My Freshman Experience

by Joel Young

Chapter 5

Weekend at the Cabin

I left Wesley Hall to go back to my room. I needed to pack a few things before leaving to spend the weekend with Adam at his family's cabin.

When I had gone to Adam's room earlier that night, I was a bundle of nerves and mixed emotions. And, I was as horny as hell from watching the porn movie. Adam had helped me sort out my feelings and calm me down. He had held me and kissed me. And, he had given me an intimate, caring and fantastic hand-job to relieve the almost unbearable sexual tension that I felt.

Mitch was in our room when I got back to Pilgrim Hall. He was studying at his desk, so I was pretty sure that I had given him plenty of time to take care of his own porn-related tensions.

"You look happier," Mitch said to me.

"You look much more relaxed," I replied.

Mitch smiled, and we made no more references to our out-of-control libidos from earlier that evening.

I started packing. "I've decided to go away for the weekend," I said.

"Are you going home?" Mitch asked.

I didn't know how to answer Mitch. I wasn't going to lie, but I didn't want him to know that I was going away with a guy to explore our budding romantic and sexual relationship.

"No," I answered. "A friend asked me to go to his family's cabin for the weekend. I really need a break. I'll be back sometime Sunday."

I thought Mitch might ask more questions. I could tell he was wondering what was going on with me. But, Mitch was not one to pry. "Well, have a great time," he said. "Think you'll be back in time to go out with the guys for Sunday dinner?"

"Absolutely," I said. "I'll make sure I'm here."

I waited outside of Pilgrim Hall for Adam. When he pulled into the parking lot, I opened the passenger door of his car. "Get your sexy self in here!" Adam said as he flashed me his charming smile. I started to feel my excitement building up again.

Adam drove a black Pontiac Trans Am. It was a cool car, and the leather seats were very comfortable. I settled in easily as he drove to the freeway entrance and headed south toward Kentucky.

"Wow," I said. "I can't believe we're going away for the weekend. This is such a great surprise! I haven't been off campus since my parents dropped me off on move-in day."

"We both need a break," Adam said. "And, I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better."

"I've never had a friendship quite like this, Adam," I said tentatively. "It's sort of mysterious. We've never talked about some very basic things. I mean, I don't even know what your major is. But, we just seem to know each other so well – like on a spiritual level. Maybe I'm crazy, but it's almost unreal – and a little spooky."

"It's Art. And, you think I'm spooky?" Adam asked.

"I should have guessed that you're an artist. You seem sensitive and creative. And of course, I don't think that you are spooky!" I said. "It's our connection that is a little eerie – not you. Don't you feel it? Or, am I the only one?"

"You are definitely not the only one, Joel," Adam said. "I felt it when we met at Church – and at the talent show – and in the college square last weekend."

"I suppose it's just a normal attraction," I said. "But, I don't know; it feels different."

"Well, it's too early to call it love," Adam said. "But, I knew it was going to happen."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Okay," Adam said. "You want to learn more about me - right? I hope I don't really spook you out with this one. You can believe it or not, but I have - premonitions."

I have never believed in the supernatural, or that people have visions of things that are about to happen. So, when Adam said that he had premonitions, it was unsettling. "You mean you can predict the future?"

"Not all the time," Adam said. "It only happens once in a while. But sometimes, I see someone or some situation, and I know what's going to happen. It's mostly visual, but sometimes it's a feeling or a thought."

I didn't know what to say.

"Would you like some examples?" Adam asked.

"That might be helpful," I responded.

"I first realized I had a strange sense of what was going to happen when I was about 12. My little brother came up to our room to get his Batmobile toy. As soon as I saw him pick it up, I knew he was going to fall down the stairs, and the toy was going to cut his forehead. I didn't say anything or try to stop it. I mean, it seemed crazy. But then, it happened – just like I saw. The cut on his forehead was in the exact place where I had pictured it."

I almost changed the topic of conversation by asking more about Adam's siblings. That would have been a much more comfortable topic for me to discuss. But, I knew Adam wanted to tell me more about his premonitions. "Go on," I said.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Adam said. "I know it's strange, but I'm not making it up."

"I've never thought that kind of thing was real," I said. "But, I sense that you're a truthful person. I just need to understand it better."

"So, you sometimes have a sense of people before you know them?" Adam asked. "Maybe that's the same kind of thing as my premonitions."

"Perhaps, oh wise one," I teased, hoping to lighten up the conversation.

"Here's another example," Adam said. "When I was 14, I was riding with my older brother in his car. For some reason, I noticed the license plate number of the car in front of us. It was LKY-0133. I had never even thought about lottery numbers before, but I told Luke he should play 0133 that night. My brother is ten years older than I am, and he likes to play the lottery sometimes. So, we stopped at a convenience store, and he played the number. It hit, and he won like $500."

"Couldn't that have been a coincidence?" I asked Adam.

"Of course it could," he answered. 'But, as I got older, things like that became more frequent. I've seen car accidents moments before they happened. I've somehow known the names of people I was about to meet for the first time. And, I knew I was going to meet you when I got up for that first day of church services a few weeks ago."

The conversation was starting to creep me out. So, I diverted it to a more comfortable type of premonition. "Do you know what's going to happen this weekend?" I asked.

Adam turned, looking at me with a slightly impatient smile. "Of course I do. And by the way, so do you!"

It was about 15 minutes before midnight when we got off the freeway at Exit 133 toward Brewer, Kentucky. "That's odd," I thought to myself. "That's almost the same number Adam told me about when his brother hit the lottery."

A few miles past the tiny town of Brewer, Adam turned onto a dirt road. The street sign said it was Bangs Lake Road. We drove for several minutes before we reached Adam's cabin. I had pictured a small, shingled house somewhere near a lake. I underestimated. It was a large, beautiful, log cabin home. And, the backyard ran down to the lake.

"Come on in," Adam said as he opened the cabin door with his key. He turned on a light. The place was magnificent! The outside wall of the living room was made of real logs. There was a large fireplace, a sofa, cozy overstuffed chairs all around, and a big picture window." There was also a piano along one of the walls. It looked like a spread in a Rustic Resorts edition of Better Homes and Gardens magazine.

"So, what do you think?" Adam asked me.

"It's fabulous!" I said. "Do we really get this place to ourselves – all weekend?!?"

"We do!" Adam said. "Come, I'll show you our room."

I followed him into a nice-sized bedroom with traditional looking wood furniture and a double bed. There was a small bathroom with a stand-up shower. The bedroom had a sliding glass door out to a deck with a hot tub - and a lake view!

"Where do you want to start?" Adam asked. "Fireplace? Bed? Or hot tub?"

"How about the bathroom?" I suggested. "Then, hot tub, fireplace, and bed – in that order."

"Perfect!" Adam said. "I like a man with a plan. I'll get the hot tub ready."

After we had both used the restroom, Adam took me on a quick tour of the rest of the house. There were two smaller bedrooms. I realized that Adam and I were staying in the master bedroom, which probably was used by his parents most of the time. There was a dining room that had lots of rustic charm. The kitchen looked like it had been remodeled recently. And, there was a beautiful, screened-in porch looking out onto the lake.

We went to the hot tub and started to take off our clothes. "I didn't bring swim trunks," I said.

"We don't need swim trunks," Adam said. He undressed and stood naked before me. "Still want to spend the weekend with me?"

Adam was about an inch taller than I. He had a light covering of sandy-colored hair on his chest. He was slender, and just a little muscular. His cock was slightly bigger than mine – maybe 6 inches in its flaccid state. His testicles were prominent, but not huge. I wished that I had normally-sized balls like Adam.

"I'll answer that question tomorrow morning," I teased.

Adam chuckled and said, "Oh, so I have to prove myself tonight? I thought maybe I had already done that earlier this evening."

"Well, I have to admit, that was a good start," I said. "Okay, I'll stay the weekend."

I finished taking off my clothes, and we got into the hot tub. It was a very cool evening, and at first, I was uncomfortable. But, the water in the hot tub was great. Adam and I snuggled close together, and he started kissing me. I loved how his lips felt on my skin.

"Have you ever gone 'all-the-way' with a guy, Joel?" Adam asked me.

I'm usually shy talking about such things. But, I wasn't reluctant to talk about personal things with Adam. "Yeah," I answered. "I had a boyfriend for a short time in high school, and we were horny all the time! He was my first. We only broke up because he moved away."

"That must have been difficult for you. Did you find someone else while you were still in high school?"

I sighed and hung my head. I wasn't sure I wanted to tell Adam about Ben. But, what the hell? Maybe I could have some fun and shock Adam.

"Does a teacher count?" I asked.

"I was talking about having sex," Adam said. "Not a school-boy crush!"

"I was talking about both," I said.

Adam looked as if he didn't believe me. So, I told him about my high school play and my relationship with the director.

Adam seemed stunned.

"Then, I fell in love with a girl in my senior year," I said. "That's when I found out that I like sex with girls as well as guys."

"Wow," Adam said. "I thought that you might have flirted with a few boys, and maybe even kissed a guy. But, I assumed you were pretty inexperienced. I mean, you look so young and innocent. Anybody at Oberlin you want to tell me about?"

"I really didn't do anything with Darlene - except for kissing," I said. Then, I picked up Adam's hand. "But, there is this fantastic guy who gave me an emergency hand-job a few hours ago."

"That wasn't just a mercy mission. It was a much-needed intervention that I enjoyed almost as much as you did. I have – a premonition - that there are more things like that in store for us," Adam said as he started kissing my neck.

"This guy has a thing for necks!" I thought to myself. "But, who am I to object? It feels great!" I wanted to know more about Adam, however, before we stopped talking and moved on to other things.

"Hang on there, Romeo," I said. "You've just taken a pretty complete sexual history on me. What about you? I could tell from your 'skilled intervention' earlier today that you're not inexperienced. How many guys have you been with?"

"Counting all of them? Or, just the ones whose names I knew?" Adam deadpanned.

At first, I was startled by his answer. I thought he might actually be flagrantly promiscuous. But then again, maybe he was only trying to get a rise out of me. I decided turn-around is always fair play.

"Just the ones whose names you remember. I want to check references," I deadpanned back.

"Okay, okay," Adam said. "But my story is quite different from yours. I went to boarding school starting in 9th grade – at St. Andrew's in Vermont. It's an all-boy's school out in the middle of nowhere. I hated it! But, my father went there, and he insisted that I go there, too."

Adam looked uncomfortable as he began telling me about his experiences at boarding school. "There were about 175 boys at St. Andrew's, all adolescents and all ready to explode from their raging hormones. Have you ever heard the old expression, 'You use what you've got?' Well, that is fairly common at a boarding school with all boys. I had my first experience when I was a freshman. The guy was a senior who was assigned to mentor me. I fell in love with him. He was basically straight, and to him, I was just a convenient way to satisfy his need for sex. When he figured out I had feelings for him, he dropped me as a mentee and avoided me altogether. That really hurt."

"Oh wow, Adam," I said. "That sounds traumatic - especially for a 9th grader."

"Yeah, well, they say you never completely get over your first love. I still think about him from time to time," Adam said.

"And, after him?" I asked. "I'm sure there must have been other cute guys at St. Andrew's."

"I don't want to talk about St. Andrew's, anymore," Adam said firmly. "I hated it there!"

"Okay," I said. "But, may I ask about after high school? Any other guys - or girls - you want to tell me about?"

"I'm not into girls in that way, Joel," Adam said. "And, there haven't been any guys since high school. Right before I came to Oberlin, I was diagnosed as bipolar. I had huge mood swings. Most of the time, I was depressed – as in totally despondent. Then, I'd be okay for a while - until suddenly I was hyperactive and had wild ideas about things that I thought I could do. It took a long time for the doctors to get my medications right – almost two years. So, I haven't been - you know – a very good candidate for any relationships."

"You seem fine now," I said. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," Adam said. "I'm steadier emotionally, and I think I may be growing out of it. I hate having to take medications; I want to get off them. And, I'm pretty sure I can handle a relationship now – as long as it's with someone like you."

I put my arms around his chest and pulled him in close. I felt myself getting aroused. I reached down and started to explore his cock. It was already hard. "I want to be with you, too, Adam."

We kissed, and Adam began stroking me. It felt so good!

"Joel," Adam said. "We can't – cum – in the hot tub. Let's move to the living room and light a fire."

We stepped out of the hot tub, and we both had pretty good erections. Adam had brought towels out to the deck. "Let me," Adam said as he began drying me off. He gently ran a towel all over me – spending extra time on the most sensitive parts of my body. The feeling of the terry cloth massaging my cock and balls was exhilarating! I returned the favor and got lost in exploring Adam's body.

When we were dried off, Adam shut down the hot tub. We went into the living room. Adam had me sit on a sofa close to the fireplace, and he handed me a soft, knit afghan. I wrapped myself up as Adam turned on the gas fireplace and adjusted the flames to a quiet, romantic level.

Adam joined me on the couch. I pulled him in so that he could share the afghan with me. I loved the feeling of our naked bodies touching each other. I started kissing his neck, and Adam moaned out loud.

My hands found their way to his chest. I played with his nipples as I continued to kiss his neck.

Adam moaned. "Oh God, Joel. You're turning me on."

"Yeah?" I asked. "Well, you're getting me pretty excited, too. Not to mention, I still owe you."

I decided not to let Adam focus on me, at least until I had repaid my debt. So, I intensified my efforts to give him all the physical pleasure that I could. Adam leaned his head on the back of the sofa, giving me access to explore his entire body. I focused my attention on his neck and chest for several minutes. He felt so sexy and so manly that I was almost delirious with arousal.

I looked at Adam's body stretched out before me – his hard cock standing up and begging for some attention. My hands slid down – teasing his erection and then lightly massaging his testicles. I took a quick look at his face to make sure I was on the right track. His closed eyes and the easily recognizable smile of sexual enjoyment gave me all the confirmation I needed.

I slid off the sofa and positioned myself between his legs. I continued to explore his manhood with my hands. "You're so beautiful, Adam," I said.

With that, I leaned back to enjoy the view of his overwhelmingly sexy state of arousal. I moved forward and took hold of his hard cock, and I stroked it – slowly and sensually. Soon, I let go and started to lick the shaft of his mouth-watering sexual organ.

Suddenly, Adam pulled away and sat up. "Joel," he said. "You don't have to do that!"

"I know I don't have to," I said. "Don't you want me to?"

Adam leaned a little closer, and he looked at me strangely. "Of course I want you to," he said. "But, I don't want to force you. I'd never do that – to anyone!"

I got back up on the sofa and kissed him. "You're not forcing me, Adam. I want to please you like that."

Adam didn't say anything. I got back on my knees and started licking his hard cock again. Then, I took his long shaft fully into my mouth.

I heard Adam moaning as I started to go up and down on him. I changed speeds and rhythms several times and noted Adam's reaction. He liked it slow, with most of the attention to the ridges around the shapely head of his penis. So, on every upward movement, I lingered at the top. I sucked on the head, holding his glans in my mouth while using my tongue to circle the corona. And just as I heard Adam react, I slowly descended while applying pressure on the stiff shaft.

Adam started to squirm, and I could tell he was getting close to reaching orgasm. I looked for signs that would tell me if he wanted to prolong the experience - or to 'go for the gold.' I didn't need to guess, however. Adam told me what he wanted.

"Sit next to me, and use your hand," he pleaded. I gave his cock one more kiss, and I got up. I sat close to Adam. My mouth found his neck, and my hand went straight to his pulsating erection. I stroked him until he was moaning loudly. "Kiss me while you make me cum," he begged.

I took my lips from his neck, and I looked at his 8-inch erection being massaged by my hand. I leaned in and kissed him passionately. I felt totally in tune with Adam, and I sensed that he was close to erupting. I stroked him ever so slowly, being sure to make full contact with the head of his cock.

Adam pulled away from me. "You're going to make me cum," he panted. "Oh yeah, just like that! Don't stop. Kiss me."

I kissed him again and continued to stroke firmly. Moments later, he moaned, and I felt his cock twitching. His semen shot out and hit his chest.

After he came, he stopped my hand from stroking him. He was much too sensitive to be touched.

I felt muscles from all over his body relax, and he leaned against my chest. I just held him, kissing the top of his head from time to time. When he looked up at my face, our lips met. We enjoyed a blissful, soul-satisfying kiss.

We sat silently for several minutes, basking in the feeling of physical and emotional closeness. We pressed our foreheads together as we looked into each other's eyes. We started giggling as we realized that our shared sense of intimacy was real, and that, regardless of how early it was in our relationship, we were falling in love.

We went to the bedroom and made love by mutual masturbation again that night. We fell asleep about three o'clock in the morning, with our arms wrapped around each other.

"Joel," Adam said the next morning while I was still asleep. "It's almost noon. We should probably get up."

I wasn't done sleeping, but I realized that Adam was right. It was time to get out of bed. Besides, I was really hungry! Sex – well, really good sex that is, almost always makes me famished.

"I'm going to take a shower while you wake up," Adam said. I watched as Adam got out of bed naked and made his way to the bathroom. His backside was beautiful – and his butt was so sexy! I caught a glimpse of his cock hanging down in front of him as he bent down to get his razor and toothbrush out of his bag on the floor. I smiled to myself as I realized we had 24 more hours to enjoy being alone – and intimate – with each other.

When we both had finished getting ready for the day, Adam checked the kitchen cupboards and refrigerator to see what he might be able to make for us to eat. "It looks like my parents cleaned out pretty much everything when they closed up the cabin last month. I'm afraid you'll have to treat me to breakfast at Erma's."

I thought Adam was trying to get a reaction out of me by implying that I owed him a meal. I decided to tease him. "Hey, I paid back my debt to you last night – twice!" I said. "I don't owe you anything."

"I know," Adam responded. "I'm not saying you owe me breakfast. I'm saying that you want to please me – and I want food."

I've always liked to please my lovers, and I was more than happy to buy Adam the best breakfast in Brewer.

"Okay. I'm buying," I said. "But who's Erma?"

"She runs the local restaurant. It's a 'Mom and Pop' place – with great homemade food. It closes for the off-season, but I think she's still open," Adam said.

We were both pleased to see the 'Open' sign as we pulled up to the restaurant in the center of the small town. We walked in and saw that there were no customers in the dining room. A stout, older woman looked up from behind the lunch counter and said, "Adam Criss! What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't stay away, Erma," Adam said as he gave her a big smile. "I just had to have one more of your Kentucky Homestead Breakfasts before you close up for the winter."

"You didn't drop out of school?" Erma demanded to know.

"No Ma'am," Adam said. "I just brought my friend Joel down here for a taste of your country cooking. Cafeteria food at Oberlin is pretty bad, Erma. You'd be shocked at what they serve us!"

'Well, okay then," Erma replied. "How about two Homestead Breakfasts, coffee, and some fresh-squeezed orange juice?"

Adam looked at me. "You're paying, so answer the lady!"

Even though I didn't know what all was included with a 'Homestead Breakfast,' I thought it best to agree. "Sounds great!" I said.

"You're Joel?" Erma asked me. I nodded, and Erma said, "You're getting extra bacon, Joel. You need more meat on those bones!"

Adam and I sat down at a table by the front window. Erma brought us coffee and orange juice before she headed back to the kitchen to make our breakfasts.

"How are you feeling?" Adam asked me. "About yesterday, I mean."

"Yesterday was awesome!" I said. "I'm on top of the world!"

"I'm so glad to hear that! I was worried that you might be having second thoughts - about us," Adam said. "I know you've been trying to . . . you know."

"Be straight?" I asked, trying to help Adam with his uncomfortable question. I looked around to make sure Erma couldn't hear us. "Adam, I know I'm mostly gay. I don't think anything can ever change the fact that I'm attracted to guys. Yes, I enjoy relationships with girls, but they're never the same. I may be bisexual, but I have a definite preference."

"So, you're okay with what's happening between us?" Adam asked.

"Adam, I'll be totally honest," I said. "I hate being called a 'fag.' I don't like being looked down on, or people making fun of me. And yes, for the last year or so, I've avoided getting too close with guys. I've only been dating girls. I want a normal life – and kids."

Adam looked at me intently. I could tell he wasn't sure what direction our conversation was taking.

"But, I've never been able to lie to myself about how I feel," I continued. "Even when I promised myself that I would give up guys and find a girlfriend instead, I knew I might not be able to do it. I have always known, in my heart, that I could never resist a close relationship – with the right guy."

The expression on Adam's face was blank. I didn't know if what I said had reassured him, or if I was scaring him away. I started to explain myself further, but Adam stopped me.

"Joel," he said as he rested his hands on mine. "I don't know if I'm 'the right guy' for you or not. But, I sure as hell want to find out."

I couldn't help smiling at Adam. We had reached a mutual understanding. Neither one of us was sure where our relationship was going, but we were both happy to continue down the path to whatever reality was in store for us.

Erma brought out two huge plates of breakfast foods – pancakes and syrup, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, hash brown potatoes, biscuits and gravy, and a bowl of fruit salad for the table.

"Good, Lord!" I thought to myself. "Not even a lumberjack could eat this much food!"

"I charge double for any food you waste," Erma said while looking directly at me. "So, clean your plate!"

"Erma," Adam said. "You've outdone yourself. Will you adopt me?"

"Your parents asked me years ago to take you off their hands," Erma said with a twinkle in her eye. "Thought about it at the time, I did. But, I came to my senses when I asked what you wanted to be when you grew up. Remember what you told me?"

Adam was grinning from ear to ear. It was obvious that he and Erma were having fun playing with each other. I wondered what outlandish answer Adam would make up.

"Was that when I wanted to be an acupuncturist - in a veterinary clinic?" Adam asked.

"Hell!" Erma replied. "I'd of taken you in - even with a crazy idea like that for how to make a living! But back then, you were the 'teenage heartthrob' of Crawford County, and you thought you'd rule the world someday. You told me you wanted to run the biggest 'think tank' in the country - and tell everybody what they should do. Tarnation! I'd already throw two husbands on the scrap heap for getting drunk and trying to boss me around. I sure as heck didn't need a sassy-ass golden boy moving in and telling me what to do!"

Adam looked shocked. "Oh my God," he said. "There was one summer I told everybody that I was going to get a degree in philosophy and then run my own think tank! I can't believe you remembered that. You're amazing, Erma!"

Erma smiled and shook her head. "Clean those plates, boys," she said as she went back into the kitchen.

"She's a real character," I said to Adam as soon as Erma was out of earshot. "Were you really going to run your own think tank?"

"Oh, please!" Adam said. "Yeah, I said it. But that was about as realistic as every young boy saying he wants to be an astronaut - or a cowboy!"

We began eating; the food was delicious. "Adam," I said. "This breakfast is great. But, there's no way I can finish all this food! Is Erma going to be mad?"

"Yes, she will," Adam answered.

"What should I do?" I asked.

"Grow some balls and take it," Adam advised.

Then, the irony of the common expression he had used must have hit him. He started laughing, and I joined in. We fed off each other's laughter until we were both almost hysterical.

"Okay," Adam managed to say as he tried to calm down. "That was bad advice, at least for you." He started chuckling again. "But you know what I mean. Just tell her how good the food was and ignore what she says. And, leave her a big tip."

We finished eating, and Erma brought the check and cleared the table. "Your friend is a picky eater," Erma said to Adam. I immediately complimented her cooking and paid the bill, adding a generous tip.

Before going back to the cabin, Adam and I stopped at the local grocery store and picked up a few supplies for the rest of the weekend.

I had planned to do some studying that afternoon, but Adam talked me into taking a walk through some nearby trails. The scenery was breathtaking! And before the end of our hike, Adam pulled me off the trail into a secluded area. We lay down and undid our shirts and pants. We kissed and fondled each other until we both reached amazing orgasms.

For the rest of the weekend, we ate, slept, made love two more times, and held each other for hours as our bond grew stronger.

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