I was fresh out of high school and starting my first real job. My dad convinced his buddy Frank to take me on as a carpenter's assistant. Translated; a grunt/gopher. I was up for the challenge. I stand 5' 10", 170#, muscular and not afraid of work. For lack of better transportation I was peddling my ass on a ten-speed. I was nervous as hell. I hadn't seen Frank, my dad's buddy, in a couple years. I always was amazed by Frank, but scared shitless of the man. He was a big fucker, 6' 4", probably 250#. His shoulder length blonde hair and fu-man-chew made him look like a big, mean biker. A big, mean biker with no sense of humor!

I had hoped to arrive first on the job site and give myself a little acclimation time. I didn't. Frank was perched on the tailgate of his red, Dodge Ram, a cup of coffee wedged between his hairy, muscular thighs, leaning back on his elbows looking up at the cloudless blue sky. At first I didn't recognize him. The long hair was gone. He now sported a shaved head and thick blond goatee.

The sleeves of his snug, white, tee had been ripped off, leaving jagged shards of cotton that clung to his already thick, moist, shaggy pit hairs that sprang to freedom as he yawned and stretched his now interlaced fingers and tanned, muscular, arms to the sky. His shirt lifted a little from the confines of his studded black belt. I noticed a bear engraved on the buckle. What really caught my eye was not the bear belt buckle. Rather the large quantity of bear fur on his exposed belly above the buckle and the huge basket below it. He looked like a Grizzly waking from hibernation. The white fringe on his cut-off denim jeans matched the tee. Green/blue plaid boxers hung just lower than the denim threads. Well warn buckskin boots completed the look of this construction worker. Not unlike the one in the Honcho magazine I keep hidden in my room.

"Well holy-fucking-shit! What happen to the snotty-nosed little rug-rat that was riding that bike a few years back?" Frank laughed-out through showing a big toothy smile. "You're a spitting image of your old-man when he was your age!"

"Well what you see is what you get Frank." I said nervously then wondering if it may have come off a little sarcastic.

It was only 6:45a.m. and the temperature was already reaching the 80 degree mark and fucking humid. I had stopped along the way and removed muscle tee now hanging from my back pocket. My tanned six-pack torso, lightly dusted with curly black hair was as wet like I had just come out of the shower. Sweat cascaded in rivulets down my back conjoining in my ass crack. I felt like I pissed myself!

I guess he liked what he was seeing. Frank seemed a little-too-long inspecting the package…and I do mean the package! The thought that Frank, my dad's friend could like guys was out of the question! I had to be thinking with hormones instead of brain cells.

I hopped off the ten-speed and pushed the kickstand into place. When I turned around Frank was no more than a couple feet away, his huge callused hand extended. That giant bear claw he offered felt like sandpaper. He smelled of fresh man-sweat and Old Spice. I was in love. I was just afraid I might lose it and shoot a load right there in my pants.

As the rest of the crew arrived the new warm and fuzzy Frank mutated back to the scary, mean, biker I remembered.

That first week was five of the worse days of my life. Frank was on my ass every time I turned around. My Dad thought that was great!

"Frank will make a man of you if anyone can." He' said with a shit-ass snicker. Though it had never been outright spoken I think my dad realized I had an eye for the guys. He tried fixing me up with girls all the time and always made queer jokes about me and my male buddies.

I had just got home that first Friday night. Every fucking bone in my body ached. I was soaking in a hot tub of water when my dad brought the phone in and said it was Frank. I waited till he left before answering it. I figured he was probably firing my "dead ass" as he called it.

"Joel here, what's up Frank?"

All of a sudden that "warm and fuzzy" Frank seemed to resurface. I was beginning to wonder if the guy had Multiple Personality Disorder.

"Hey kid, how'd ya like your first week?" Frank said following up with a smartass snicker.

Without giving me the chance to tell him, he continued…

"Got any plans for the weekend?"

"No, I guess not", I said reluctantly; figuring he wanted me to work so he could bust my balls a little more.

Well, if you're up for it, I have a camp up north on the lake and thought I'd see if you want to go up with me. Look I know I was rough on ya all week but I want you to get the idea of real work and not be half-ass like most of the guys on the crew. My treat, won't cost ya a dime…what ya say? Can do a little fishing, hiking, maybe even take a skinny-dip in the lake! Come-on, get that "dead-ass" (laugh) in gear. I'll pick you up in an hour.

Before I had a chance to answer, he hung-up. Dumbstruck, I stared at the dead phone and said "sure, I'll be ready." I figured "what the fuck" if nothing else I might get to see that hairy bear in the buff and set my eyes on what fills that basket.

I threw the bare necessities in a backpack, grabbed my fishing pole and tackle box 45 minutes later I was standing on the curb when Frank pulled up. I threw my shit in the back of his black, Jeep Wrangler and we were off. The two hour trek seemed to fly by. Frank joked and talked most of the way. Unfortunately I only got half the conversation because once again Frank smelled of fresh man sweat and Old Spice. While he talked about fish poles, I was thinking his man-pole!

As soon as we reached the cabin Frank insisted we check out the lake. I followed him down to a small dock. A full moon illuminated the path giving me a perfect view of Frank's hot ass. I was so busy staring I didn't notice when Frank stopped and turned on a dime. I ran straight into him and would have fallen off the dock into the water if he hadn't caught me in those big, hairy arms. Our eyes met and for a second I was scared to death as to what would happen next. Frank burst into a thundering laugh. "I wish you could see your face right now." Frank hoisted me back to my feet while continued laughing until his face was wet with tears before he could regain composure.

"Personally, I didn't see all the humor!"

He never did say why he stopped short just: "come-on Kid" and lead me to the end of the dock. The lake reflected the surroundings as though it were a huge mirror in the silvery moonlight. Only the occasional ripple from a jumping fish interrupted the water's smoothness.

Without a word Frank pulled his white polo over his head and dropped it to the deck. Squatting down he untied his jogging shoes removing them and his socks. For a moment he stood looking at me and shrugged his shoulders…"What, you not going in?"

I froze but felt so hot I thought I might do that spontaneous combustion thing. Frank just continued to wait for a response. Only as I slowly began pulling my shirt from my waistband did he move. I nearly froze again when I heard the clinking of his belt buckle then his zipper sliding rhythmically down its track. He let the faded jeans drop and stepped out of them. This left him clad only in boxers. Familiar green/plaid boxers. I thought for a moment he might wear the boxers into the water. Wrong! He slipped them off and tossed them to the dock with his other belongings just as I slid my own briefs to the ground. As I bent and did so I turned and found my face not more that a foot from his big, beautiful, uncut cock and lemon-size, balls.

To avoid looking Frank in the eyes I simply leaned forward throwing myself into the water. Frank followed with a huge splashing cannon ball. We laughed and played in the cool water like we were Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. Several times while we frolicked and wrestled about I felt his hard, hairy body against mine. Once when he grabbed me around the waist from the back his warm crotch molded around my thigh. I felt his cock twitch before he quickly let go and swam a few feet away. Soon after that Frank hoisted himself onto the dock and began to dry off using his tee shirt. I followed him out of the lake wondering how I could let him know what had happen had been okay. A smile came to his face when I asked if he could dry my back for me. "Sure" he said taking the damp shirt from my hand and our eyes locked for a second. I slowly turned and felt a shudder shoot through me like a lightening bolt. Every muscle in me tightened and an uncontrollable moan of pleasure crawled from my throat.

Frank slowly and sensuously slid the cloth down my back till it rested on my ass. Suddenly it was replaced by a warm wetness I'd never experienced. Shivers slithered up my spine and my cock was so hard I knew if I touched myself I'd cum on the spot. I turned my head enough to see Frank was kneeling and his face was buried between my ass cheeks. In one long motion he stood licking from my hole to the back of my neck where he began kissing and licking my neck and sucking my ears. I turned to face him and those huge rough bear paws of his gently took my face and he kissed me. I had never kissed a man and the taste of his tongue, the feel of his beard against my smooth face, the scent of his Old Spice caused an eruption like no jack-off session with a magazine had even done. When it was over I buried my face in the thick blonde fur of Frank's chest; inhaling his masculine smells and the cum I had sprayed on the two of us.

When we finally pulled apart Frank reached down and scooped up some cum and licked it from his fingers. I was unsure when he reached down for more and offered it to me. I had never tasted cum and was unsure if I wanted to eat my own. Slowly I opened my mouth and offered him my tongue. The taste was like nothing I had tasted before! I loved it and knew I wanted more…now!

I slowly licked my way down Frank's hairy, cum coated torso. When I had reached my destination I couldn't help just staring in amazement at his manhood. I'd seen the guys in the locker room at school and some of them were pretty well hung and I've never been ashamed to show off what I have but even the fuck-mags had never shown anything this beautiful. With my right hand I lifted his cock, just feeling its weight was such a turn-on! Lifting it higher I leaded into his crotch, the clean masculine scent of his balls almost made me dizzy. I stretched out my tongue and let it slide to the back side of them and slurped it back and forth a few times before sucking one of those lemons into my mouth and then the other. Frank's sighs and moans only made me suck and slurp more. I wanted to give him the same sensations he had given me a few minutes earlier. I tried to get both in at once but my mouth just couldn't accommodate both.

Frank pulled away, bent down and sweetly kissed my forehead. I watched as he spread our clothes out making a bed of sorts and laid down giving me total access to that hot body. His cock was now erect and about half the head was exposed. I slowly slid the remaining skin back liberating a pink, moist mushroom. I licked the sweet tasting mushroom knob then swallowed about half of his nine inch cock. After a few gagging episodes I got into a rhythm and went back and forth from his cock to his balls. I was licking that hairy sack when Frank grabbed his legs pulling them to his chest and I found myself staring directly at his hairy ass pucker. Without skipping a beat I took to rimming like a fish to water. Before I knew it I had three fingers up Frank's hole and was back working that hairy cock deep into my throat. Frank was riding my fingers, screaming and moaning when I tasted cum for the second time. Frank's juice was much stronger tasting than mine and a lot more in quantity. I tried to swallow it all but it oozed out the corners of my mouth onto his pubes and sack. When the last had splashed the back of my throat I slowly pulled off and licked up what I had spilled and the droplets still flowing from his soft cock.

I slid up next to Frank, and he passionately kissed while out entangled bodies and minds drifted into blissful sleep.

We woke still holding one another. The lake, no longer silver from the soothing moon was golden under the early morning sun. After a lingering kiss, Frank dressed and headed for the cabin to make breakfast. I slowly slipped into my clothes, still perfumed with our love-making smells and followed Frank's footprints up the path. I didn't believe life could ever be better; then I realized we still had two days together. Could anything be better than last night?

TO BE CONTINUED...