Boys at the Lakehouse (Part I)

 

Continuing in our Summer Fun Series, I hope you guys will like this one. 

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Boys at the Lakehouse (Part I)

 Logan was a boy who lived a couple of blocks away from me, we met really in an odd way when I was 16. His older brother sent him to my house because they wanted to see my car. I had just bought a car that was like a Muscle car. By today's standards it was a full-on Mean machine.

I drove to their house and showed them my car. We all kinda became friends, like a lot of young guys do bout cars. But there was more connection between Logan and me it seemed. Often he and I would joke around and do some play wrestling in the yard. We teased each other every time I went over there and soon we’d be rolling in the grass. He was pretty muscular for 14, and sometimes he could manage a pretty good hold on me.

I always got curious why his pants button was un-fastened. Until one day he reached in his pants and pulled out a can of tobacco. I figured he hid it there so parents would not know. I didn’t mind that, but I was a sure distracted wrestling when his pants were starting to open. You can imagine.

He had a lean but defined frame, and was impressively fit for his age. He was medium tanned, from lots of outside activities and sports in school. In summer he worked with his Dad doing a delivery service. He was accustomed to using his strength moving boxes and stuff.. We both were blondes, but his hair was streaked with darker blonde stripes.

So we became pals right away, and soon we found reasons to go places together. I had been driving about 6 months, and he still did not have his learner's permit. On one of our trips to the Dairy Queen, he said that he kinda wanted to get away from his brother, and sometimes away from chores assigned by the parents. The brother picked on him and the parents, they both drank a lot of Beer, and did not mind, or notice if he was gone sometimes.

The parents would have friends over for Poker nights, with plenty of Beer.

I heard occasional verbal abuse blasted to Logan, and that was embarrassing. I thought he was better off away from that crap. Most of the time, I pitied him for the trashy ways of his parents.   

 Advance a little to early Summer, he and I'd fooled around for a few times already. We were probably BF's, only we did not call it that, but we were definitely not seeing any girls, and things were getting taken care of on a regular basis, mostly on the week-end. We had sleep-overs and  things were pretty hot. All of this was discreet, and it needed no conversation. On weekends we were anxious to get together. Because "Doing stuff" was always part of our plans.

 Since School was out,  his parents had a get away planned to the Grandparents lake house. I was invited to go along for the weekend. I didn’t want to miss out on this trip, since Logan was going to stay there for a 2 week visit, and we would surely miss each other terrible bad.

We worked it out so he and I would drive up in my car. It was over an hours drive,

I made sure we had provisions. Two large fountain Cokes, and a pint of Jack Daniels Whiskey, which an older friend scored for me.

 We hit the road, and swigged down a few gulps of the Cokes, so as to make room for the Bourbon Spike. Our anxiousness and our semi-private road trip was already wearing off the agony of any stresses of my part-time job. Logan was relaxing with his mixer. We cranked up the car stereo, and randomly sang along as we traveled in the dark. Around the time we pulled off the main highway, turning on the winding road to the cabin. I had my right hand down inside his pants, his cock was getting stiff. A drip of boy juice peaked at his tip. I delayed for a minute to get a finger sniff of his daylong aroma from that private stash. Fingers were all smelling pretty nice. I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my mouth. Weaving a bit we managed a couple of kisses on the straight road parts. I continued to stroke his biggy. Logan laid his head back on the seat, closing his eyes in ecstasy. I knew that he was within range of a missile shot, I edged him off, because this was to be my prize in good time. 

Soon, we pulled up to the Cabin, both raging hard. We held our overnight bags in front to hide our obvious pocket rockets. We did all the hand shaking and greeting the folks as everyone settled in lawn chairs enjoying the night-time air. Old folks can talk all night and never get to anything interesting for us teens, so pretty soon,  we faked some yawns and said it was getting a little late, we should get to bed. Mostly we were a little boozy, and needed to blow our loads and crash.

 The house had only 2 bedrooms, we were to sleep on the floor in the one. Logan's parents would have the bed in the same room. Arrrgh... disaster for young horny dudes!

 Since we were first off to bed, and the parents were still visiting. We had made sure to offer a full round of beers to them, to allow a chance for at least one milking.

 We shut the door offering only temporary privacy, then hurriedly tossed out the 2 Sleeping bags on the carpeted floor. Shoes kicked into the corner, and tugged off our shirts in a jiffy. Since we were sleeping camp out style with family, we kept our shorts on, and crawled into our nylon bedrolls.

 I immediately went at grappling Logan's warm body, pulling him close to feel his firm Pecs against me. I stroked the narrow of his back, and pulled down his shorts then dipped my hand into his waistband then over his Glutes. He was a track athlete, so he had well defined thighs, and ass. The very touch of his ass made me hard. We kissed a bit as it forced the passion and excitement higher until we were locked. Our bodies entwined and pulsing. He tugged my shorts down, and cupped my cock, tensed to his attention. I gently rolled my hand inside his tidy whities to find it was peeking out at the band. I slipped them down, and tucked my head under his sleeping bag, to seek his proud boyhood. He was well equipped for his age, about a 7. I had to work slow to get it all in. I liked to get the tip all the way into my throat, gulping more in with each down stroke until it was all in there. This required straightening my neck a bit to make the turn to my throat, I held his cheeks with one hand and the other cupping his balls, they were rising higher as his mass swelled.

 

Just before he unloaded, I could feel the sudden hardness followed by a mighty heave from his abdomen as he slowly rocked his pelvis pressing his might deeper into my mouth. He made a slight noise as the energy released. Muted like a child's moan, yet his body gyrated the power and tension of a Mans labido. Logan reached for mine, and pulled gently maybe 3 times, I burst a mighty load in my Jockeys.

 We hugged and nuzzled for maybe 5 minutes, then remembered, the parents might be coming in soon. We took turns to the rest room to clean up. Then crawled back in our bedrolls, leaving the bed zippers down, this slight reckless act allowed us to reach each other's dick in the night. Should the temptation overwhelm.

I so enjoyed pleasuring him.

There is more on this weekend........

Eric