I took my tool, found my pants and boots in the carport and partially dressed. I headed up the road away from the cabin and within a few hundred yards...I knew we were in trouble. The backside of the hill was soaked and the road was thick with mud and puddles. A large branch crossed the road a little ways further, and I got off the bike and carefully walked around it in the dense woods and heavy underbrush. Back on the bike I made it another five minutes before I hit a real doozy. A larger tree. When I was a teenager sometimes when I visited in the summer they both still had to work and my sisters were still in school, so usually there would be a few days or a week or so when I would be home alone sometimes. Early on, as a young teenager, I had found my step-dads Playboy collection, actually I think my sisters told me about it. So as a teen I would sneak in to their room when everyone was gone and look at his Playboys. One time I found some VHS videos. I had a TV with a VCR built in in. ”Rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans, Jake abruptly ordered, “Strip naked! Show me how bad you want it.”Finally an opening. I eagerly ripped off my t-shirt and wriggled out of my shorts, my cock pitching a tent in my briefs.“You do have a nice body,” Jake remarked, “I suppose I could throw you a quick mercy fuck. Take off those tighty-whiteys and bend over. Show me your virgin hole.”Standing in the bed of the truck, I yanked off my briefs and bent over, spreading my butt cheeks to reveal my. No. He was a married man after all. I was far too young for him. Far, far, too young. Yet… here we were. The conversation died and I felt it was my fault. I just couldn’t talk to him properly. He was so much older. What would I say? Would I come across as silly? No, honestly it wasn’t that. It was the fact that I was trying to pretend to be uninterested in him, yet down between my legs a steam bath had started. I blamed my parents. They never made things comfortable enough to talk. Ugh! I.