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A couple of weeks had passed since that special day and I’d been torn by a mix of guilt and ecstasy, every day, reliving those moments with Mrs G and Mrs O. My high school days were coming to an end and next year I would be in college. I had not been asked to babysit at any of the three houses since Mrs G and Mrs O had taken me. So, I’d had to fantasise about wearing lingerie at night when I pleasured myself. The long weekend of June 24th approached, usually the O’s spent this weekend at their camp up north to prepare it for the summer. Last year, I was asked to baby sit their kids that weekend, this year I had not had that request. As I got back from baseball practice, mom told me that Mrs. O had called for me, saying that her mother was sick, so she could not go to the camp and asked if I would like go with Mr O. to give him a hand with the set-up. I’d been out in the country with Mr O in the past when he’d taken me hunting for small game. I’d always enjoyed his company. He was a calm, gentle, soft spoken man, tall and square. I called their house to say I’d be happy to go, and luckily, Mr O answered the phone. He said that if I was available, he’d like me to give him a hand with the summer camp set-up, as Charlie had to take care of her mother. He told me we would leave early on Saturday morning and return sometime Monday afternoon. Saturday arrived and we set off, the ride to camp was a good three hours, with the last part on a dirt road. We left the city at eight a.m., stopped just before we got to the dirt road for a snack isvecbahis and reached the lake site around noon. During the ride, Mr. O was his usual self, conversing calmly without getting into details and mainly discussing about me getting into college and my career choice. He was an accountant in charge of the Finance Office at City Hall. One thing he added though was that, since we were to spend the weekend together, I should call him Bernie and not Mr O. What they called the camp was a nice split level cottage. It had a kitchen, dining room, a large living room on the first floor and a full width room upstairs serving as bedroom. From upstairs we could see the living quarters downstairs and the lake through the large pane windows. There were no separate bedrooms. The sleeping hall had two large beds so I figured, one for Mr and Mrs O and one for visitors. There were also two bunks. I thought one for their son, one for the daughter, with the upper for their visiting friends. There were separate rooms for the bath and for the toilet. The afternoon passed quickly, as we got on with the jobs like starting the water pump, purging the lines, sweeping and dusting etc. Bernie spent quite a bit of time out on the gazebo and cooked big steaks for dinner which he served with a bottle of wine. After dinner Bernie said he would check out the water heater and have a bath, adding that we’d go to bed early and tomorrow get the boat out of the garage and set the dock, he told me if I wanted I could go for a walk by the lake and then I could isveçbahis giriş take a bath later. I decided to just sit on the front balcony and rest. When Bernie came out onto the balcony after his bath, it was getting a little chilly. He suggested we go back inside for a cognac. I’d never tasted cognac before, but I really enjoyed it. After finishing my drink I went upstairs, for my bath. Whilst bathing, I wondered if Bernie was aware of his wife and Mrs G and what they’d made me do. It didn’t seem so. As I was knelt washing the tub out after finishing my bath, I felt something on my ass and heard Bernie’s gentle voice, “Charlie’s right, you have a beautiful set of buns Will!” “Let me help” he said, as I looked round and he knelt behind me, resting his chest on my back. His big arms rubbing my own down to my hands, and then he started to kiss my neck and lick my earlobes. “Mr O,” I moaned. Bernie put his index to my lips and whispered softly, “Shhhh!” As his hands started to caress my chest, I could feel his stiffening cock pressing against my crack and I felt a little dizzy. He moved his hands from my chest, his right hand slipping between his cock and my asshole with a finger gently rimming. His left hand gently wrapped my now fully erect cock. Bernie slowly raised himself to his feet still caressing my neck and hair and moved to sit in front of me on the edge of the tub, while I was still on all fours. He held my face in his big hands, lowered his head and sweetly kissed me. As he rose back up I was surprised to see isveçbahis yeni giriş he did not have hair around his cock and balls. It was the first time I’d seen a man who’d shaved his pubic hair. His dick was beautifully erect and I was surprised to see for such a big man, he had such a thin cock, it was not very long maybe five inches hard, less than both my size in length and thickness. His, It was not very long maybe five inches hard, less than both my size in length and thickness. His cock was pointing straight at me, as though aching to be kissed, in moments all those dreams of having a cock in my mouth, which I tried to do on myself so many times, were about to come true. Without speaking, Bernie gently held my head and rested it on his lap and rubbed his cock on my cheeks. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I kissed his cock and started to suck on it until he pulled me off. He lifted me into his arms, without difficulty, and carried me to the bed. He laid me on my back and caressed the whole of my body ever so delicately. I still shiver today thinking of his lips and tongue on my nipples while rubbing my cock with his big hands. I was overwhelmed with the sensation; I’d often tried caressing myself, dreaming that I was a woman, now I was enjoying that longed for ecstasy in the hands of a man. We’d moved into a sixty-nine position and unfortunately it didn’t take me long, what with Bernie’s warm mouth and expert tongue, when I couldn’t hold on anymore and shot my load “Mmmm! Oh yes, Willy, you are so tasty,” I heard him say. Then Bernie came and kissed me, I had my first taste of cum and I still can remember that special smell and flavour. He went to the bathroom and came back with a warm towel, washed my face and chest and cock and patted me dry.