The Lake

My brother called and insisted I needed a break from work and come up with he and his wife to a cabin they rented on a lake once a year. I told him I had too much going on at work, but he insisted. Being older than me, he had been the male I had looked up to as a kid. Our father was never around and had died when he was in his early forties from a heart attack. My brother had insisted it was because he was always working and never took the time to relax. My brother laid that guilt trip on me as he continued to bug me until I relented and agreed to go.

I followed their directions and was soon driving along a macadam road. To my left were rows of cabins, some were more like mansions. In front of them sat a huge lake, its water glittering in the sunlight. I made the left the instructions indicated and soon arrived at the cabin they rented. It looked as they had described it, huge but similar to some of the other log-built units which were truly cabins and unlike some of the buildings that more resembled mansions built of stone and concrete. Inside though, this cabin was immaculate. Hardwood floors and modern electric lighting with a huge stone fireplace in the living room. I immediately fell in love with the place. “I see you made it”, I heard my brother say behind me. I turned and saw my brother standing there in his swimming suit with a towel around his shoulders. I said, “You were right about this place Danny. I love it”. Danny replied, “I told you. Your room is any one you want to take upstairs except the one on the far left which is ours. Vicky’s down at the lake which is where I’m headed. Once you’re unpacked, come down and join us. Just follow the stone path from the back porch. It will lead down to the boathouse and deck on the lake”. I replied, “Will do. Thanks Danny”. Typical of my brother not to ask if I wanted a hand unpacking. I thought he had already left, but suddenly heard his voice call out, “Oh, and Derek, don’t bring any work down there with you”. Damn! He knew me better than I wished, “Ok Danny”, I replied.

After unpacking I changed into my swimsuit, grabbed a towel and a book then made my way down to the lake. When I arrived, I was amazed at the view. The lake was as calm as glass and the deck was polished hardwood with a fire pit built in the middle for nighttime partying. “All settled in”, I heard my brother’s wife Vicky ask? I saw her sunning on a lounge chair off to my left. I replied, “Yep. Danny was right, I love the place”. She smiled and said, “Great! Now relax and enjoy yourself. If you get hungry, there’s plenty of snacks in the fridge. I’ll make breakfast. We order out for dinner. Lunch is up to you”. And there it was. My only responsibility was lunch for myself during my stay. I was grateful, but at the same time felt like I was being treated like a kid, given ground rules, but I could live with those rules. “Where’s Danny”, I asked? Vicky replied, “Mike, a few cabins down, asked him if he wanted to join them on his sailboat. If you want a drink, there’s almost anything you want at the bar over near the boathouse”. She then went back to relaxing in her lounge chair. Ok, I could tell this day wasn’t going to be one of family time. I made a rum and coke with a slice of lime and walked to the edge of the deck. As I looked down to the water, I saw a floating deck out on the water exposed to the sun. The main deck was mostly shaded by trees, so if I wanted any sun, I’d need to go down there. It was then that I noticed a girl laying on a deck chair on the deck to the cabin just to the right of ours. She had one hell of a hot body with blond hair, obviously done by a hairdresser. She wore a pink bikini, showing off every curve of her tanned body, including a nice bubbly butt and narrow waist. As I was looking, she noticed and smiled as she waved at me. I waved back, a little embarrassed that she caught me looking. As I sat with my drink contemplating going down to the floating deck, I saw a young guy join the girl next door. He was wearing green board shorts and had dark curly hair on top but was cut short on the sides. He had pretty defined pecs for his age which I figured at around seventeen or so and his torso was a sharply defined vee from his broad shoulders (for a kid) down to his narrow hips. His baggy board shorts didn’t reveal much below his waist, but he did have impressive biceps for his age. I saw the girl say something to him and he turned and looked over at me and waved. I smiled and waved back, embarrassed that I’d been caught looking again. An older guy, probably in his forties or so then revealed himself, talking to the girl and guy and then I saw a few others as well, talking and going into the water and just having a good time in general. It was then that I made the decision to move down to the floating deck and get some sun.

I made my way down onto the floating deck, spread out my towel and laid down on my stomach and began reading the book I’d brought. After a while, I closed the book and rolled over onto my back. I must have dozed off for a few minutes because I suddenly felt movement on the deck and a presence near me. I opened my eyes and then saw two of the most beautiful smiles. “Hi”, they almost said in unison. I sat up and took in their youthful beauty. She was obviously the younger one of the two, but giving me the most flirtatious smile. I took a sip of my drink trying to understand why they were there. The blond beauty said, “I’m Tracey and this is my friend, Troy”. I noted that she said friend, not boyfriend. I replied, “Hi, I’m Derek. Nice to meet you. I noticed you sunning next door”. Tracey giggled and said, “Yeah, we hang out here most of the summer and then stay at our place in Florida for the Winter season”.  I replied, “Nice to have options. How old are you Tracey if I might ask”? Tracey offered, “I’m seventeen and Troy turned nineteen last month”. Ok, a rich princess and an underage one at that. Crossed her off my possibilities but wouldn’t count her out for eye candy. I had obviously misjudged Troy’s age and now that he was much closer, I could see he had ended the stages of childhood and was beginning those of adulthood. Was eight years difference too many? Yeah, I’ve fucked many a fine girl, but enjoy a guy’s company as well. Maybe I’m a player, but I enjoy sex. I’m not saying that its just about the sex because I’m not that shallow. I enjoy talking to people and the physical bonding of people regardless of their sex. I guess I’m your definition of bisexual. I love the beauty of the female form, soft and curvy, but I like the muscular definition of the male body as well, at least those of my age, youthful, yet athletic and a different, more rugged style of sex. Coming back to reality, I asked, “Would you like to join me? I could get you each a drink if you’d like”? Tracey giggled, but Troy said, “No, but thanks for asking. We just wanted to introduce ourselves to you”. After a brief moment I asked, “Have you met my brother Danny and his wife Vicky”?  Tracey looked confused and asked, “Who”? Troy then said, “They never seemed to want to associate with us. They talked with Tracey’s dad, but mostly hung out with other property owners and renters”. I said, “I see”. Tracey quickly broke the awkward moment by saying, “Well, it’s great meeting you Derek. We’d love it if you’d stop over later this evening for a drink. If you’d like, you could bring your brother and his wife if they want to come. I could introduce you to my father”. I smiled and said, “Maybe I’ll take you up on that”. Troy smiled hearing that and said, “Please do. It would be nice to have a conversation with a guy closer to my age for a change”. Tracey then grabbed Troy’s hand and said, “Come on Troy. I need another latte’”. If I had been taking a sip of my drink, I probably would have spit it out just then. Latte’? Really? Yep, spoiled rich girl for sure. Maybe I’ll skip the evening visit. No wonder Danny and Vicky don’t associate with them. I laid back down on my stomach to even my tan. I awoke to Danny calling me from the deck above. Dinner was on its way. So much for lunch. I made my way up to the deck and asked Danny, “How was the boat ride”? Danny seemed surprised by the question, “The what? Oh, uh yeah, about that. I’m sorry I left after telling you to meet us down here and I’m going to sound like a hypocrite, but it was about business. Mike’s looking to sell one of his properties here and he asked me if I’d handle it”. I grinned at my big brother and said, “So it’s ok for you to work during your vacation”. He cut me off saying, “I know, I know. I told you it made me sound like a hypocrite, but I made him aware that I wasn’t going to start on listing it until the month is over, so technically I’m not working”. I laughed at how he attempted to play on a technicality, and he could tell I wasn’t falling for it, but told him, “It’s ok Danny. I know you’re just looking out for me. By the way, Tracey next door invited me over later for a drink and said you and Vicky are welcome to come as well. What do you think”? Danny gave me a painful look before saying, “Vicky wants me to join her at her friend Carol’s tonight so that her husband will have some company while they work on Carol’s genealogy project. I was going to ask you if you wanted to come and be as bored as I’m going to be. Tracey’s dad Mark is a nice guy, but not someone I’d choose to hang out with, but maybe you’ll have a different opinion. Hopefully one of us won’t be bored to death”. We both laughed. I then considered just hanging out here at the cabin.

Dinner was delicious, Chinese cuisine, and afterward Danny paced, waiting for Vicky to get ready. He noticed me just lounging and asked, “What time are you going over to the Waltons next door”? I replied, “I haven’t decided yet”. I neglected to explain that what I’d meant was I hadn’t decided if I was going to go over to the Waltons. I was leaning towards just remaining at the cabin and reading.

It was about 8 PM and I was sitting outside on the deck reading and sipping on a rum and coke when Troy walked up. I said, “Hey Troy”. He smiled and I realized he had dimples which I hadn’t noticed before. He asked, “Were you planning on coming over? It looks like you’ve decided to stay home”. I grinned sheepishly. I never expected to be missed. I lied, “I was still contemplating it”. Troy sat down at the table across from me and said, “I guess you’re not into the stuffy after dinner snobs that usually show up at the Walton place. I feel the same way, but some of them are ok”. I noticed Troy had a drink with him, so I didn’t need to offer him one. Being curious, I asked, “So what’s your connection with the Waltons? Are you and Tracey a thing”? Troy grinned and said, “No, nothing like that. We’re just good friends. I used to come up here every summer and hang out with Tracey and her brother Mark. I used to stay with my uncle. He has a cabin on the lake down that way”, Troy said, indicating to our right. He continued, “Mark was my age and Tracey would always want to hang with us which sometimes got annoying”, Troy rolled his eyes, “When I was fifteen, my dad showed up one day and told me to pack my things, that he was taking me home. I didn’t know why and argued with him. It turns out my dad found out my uncle was gay and thought he might try to molest me which he never would have done, but my dad’s a real homophobe and believes all gay guys are out to molest young boys. When I went to say goodbye to Mark and Tracey, they went to their dad and told him my dad was taking me home. Mark, Tracey’s dad, talked to my dad about it and arranged to let me stay here with them. My dad agreed as long as I didn’t go down to my uncle’s cabin. I’ve been spending summers here ever since. This may be my last year though”. A sad story, but it made me want to meet Tracey’s father now. It was very kind-hearted of him to allow Troy to stay with them. I then asked, “So where’s your friend Mark”? Troy looked down as he responded, “He died in a car accident while visiting a college last year. The guy that hit him was on his cell phone and didn’t see the red light. It really crushed his dad and Tracey, especially after losing their mom to cancer three years before that”. I said, “I’m sorry. You must miss him”. Troy smiled at me even though his eyes were watering up, “I do. I remember all the great times we had together. I think that as long as I remember him and our good times together, he’ll always still be alive inside me”. Now it was my turn to tear up. Troy noticed and smiled, then said, “I’m sorry. I’m ruining your night with my sad story. Will you come with me to the party? It would be nice to have someone closer to my age to talk to”. I looked up at him and saw that cute dimpled smile and couldn’t say no. We got up and headed over to the Walton place. As we arrived, Tracey ran up and said, “Thank you for coming Derek. Let me introduce you to my dad”. I smiled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me off toward the crowd. I looked back at Troy and saw him grinning at me. Tracey pulled me toward the older guy I’d seen earlier that day and once in front of him we stopped. Tracey had a big, sweet smile on her face as she said, “Dad”? Mark was seated in a cushioned chair and looked up to his daughter, then to me. Tracey said, “Dad, this is Derek. He’s visiting his brother Danny next door. We met earlier and I invited him to join us this evening”. Mark smiled and got up to shake my hand and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Derek. Will your brother and his wife be joining us”? I replied, “Unfortunately they had a previous engagement Mr. Walton”. He laughed and said, “Mr. Walton. Please Derek, call me Mark. It’s a shame Danny had a previous engagement. I really like Danny. He’s always so busy though. Please, grab a drink and have a good time. I have a few other guests I have to say hello to but I’ll come and find you later so we can talk”. Tracey, still smiling said, “Thanks dad”, and then pulled me away toward the bar to get me a drink.

After we got a drink, we walked over and found Troy sitting alone sipping his drink. He smiled and said, “I see you survived meeting dad”. I smiled and said, “I did. He seems like a really nice guy”. Tracey chimed in, “Of course he is. The problem is the people who surround him all seem to be so aloof with their noses in the air to anyone they feel is beneath them. I can’t stand half of them”. Troy said, “More like most of them”. Tracey noticed two girls around her age entering the party. She squealed and said, “Carol! Julie! Over here”, as she jumped up and greeted them. She brought them over and introduced me to them. It turned out Carol was the daughter of the Carol my sister-in-law was visiting tonight. Tracey then led her friends off toward the bar. We overheard one of them say, “You’re right Tracey, he is so hot”. Troy said, “That’s probably the last we’ll see of them tonight unless they convince Tracey to let them fawn all over that hot guy”. I asked, “What hot guy would that be”? Troy grinned and said, “You of course”. I shook my head and said, “Yeah, right”. Troy was the one shaking his head now and said, “You are way too modest Derek. You’re a babe magnet. You have muscles in all the right places and looks to make any guy jealous. Hell, I can only hope to have your physique some day. Unfortunately a gym can’t fix looks”. I looked at Troy, puzzled, and said, “What are you talking about Troy. You’re already developing your body. I’m eight years ahead of you. As far as looks, you’ve got that covered and then some, and to top it all off, when you smile and reveal those dimples, you beat us all hands down”. Troy looked at me as though I was crazy, “You really like my dimples? I always hated them”. I smiled and said, “I really do and I’m sure the girls do as well”.

A while later, Mark came over and we talked about what I did for a living, and he told me how he had made his money and was now comfortably retired. He teared up when he talked about his wife and the recent death of his son and said having Troy around helped relieve some of that grief. I could tell Troy was happy to hear him say that. His last question caught me off guard, “So, what do you think of my daughter, Tracey”? Uh, Mr. Walton, I mean Mark, Tracey seems like a very sweet girl and a very beautiful girl, but if you’re asking if I’ve got the hots for her, the answer is no. Maybe if she were a couple years older, but she’s too young for me”. Mark was giving me a serious look and when I finished, he smiled broadly and said, “Thank you Derek. I like you. Please feel free to stop by any time of the day you wish”. He stood up then and I stood up as well and said, “Thanks Mark” and was about to shake his hand when he suddenly pulled me in for a huge hug. Once he released me from the hug, he said, “Enjoy the rest of the evening Derek. I hope to see more of you in the next few days”, and then he walked back toward the other guests. Troy was grinning at me as I sat back down, “Looks like you’ve passed the test Derek. He likes you”. I smiled and said, “I thought he was going to crush me with that hug”. Troy laughed and said, “Dad must really like someone to give them a hug”. “Dad”, I asked? Troy smiled and said, “Years ago I used to call him Mr. Walton and one day he stopped me and said I should call him dad or Daddy Mark if I preferred, but he said I needed to stop calling him Mr. Walton. He said that was too formal for someone as close to being one of his kids to be saying”. I smiled and said, “You know I’m liking the guy more and more as I get to learn about him”. Troy said, “Yeah, I think I love him as much as I love my own dad, maybe even more”.

Throughout the evening I felt Troy’s leg brush against mine. I thought it was accidental, but he left it there for a few seconds longer each time. I brushed it off as we were enjoying each other’s company, discussing sports, politics, cars, and science. As the night grew late, I mentioned that I needed to head over to prepare for bed. Troy then asked, “So, Derek, what do you have planned for tomorrow”? I replied, “Well, Danny and Vicky will be away all day, so I thought I’d take one of the kayaks and explore the lake”. Troy’s eyes lit up and he asked, “Would you mind if I came with? I know the lake pretty well. I could be like your guide, that is if you want”. I smiled and said, “I’d love to have your company Troy and the guide part will be an added plus. Would ten be too early”? Troy’s dimples came out as he smiled and said, “I’ll be at the water at ten”. I then said my goodbyes to everyone and received another big hug from Mark to most of the other guest’s surprise. I’m sure my face was bright red as I looked over and saw Troy grinning back at me. I made my way over to the cabin smiling the whole way. I was happy Danny talked me into this.

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of coffee and made my way downstairs. Vicky was in the kitchen making breakfast. I offered to help, but she was having none of it, “You’re here to relax and enjoy yourself Derek. That’s your job for this week. I’m sorry we haven’t spent a lot of time with you, but to be honest, we were both sure you wouldn’t come and so we made some plans. We’re trying to change some of them so we can spend some time with you toward the end of the week. Did you have a good time at the Walton place last night”? That was a mouthful. Where to start. Danny walked in as I replied, “First of all, you were right to think I wouldn’t show up. I really didn’t want to drop work right now, but my big brother can be a bit persuasive sometimes”, I said grinning at him. Danny said, “So the guilt trip I laid on you worked”. I grinned wider, “You could say that. I’m really glad I did come. A little family time with my big brother and favorite sister-in-law would be nice, but I understand and so far, I’m having a great time. Danny, I met Mark, Mr. Walton, and I can’t see why you don’t like him. He’s great! He almost crushed me with the hug he gave me before I left last night”. Danny cut me off, “Derek, I never said I didn’t like Mr. Walton. I just don’t care for the crowd he seems to draw”. I replied, “I ignored most of the snobs and focused on the real people. A lot of them are actually pretty nice. At first I though Tracey was just another spoiled little rich girl, but she’s actually very sweet. They treat Troy like he’s one of the family. I like him. We hung out quite a bit last night and he’s coming with me when I explore the lake today”. Danny smiled at me, “I’m glad you’re having a good time and I think it’s a good idea to have someone familiar with the lake to go with you. It’s a lot bigger than it seems and you could easily get lost. Troy’s been around since I can remember. He knows the lake as well as anyone. I’d like to spend some time with you while you’re here and I’m trying to set aside some time”. This time I cut him off, “Danny. It’s ok. I understand. I’m enjoying myself and I’m enjoying the little time with you guys we do have. If you can’t adjust your schedule, it’s ok. There’s always next year”. Danny looked at me like I suddenly grew another head, “Next year? You must be enjoying yourself if you’re already planning to join us next year. That’s great Derek”. I smiled and said, “Yeah, even one day up here was enough to realize I had been working too hard”. We had breakfast together and then Danny and Vicky headed out.

I picked a really sporty looking kayak and pulled it from the boathouse along with a paddle and life vest. I had grabbed a couple bottles of water to take with as well. When I got down to the water, Troy was already there looking out over the water. He was shirtless, but what caught my attention was below the waist. He had on a pair of pink shorts that fit him perfectly, revealing a tight, firm bubble-butt that could have been carved from marble. My jaw dropped at the sight of him. It made the sharp vee taper from his shoulders to his narrow waist look even more perfect. Troy turned with a smile and said, “Good morning”. I smiled back and said, “Yes Troy, it is a good morning, and your smile makes it even better”. Troy’s face grew a little pinker, almost matching his shorts, and his smile widened even further. He said, “I packed us some sandwiches for lunch since I wasn’t sure how long we’d be out on the lake”. I was glad he had thought about it, “Thanks Troy. I didn’t even think about that. I’d have starved out there only bringing water”. Troy grinned at me thinking I was being sarcastic. I said, “No. I really mean it, not the actual starving part, but that it was good that you at least had the forethought to bring us some lunch”.

We launched and traveled out onto the lake. It was cool right now on the lake but was supposed to hit the mid-nineties. We traveled across the lake to the other side and the turned right. We took our time and Troy was pointing out landmarks and other interesting points. It was warming up as noontime grew closer and Troy asked if I wanted to take a swim before we ate lunch. I replied, “Yeah, that would be great except getting in and out of a kayak when you’re in the middle of a lake can be very difficult”. Troy laughed and said, “True, but I have a plan”. I had no idea what he meant but followed his lead. Troy took us into a hidden area where a small stream entered the lake. He got out and pulled his kayak part way onto the sandy shore and then helped me out of my kayak. He pulled my kayak onto shore and then headed for the water. I followed and found it grew surprisingly deep very quickly. The water had been a little chilly where the stream entered, but as it grew deeper, it also warmed up as the water from the stream mixed with the sun-warmed lake water. We swam and splashed around for a while, cooling off from the hot sun, then decided to eat lunch. I grabbed two bottles of water and then found us a fairly clear, dry spot to sit down while Troy grabbed the sandwiches from his kayak. We scarfed the sandwiches down and finished off our water and then walked back toward the kayaks. The problem was Troy’s kayak was missing.

He said, “I must have moved it closer to the water when I retrieved the sandwiches, and the flow of the stream must have worked it loose”. I suggested, “I could take my kayak and hunt yours down and bring it back”. Troy said, “Yeah, except how would you hang onto the kayak and paddle at the same time. Also, would you be able to find your way back here? Got any other ideas”? I was hoping he’d make a suggestion, but after a moment, I said, “Maybe you should go then”. He replied, “Yeah, that resolves one problem but there’s still the problem of holding the other kayak while trying to paddle”. I said, “Then there’s only one other solution, we both go”. I noticed a smile cross his lips before he said, “Yeah, it might be a little tight, but it could work”. We moved the kayak into the water where we were sure it wouldn’t bottom out from our combined weight. I got in first and then he climbed in and sat on my lap.

Since Troy was in front, he had to do the paddling. As he did, I felt his hard buns flexing and slowly wedging my slowly hardening cock between them. I was in a panic but there was nothing I could do. He wasn’t saying anything, but he had to feel my growing hardness. To make matters worse, he leaned his back against my chest I assumed to make it easier to paddle. His bare skin against my chest made my cock throb even more. We travelled quite a distance before we caught sight of Troy’s kayak. As we pulled alongside it, Troy shocked me by suggesting, “It might be better if we tie my kayak to the back of yours and continue like this. That way we don’t have to chance capsizing one or both of them trying to transfer. My uncle’s cabin isn’t that far down the lake now so we could stop there and then head back in our own kayaks again. What do you think”? I had half expected him to immediately leap across to his kayak at the first opportunity. If he didn’t mind my hard cock drilling into his butt crack, who was I to argue. I replied, “I guess we don’t want either kayak to capsize”. With that being said, he sprang another surprise on me, “I’m going to have to slowly get up and then turn around. You’ll have to hold onto my kayak as we do this. Once I am turned around, I’ll move my kayak to the back of yours. You’ll have to hold onto my legs because I’ll have to lean way back to reach the handles of our kayaks to connect them together”. I realized he was right. There was no other way to connect his kayak to the back of mine without doing it the way he said and keeping it alongside wasn’t an option unless we wanted to travel in circles all day. I eventually said, “Ok, but be careful Troy”. Troy slowly pushed himself up into a standing position. I glanced down to see my rigid cock forcing a tent in my shorts. I wanted to reach down and cover myself, but realized I had to use both hands when he got into position. As he got himself turned around, I had another shock. His pink shorts had a tent of their own and the wet spot at the tip wasn’t from the lake water and it was pointed directly at my face. I was too shocked to say anything as he slowly leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of my kayak. At that very moment I had the urge to open my mouth and take his shorts-covered cock into my mouth. I also thought at any moment I was going to cream in my own shorts. “Ok, let go of my kayak”, I heard him say. I let it go and then he slowly began leaning forward toward the back of my kayak. In doing so, his crotch rubbed across my forehead. I tried to lean back to make it easier, but that ended up with my face being rubbed with his crotch and the wet spot smeared across my nose and forehead. It took all my willpower not to cum right there and then as I got a whiff of his musky scent. I did remember to hold onto his legs which had tensed from the effort of stretching. Finally I heard him say, “That should work. Can you help pull me back forward now”? I did as he asked and soon felt his firm butt cheeks against the back of my head, followed by his crotch and eventually his rigid shaft which seemed to bounce around my face longer than necessary as he pulled himself upright. “Sorry about that”, he said as he slowly turned himself around. I was sorry too, but only because I was so close to embarrassing myself by creaming in my shorts and Troy was about to sit back down in my lap. While his back was turned, I reached down and pinched my ball sack hard causing enough pain to ease my impending orgasm. I was still hard as his firm buns sheathed around my cock, but I had staved off more embarrassment for now.

Troy paddled us down further on the lake before pulling into an inlet and a pier with one of the larger “cabins” in front of it. Troy then said, “We’re here”. I looked on in awe, “This is your uncle’s cabin”? Troy smiled and said, “Yeah. It’s empty right now. He’s away on business, but I know where the key is”. Troy slowly climbed out, still sporting an obvious tent. I got up with my own tented shorts behind him. My cock throbbed as I eyed those tight muscular buns that had just been cradling my stiff cock. The buns and deep crack between were more pronounced due to his own tenting in front. We secured the kayaks and made our way up to the cabin. True to his word, Troy knew the precise rock to retrieve the key from. We entered the cabin through a set of glass doors and Troy immediately disabled the alarm. We walked into a large living room with a huge stone fireplace set in the one wall. You could see through the fireplace to a room on the other side. “That’s the dining room on the other side”, Troy explained. Troy left momentarily and returned with a large towel for each of us and said, “I could throw our shorts in the dryer if you’d like me to”. I smiled and said, “Maybe they need to go in the washer first”. Troy lowered his eyes and said, “Yeah, maybe they should”. I took mine off and handed them to him figuring he'd already felt me for a good hour. He may as well see what was between his buns. He began boning up almost immediately after seeing me naked and turned away before removing his shorts. That caused me to bone up again as I saw those hard, marble buns in the raw. He quickly wrapped his towel around himself before carrying our shorts off to the laundry.

When he returned, I was sitting in one of the stuffed chairs with my towel wrapped around me. As he entered the room, I said, “You pushed your kayak in the water didn’t you”? He stopped in his tracks. Then he tried to deny it, “No! Why would I”, then he saw the look on my face and realized I had figured it out. He looked at the floor as he said, “Ok, yes, I did. What I didn’t tell you and what Tracey never knew was that Mark and I used to come here when my uncle was away and messed around. It started when we were fourteen and continued until he died. At first it was just jerking off together. Then we started jerking each other’s cocks. Last year we were going to actually have sex since we’d be eighteen, but we never got the chance because he died.  We always talked about someday getting married and having a place like this of our very own. I’m gay Derek”, Troy said as a tear rolled down his cheek, then he tried to explain, “When I saw you next door looking down, I wanted to meet you. Then today, when we went kayaking, I took a chance to get us together. I was trying to get you hard when I was sitting in your lap”. I broke in, “You were very successful”. Troy laughed a little between tears as he continued, “But then I hadn’t thought about tying the kayak behind us and you saw I was hard. Is that when you knew”? I smiled and replied, “I was too busy trying not to cum right then and there to be thinking straight at the time”. Troy laughed at my comment and asked, “Really”?  I stood up and walked over to him and put my hands on his shoulders and said, “Really. Troy, you don’t realize what you have going for you, do you”?  Troy smiled and said, “I’m nothing compared to you”. “Not so”, I said as I leaned in and kissed him. He moaned into my kiss and almost melted into me. Somewhere along the line our towels fell away and we were standing there naked, making out. I broke the kiss to look at him. He looked back at me. The tears were still in his eyes, but he had a smile on his face. I leaned back in and resumed our kiss, this time pushing my tongue inside his mouth. It surprised him at first, but then he welcomed its intrusion. We eventually broke the kiss again and I said, “Troy, if you want me to stop at any time, just say so”. Troy looked up into my eyes and said, “Ok Derek, but I don’t think that will happen”. I asked, “So is there a bedroom we could go to”? Troy grinned and said, “Yeah, follow me”. He led me upstairs and into a bedroom out of time. There were drawings and posters covering the walls. It was a typical teenager’s bedroom. Troy realized my puzzlement and said, “This was my bedroom I had every summer until my dad barred me from coming here. Is it ok with you”? I smiled, realizing the kid that was still in Troy, the insecurity that needed assurance and said, “If this is the room that you’re most comfortable in, then I’m more than ok with it”.  We laid down on his bed and resumed making out and grinding our crotches against each other. I moved from his mouth to kissing and licking the nape of his neck as well as nibbling and licking his ear. It was driving him crazy, and I was loving it. He began whispering, “Oh fuck. Oh my god yes. Holy shit, you’re driving me crazy Derek”. I worked my way down to tonguing his bellybutton when suddenly his cock was spewing cum everywhere. I quickly moved my mouth to his cock to collect the remainder of his seed which was considerable. I swallowed his seed gladly relishing in its creamy sweet saltiness. He began squirming frantically and crying out, “Please! Please!! Stop! Oh my god!” I pulled my mouth from his cock and looked to him as he frantically tried to catch his breath. I smiled as I asked, “I take it you enjoyed that”. Troy just heaved out, “Oh my god yes! I’ve never cum so much in my life, but then I was so sensitive. You were driving me crazy”. I grinned up at him and said, “Yeah, I noticed that”. He looked at me with a serious look and said, “I’m sorry I came so quickly”. I crawled up to him and said, “Don’t be sorry. It’s not a problem”, then leaned down and kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss and then moaned against my mouth as I shared some of his own cum with him. A few minutes later I broke the kiss and just took in his sweet face with his dimples showing from the smile that persisted since we began making out. Troy then asked, “Can I suck your cock now”? I smiled so hard it hurt, “Of course you can Troy. Let’s switch places”. I moved onto my back and he climbed between my legs. I noticed he was stiff as a board again or still. He moved up and we kissed and then he attempted to emulate what I’d done, first kissing my neck. He gave it light pecks at first and then full on lips as he gained confidence. His tongue in my ear tickled, but it was the effort that counted. He then moved down to my pecs and started planting kisses. When he got to my nipples, he began kissing them back and forth. I told him, “Lick around the nipples and don’t be afraid to nibble on them a little. Ouch! I didn’t mean bite it off”! “Sorry Derek”, he said as he gave me a sheepish grin. He resumed working on my nipples and then licked down my abs toward my belly button. He looked up at me and said, “I love your six pack Derek. It’s almost like licking flavored river rocks”. I had to laugh at that description, and it seemed he was really into licking my abs as I laughed. Youthful inexperience be damned, he had my cock throbbing before he finally took it in his mouth. He bobbed up and down on it for a while and I told him to use his tongue. He misunderstood and began licking my shaft like a lollipop. I told him it isn’t what I meant, but doing that was fine as well. Eventually he returned to bobbing away, but he was using his tongue now, circling around the corona (kid learns quickly). I noticed his cock, wet from drooling precum, was rubbing on my leg as he was sucking me, so I suggested moving into a sixty-nine. He thought he had done something wrong, “No, it’s ok. I’ll stop humping your leg. I wasn’t even thinking about it”. I couldn’t help but smile, “I don’t want you to stop Troy. I just think this will feel better for both of us”. Encouraged, Troy swung around and his cock was soon over my face and he was back to slurping on my shaft. I pulled my mouth up and lapped up the drooling precum he was leaking and then went to work on his cock while playing with his firm buns. He seemed to be loving it as he picked up the pace. I soon began working a finger at his pucker and he started moaning on my cock sending a rippling sensation through it. I was getting close now, so I slowly worked my finger inside him. He let out a higher pitched moan and seemed to open himself up to me. He actually pushed back onto my finger, riding it as his moans got louder. Then suddenly his cock swelled slightly, and he was pumping his seed into my mouth and at the same time, his tight hole clamped around my finger. That took me over the edge as well and I sent blast after blast of my cum into his mouth. He suddenly began choking and pulled off as a few more shots painted his face. As we caught our breath, Troy rolled off me. He had the biggest smile on his cum-covered face, and I said, “Come here”. As he moved up, we kissed, and I periodically broke the kiss long enough to lick some of my cum from his grinning face. Eventually he rolled off of me onto his back. Troy said, “I think this was the best day ever”. I laughed and said, “I must admit, I’ve never had a better kayaking trip in my life, but we better be getting back soon. We have a long trip back to our cabins”. Troy looked at me, his dimpled grin still plastered on his face and said, “You’re right, but do you wanna take a shower first”? I replied, “That’s not a bad idea. We don’t want to smell like sex when we return”. We showered together, washing each other’s bodies, and getting each other hard all over again. Unfortunately, we had to head back.

As we pulled our kayaks out of the water, Troy looked at me smiling and said, “This really was the best day of my life Derek. Thank you”. I smiled back and said, “No, thank you Troy. That was a very well planned tour of the lake”. He blushed knowing what I meant. Troy then asked, “What are your plans for tomorrow”? I pretended to think for a minute and then said, “I think I’d like to take another trip in the kayak. Do you know anyone I could use for a guide”? Troy smiled, “I could help you with that”. I smiled and said, “I accept your offer, Troy. I don’t think we’ll need to see the opposite side of the lake tomorrow though. I’d like to explore things down that way a little more”. Troy’s dimples could’ve held two marbles at that point as he said, “I’d love exploring more with you, Derek” As I put the kayak back away, I looked over toward the Walton place and smiled.

The End.