The Awakening
 
By: Backwoods Boy
(© 2022 by the author)

Edited by: Michael

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 Chapter 1

Saturday, August 3, 1968

Brian spread his towel on the sandy beach and looked out at the wide expanse of the man-made lake. The blue letters on his white gym shorts - USAF OTS - revealed several things to the locals around him. First, he was serving in the United States Air Force. Second, he was what was commonly known as a ninety-day wonder, a product of the USAF Officer Training School. Third, he was undoubtedly stationed at the Air Force base nearby. And fourth, and most significantly, he was a stranger - perhaps outsider was a better word.

Dropping down onto his towel, Brian took in the rest of his surroundings. At the age of twenty, he was as far from his home in the Oregon Cascades as he'd ever been. He'd gravitated to this nearby spot because of its similarity to where he'd spent his teenage years. Despite being near a mid-sized, southern city, the small, semi-developed park was surrounded by woods and had the rural feel he craved, especially at the secluded west end where he hung out next to the trees.

That he was an outsider didn't concern Brian. Place was more important to him than people. He'd been a loner all his life, the result of his remote backwoods upbringing as well as his personal inclination. Having been advanced twice in his four-room grade school, he'd been two years younger than his high-school classmates - and therefore a social misfit. Then, obsessed about graduating quickly without going into debt, his three years of college were fully consumed by studies and as many part-time jobs as he could fit in.

Having received his bachelor's degree, and having passed his physical and aptitude tests, his application to the Officer Training School program had been accepted. He'd completed the program, and was now the youngest second lieutenant in the U.S. Air Force.

Though he didn't realize it, Brian's social development had been arrested well before he left high school - somewhere around the age of fifteen. By the time he'd joined the Air Force to avoid being drafted into the Vietnam-era Army, he'd been left far behind.

His reverie was interrupted by a nearby adolescent voice.

"Hey, buddy, come over here and join us."

It took Brian a few seconds to realize he was the person being addressed. He turned his head and found a pair of suntanned, teenage boys sitting on beach towels grinning at him.

He'd noticed the boys the week before on his first visit to the park. The older was a blond, athletic hunk, and while his companion wore cutoffs, he was always naked. Apparently it was an established practice, because no one seemed to take notice - except for the occasional envious glance in his direction.

Later in the day, Brian observed the older boy in the parking lot, talking with a young deputy sheriff. The deputy put the boy into the back seat of his patrol car and drove away. Brian figured the kid had been arrested for public nudity, but a short while later he was back on his towel, still naked.

The blond boy grinned at Brian.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you, Lieutenant Fuzz. Come on over and be sociable."

Unpretentious about his officer status, Brian laughed out loud at the reference to Mort Walker's comic strip character. His blond hair, smooth face, slim build, and youthful appearance made the label appropriate. Picking up his towel, he moved it next to the blond kid and dropped down beside him. The boy held out a hand.

"I'm Randy. This redhead is my friend, Devin. When we're not here at the beach, we build houses."

Brian gave them a closer look. Clearly of high-school age, construction was undoubtedly a summer job. The statement, he quickly realized, was designed to give them a false aura of maturity. He grinned at Randy as they shook hands.

"I'm Brian. You've already guessed my current employer."

Randy chuckled. "Yeah, not much doubt about that. We're gonna swim over to the dam and hang out for a while. Wanna join us?"

Brian looked at the proposed destination. "Is it safe to swim there?"

Randy and Devin stood up. Randy reached a hand down to help Brian up.

"Come on, Fuzz. It may be against regulations, but it's no problem. The main dam is way to the north. This one is just for the spring runoff. The gates are closed. We swim around it all the time."

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On the way to the dam, the two boys included Brian in the splashing and horseplay as if he'd been their friend forever. To be immediately accepted like this was a new experience for him, and that he was several years older didn't seem to make any difference.

The linear dam consisted of three closed spillway gates, each situated between cement support columns. The crest was a public roadway. The dam was not a place to be near if the gates were open, but at the moment it was simply an excellent swimming hole, with opportunities for diving from the support column foundations.

The boys climbed twenty feet onto the nearest foundation using ladder rungs embedded in the cement. Brian was used to skinny-dipping when in an environment like this, so he took off his shorts and tossed them to one side. Moving to the edge, he did a backwards dive with a half twist into the water. Rising to the surface, he looked up at the two hard-bodied boys standing like bronze statues in the sun. Randy called down to him.

"Where did you learn to dive like that?"

"High-school swim team."

The other two dove in. Randy and Brian climbed back out, but Devin swam to the farthest foundation, one hundred feet away, and started to climb out. It was then that Brian noticed the brawny black boy in white cutoffs standing at the top of the ladder.

"Where did that other kid come from?"

Randy waved to the boy, and he grinned and waved back.

"He's been swimming from that foundation. You just didn't notice him. That's Devin's friend, Cato."

Devin arrived at the top and Cato gave him a high five. They talked for a few moments before Devin removed his shorts and braced himself against the cement support structure. Cato unbuttoned his cutoffs and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a tube of lubricant, he spread some on his hard cock and moved up behind Devin.

Even though Brian knew what was coming next, he felt a hot surge of excitement as Cato pushed his pole deep into his buddy. He tried to hide the fact that his own cock had risen to full mast. Moving closer to Brian, Randy fondled his ass cheeks.

"Ever have sex with a guy?"

Brian hid his surprise at the sexually-suggestive touch.

"No, I can't say that I have."

In fact he'd never had any sex at all, other than with his hand. Caught off balance he continued without thinking.

"But if I did, I'd do it with you and Devin."

Then he blushed with embarrassment. Randy laughed at him.

"I think you surprised yourself with that one."

Brian looked down at his feet. "Yeah, I think they call that a Freudian slip." Then he looked into the younger boy's eyes. "But I meant it."

Then he blushed again. Brian was way out of his comfort zone, and Randy seemed to sense it. He put a friendly hand on Brian's shoulder.

"I was just joking around." Then he grinned. "But either one of us would fuck you in a heartbeat if you wanted us to."

Brian was silent for a few moments.

"I need a while to think about it."

"No problem. In the meantime, teach me how to do that dive."

For the next fifteen to twenty minutes, Brian's attention was divided between giving Randy diving lessons and watching Cato screw Devin. From time to time, Cato would turn his head and grin at Brian, as if daring him to join them.

Becoming increasingly aroused, Brian put on his shorts to hide his hard cock. Cato was hot, what they were doing was exciting, and Brian wanted in the worst way to be in Devin's place.

When Randy had mastered a simple back dive, they added the half twist. Devin returned in time to watch Randy finish up with a perfect dive. When Randy climbed out, Brian gave him a high-five.

"Good job, dude."

Randy glowed with pleasure and excitement.

"Thanks, Fuzz."

Brian looked across to the far support foundation.

"Where did Cato go?"

Devin pointed to the front of the support.

"He climbed up that ladder to the road. That's how he comes and goes."

Brian's disappointment showed in his face.

"I hoped he'd come back with you."

Brian's reaction wasn't lost on Devin.

"Maybe you can meet him some other time."

The three of them spent the rest of the day making use of the dam's recreational potential. When it was time to say goodbye, Brian realized it had been the happiest day he'd experienced in the two months that he lived there. He hoped it would be repeated.

It was also the day that opened Pandora's box.

Posted: 11/11/2022