Cabin

I grew up in the 70's and back then we did not know much about gay sex - somehow, I always imagined that gay men were feminine and skinny. My friend Luke was anything but that - he was tall, masculine, muscular and hairy - and he could make any woman blush. So when he invited me over to his cabin I did not think anything but two teenage boys spending some time together fishing and doing camp fires.

Once we got deep in the woods to his family's cabin I felt like we were in a different world - it was so remote and so quiet - he turned me in to his little bitch and I let him. He was obsessed with my body and my round twinky ass - thank god he had an average cock as he would take me anytime and anywhere he wanted. He locked all of our clothe in the basement and we pretty much ran around naked all week.

He was definitely the alpha male and I was the slutty sub - I worshipped him and I was there for his entire pleasure. He had violent tendencies and I played along as I could tell that things could get out of hand - but they didn't except for a few good slaps on my ass.

I never really spoke to him after that weekend. 10 years or so later I found out he had committed suicide.