Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time (22 page)

The next morning, I woke up about 7
:00 am.
While I took a quick shower,
D
ad had wheeled in a portable massage table.

“
Stay naked and jump up on the table and lie on your back. Now I want you to push yourself forward so your ass is at the edge of the table and bend your knees up toward your chest. The first thing I
’
m going to do is a digital rectal exam, focusing on your prostate.
”

He must have noticed the look of panic on my face
,
so in his best bedside manner
,
he continued
,
“
Don
’
t worry, I
’
ll be gentle and use plenty of lube. You shouldn
’
t have any discomfort.
”

Up to this point in my life there had never been anything larger than a thermometer stuck up there
,
so I was a little nervous. He was good at his craft and after pulling on a latex glove, his well lubed index finger slipped in easily as he gently massaged the interior of my virgin ass.

Then it happened. His finger tip applied some pressure to a particular spot causing me to let out a gasp
,
which he misinterpreted as pain. My cock went stiff in a flash.

He looked at me with a slight smile on his face and said
,
“
Don
’
t worry. That, my boy is your prostate gland.
”
He then continued lightly caressing my deliciously sensitive gland.

Glancing down at my rock-hard prick he said
,
“
I see the exam is having an effect. Don
’
t be concerned, it happens to a lot of guys. Just relax, we
’
ll be through here in just a few minutes.
”
A
s he continued his gentle massage
,
a
ll I could think about at this moment was if a finger felt this good, how would a hard cock feel. He continued his probing, moving his finger against my prostate, applying a slight pressure as he slid his digit in and out. I was going nuts, that familiar pleasurable ache was forming in my groin. Never in my life had I felt anything like it. I knew any minute I was going to blow my load
…
and then it happened.

“
Ohhhhh,
D
ad, I
’
m losing it
…
I
’
m c-
cuming.”

An explosion of semen hit my chest and neck, the remainder streaked my belly, filling the indent of my navel. I had shot the load of my life without even touching my cock. Looking at me with a smile on his face
,
he slowly withdrew his gloved finger.

“
Well, you have just learned what every male should know about his anatomy. We guys come equipped with some erogenous zones that most men never discover
.
B
y the way, your prostate is in excellent shape. Now clean yourself up and relax, we
’
ll finish your exam later today.
”

This was one anatomy lesson I intended to use, filed under
“
t
hings
t
o
d
o
.”

I must have slept for several hours because when I woke up it was almost 2
:00
pm. The house was quiet except for the sound of classical music playing softly from the vicinity of the TV room. Picking up my shorts from the floor, I headed for the bathroom to take a long overdue piss.

Downstairs, I found
D
ad again working at his computer. This seemed to be a good opportunity to ask him about the lab.

“
Have a seat
,
Donny
,
this is as good a time as any to fill you in on the research project I
’
m working on. As you learned from your prostate exam this morning, stimulating that part of a man
’
s anatomy can produce some undeniably positive results. For several years, I have been studying men
’
s sexual problems such as low sperm count
,
impotence
,
and diminished libido. Some improvement in these conditions has been noted after manually stimulating the prostate gland and taking better care of our testicles. As a result of my research, a device
,
which replicates a massaging finger is being produced for me right now in
China
.

“
In
nineteenth
-
century
Europe
,
this type of stimulation was used quite commonly by prostitutes to help their less than capable customers achieve a stiff erection and more powerful climax. Several books of the period made mention of the practice.
Memoirs
o
f a Voluptuary
is one of the best. With the help of my friends and associates I have created a device
,
which is simple and in most cases, pleasurable to use.
”

At this point
,
I choked back my urge to burst out laughing. After all, I was still a teenager and the image of a sticking a mechanical finger up one
’
s ass was almost more than I could bear. Not that it didn
’
t have some interesting and entertaining possibilities. Seeing that he was quite serious, I stifled myself.

He then took a slender leather case from a desk drawer. Inside was a stainless steel probe with a number of joints much like human finger joints
,
but there were more of them, making it quite flexible. There were also several soft pink rubbery sleeves of differing thickness
that
were designed to cover the entire length, about
seven
in
ches
and a diameter of
one
in
ch.
A flange at the base would probably prevent accidental loss up the ass. My giggle fit was uncontrollable as I imagined it being used.

The kit also included a belt-like attachment
that
could be used to hold it in place when having sexual intercourse. It was powered by batteries located in the tiny control pad. I had seen dildos before in catalogs, but nothing quite like this.

“
So, have Bruce, Marc, Jack and Russ all been guinea pigs?
”
I almost blurted out my first
-
hand knowledge that Bruce didn
’
t need any mechanical assistance to have a memorable orgasm, but caught myself.
“
Sure, they all have been very helpful with their suggestions even though none of them really need any help at this stage of their lives.
”

Returning the device to its case and placing it back in the drawer, he finished up our talk by reminding me
,
“
Our family stands to make a lot of money from this instrument once it hits the market
,
and you will be the ultimate beneficiary of its success, and oh yes, the product name is PROSAGE I. Without a doubt there will be IIs and maybe IIIs as we continually do research.
”

Today
’
s events had given me a lot to think about. Was what
D
ad and I did this morning considered sex or just a physical exam? I damn sure enjoyed it no matter what it was. How much did the other guys enjoy using the PROSAGE I
?
H
ad they tried having anything else up their butt
…
like another man
’
s cock? None of them appeared to be gay
,
but who can tell these days. Maybe Bruce had been planning to jerk
off anyway
,
and I just happened to be a willing cock sucker. No matter, they were all candidates for admission to
“
Donny
’
s
Academy
of
Lust
.
”

The rest of the day was uneventful, dinner from
M
om
’
s stash, a couple of poker games and then bed.

We had arrived on Saturday
,
and it was now Tuesday. So far, my first week was going almost too well. My Saturday night shower with Bruce had come as a real surprise. Not to mention my dad
’
s finger-fuck session yesterday. Maybe I should cool things off for a few days and concentrate on further exploration.

The morning breakfast talk was mainly about each guy
’
s plans for the day. Oddly, everyone was wearing some clothes. Had that first day
’
s nudism been sort of an initiation rite for my benefit? Nothing sounded interesting to me
,
so it would be a good day to be out and about.

Jack suggested a light back pack with some bottled water and a snack might be a good idea.

This morning, I would get an early start and try to avoid the heat of the day. Of course, there was always the lake to cool off in if things got desperately steamy.

Minutes later, I was at the shoreline and decided to go to the right and cover some new territory. The sandy edge widened until there was almost a beach before me. This made my progress a lot easier since now my Keds were not so likely to get wet.

About a quarter mile from my starting point
,
I spied a log post stuck in the ground close by the tree line. Further examination revealed the carved letters
“
B.H
”
and an arrow pointing to a narrow trail leading into the thicket. This had to be checked out. The pathway showed signs of recent use. Several sets of footprints pointing in both directions were plainly visible. The pathway made a sudden turn to the left
,
and after a short distance, there was surprise number three
–
a good
-
sized building of similar construction as the cabin, but of more recent vintage. No sign of life and not a sound could be heard. I walked the length of the broad front porch, peeking through each window, but curtains blocked my view of the interior. The large front door was locked, but attached to the wall next to the jamb was a small metal lock box. It was the same type of key safe we had at home. On a hunch, I entered our house code, punching in 2687 on the key pad. Presto! The box opened and there was the key.

This place obviously belonged to
D
ad and the guys
,
so what harm could there be in my looking inside. Besides, a little rest wouldn
’
t hurt.

Opening the door, the first thing I saw was an enormous bear skin complete with head, hanging on the opposite wall. The rest of the main room was typical lodge style: big stone fireplace, comfortable Indian print sofas and chairs and, of course, an antler chandelier. It was like a set from Bonanza. A doorway to the left of the fireplace led three steps down to a sort of rec
reation
room with a big TV, billiard table and a reading nook lined with well stocked book shelves. Beyond this room was a small gym containing a few Nautilus type machines
,
and best of all, a good sized Jacuzzi spa, flanked by a steam room and sauna. This place was a fuckin
’
resort!

A big kitchen-dining room filled one end of the building. Upstairs was one large open
“
bunk
”
room containing six queen sized beds. Each was fully made up with fancy sheets and comforters, topped with those ridiculously large and generally useless designer pillows. The only concessions to privacy were hospital-type curtains made from fabric
that
matched the bed covers and could be drawn between each bed. Somebody had been reading
House & Garden
a bit too much. At the far end of the room was a doorway
that
led into a bath identical in every way to the one back at the cabin.

Returning to the main floor, I inspected the kitchen. The cabinets were fully stocked with household necessities. The industrial-sized fridge-freezer held enough food to feed an army.

What was going on here? Someone was expecting company. Why hadn
’
t anyone mentioned this place to me? Of course, they hadn
’
t mentioned the gazebo either.

On my way out, I spotted an aluminum-clad travel case on a shelf by the door. It was similar to the type used to carry photo equipment. My curiosity was fully aroused now. Close examination revealed an embossed nameplate – PROSAGE I. It was, of course, securely locked. Now, things were really getting interesting.