”, I continued, “but I do know that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, right now, right here, and at this moment in time. And, I’m not willing to throw away a chance at happiness just because I’m unsure if my feelings are absolutely genuine. What I can say with complete conviction is that right here, at this moment in time, I LOVE YOU with all my heart, and if it turns out to be short lived, then at least I was happy for a time.” I said, with complete conviction.

I lay my head against his chest and hugged him tightly. He was silent for a long time as I stood pressing my body to his, hearing his heart pound, and feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. He stroked my long brown hair with one hand as we held each other close. And then, after what seemed like an eternity, he took my face in his hands, tilting my head upward, gazed into my pained emerald green eyes, and said, “That is the most wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me. I LOVE YOU too!” Tears formed in his eyes, as I watched, and fell onto my shoulders as I clutched him to me thinking, “This is probably the happiest I can every hope to be.”

I heard somewhere that there is no such thing as perfect people, only perfect moments. Then and there I recognized the inescapable truth of it, I was truly un-categorically, undeniably happy, if only for this brief moment.

Chapter 7

Ronnie, in his elation, held me so tightly for a time that I wasn’t able to breathe. Loosening his hold allowed me to catch my breath. I was still gasping for air when he picked me up like I weighed nothing, gave me the “You Okay?” look, as I was struggling to regain my breath, turned, and sat me unceremoniously upon the railing. Fortunately, it was made of a large pole, like the supports, so I could sit on it easily.

Until that very moment, I hadn’t realized what had taken him so long to come back from the horses. He was standing before me naked. He had evidently undressed while I stood against the railing like an idiot, waiting for him to do whatever he had to do. As I sat there examining our surroundings, with him supporting me, he removed my boots, pants, and underwear, still midway down my thighs. I noticed he had laid out two blankets and a bedroll on the ground under the shack roof.