See Part 1 here
Boys at the Lakehouse Part II
Logan and I happily slept on the floor in the same room his parents were to sleep in. I had just fallen off soundly after we had slyly made out only about 20 minutes before, then...
I had heard them come stumbling in after they finished off maybe 10 gallons of beer. They might have attempted to be quiet,but the clumsy footsteps of Logan's drunken Father plodding just past my head, abruptly woke me. I pretended to remain asleep. I now waited until the folks tucked themselves in. Then slid my hand inside Logan's unzipped sleeping bag. Nestling to my candy….. his warm crotch. Somehow he still had a semi. My dreams that night, I do not recall, but they fell far short of what was to come that weekend.
In the morning we popped out of bed, dressed quietly, and headed out the door to do some early morning fishing. Logan, knew all the good spots. It was peaceful to be in nature with him. He was younger but worldly in the outdoors. I was a city boy and it showed in my lack of fishing skills. We enjoyed the time alone together none the less.
Eventually, I had been put to shame by Logan’s fishing prowess, my pride barely saved by our growling stomachs which led us back to his Gramma's house for breakfast. His somber parents were heads down in their coffee, attempting to sober up. They were going back home for a wedding in town. Logan's Gran fed a nice home-style breakfast then chased everyone out of the house, since her regimen of canning and knitting or something incredibly important had to get done..
We were silently jubilant that the Parents went back to town. This left the guest bedroom and the bed all to us for Saturday night. We still had a day at the lake to burn so me, and Logan in our swim suits, quickly headed to the water heeding the natural draw to water as the daytime heat pressed on.
This was a huge lake, I knew it well, since I grew up coming there every summer with another neighbor buddy, he and I never did do horny stuff as little kids.Logan's Grandma's place was on the north side of the lake, which had fine beach sand. The sandy beach lent a gentle slope as the water opened towards the massive reservoir. We waded out to waist-high trading splashes then then piled on pool floats. Occasionally knocking each other off or dunking one another into the warm lake water. It was high summer in Texas, gladly, it was early afternoon, before the ruinous heat baked us red. The romp slowed as we grew a tired of dunk your buddy. We changed to diving under each others legs. In a sudden halt, Logan thumbed down his trunks to pee. I followed his lead doing the same. With a giggle warning, I reached over and sort of tickled his butt cheek.This obviously disturbed his pee concentration. He mumbled...
“Will you keep your hand to yourself” or something semi smart ass?
He had beat me at fishing, but I was determined to best him somehow, I quickly tugged his trunks to his knees. It became a fight to pants each other. lots of splashing, beaky teen voices yelling, occasional soft white skin bared, followed by a bear hug plunge underwater, we both ceded to leave the suits at our knees
Logan had a bravado about him that had curiously coaxed me to join his reckless abandon. We both resulted in bare buns with our trunks trapped by one toe at the bottom of the lake. We stood together in this state of nudity with only a shroud of greenish aqua serving as a natural modesty diffuser. It was the first time I had ever been exposed like this in a public place. I tell ya, here we were....easily in view from the Lakehouse. It was tempting a fate of ill-discovery, by adults! I sustained with this confidence, the water mask was up to our chests. [Perhaps they could not see our condition. In this flirtation with fateful indulgence, our dicks floated freely in the gentle movement of the water. Slightly bouyant boy parts, I found his, and he reached to mine.
It was a completely novel stimulation for us, gentle parts enveloped in warm water combined with caresses by wrinkly palms presented quick erections for both of our cocks. I secured my suit in one hand, and dove under the water. I held myself under at his waist, then slowly fish mouthed his dick. It was difficult to stay under holding my breath while mouthing his enlarged size. However this was hornier than anything I'd ever done, all this was so incredibly brazen shielded by illusions of dancing green water . As I came up for air, Logan heaved a breath then dove under to do a fishy suck on mine. During his amusing splashdown, I saw a bit of his white butt break top water. The musculature apparent by glinting rays across the sheen of white pale skin. I held up one of the floats in a vertical shield from any suspecting eyes. The house was 50 yards away and we had no idea where Granny might be? Sure it caused some nervousness, but this unstoppable exploit was too great to think about a sad detour.
We finally reclaimed our trunks and settled into some more sedate games. We traded turns, one boy towing the other like a tug boat by one hand in the shallows. As I pulled him along face-down his dick bumped sand ripples, which kept him hard from light friction. We moved to the beach sand, I buried his feet, legs and torso. Saving the crotch until the last bit to get sand burial. I monumented the shape of his semi, tempting us both to an impossible wait. We both relished his King Tut status and I believe now, he was indeed the Boy king. Of course, the uncovering procedure, took me ages to completely wipe the sand from those trunks and that welcoming bump. Not much more could be managed her and now, so we gave into the hunger wrought from high activity, it was time to return to the back patio for a nice lunch, served up by the apparently unsuspecting Granny
After a hearty lunch, Gran said we should stay inside the rest of the afternoon, judging by our nearing sunburn, we complied. She announced that towels were in the bathroom as we should wash off the lake water and relax indoors. I wished that we could have showered together, but we figured that would be too daring, two guys being in the bathroom together. After showering, Logan come parading nude from the bathroom, towards our newly claimed bedroom. He had no modesty about his naked body around family. This furthered all the temptation I had, incredibly this would last until our bedtime.
We played video games, and watched TV to fill the long afternoon That evening that guest room was all to ourselves. We slipped off our clothes with a measure of coy intent. Grinning across the room to one another as we slid each leg of our shorts off, and as his tee came over his head his smile was bigger than the glistening moon.
Just before flipping off the light, Logan found an unusual surprise sat on the night table. Wide eyed we knew Logan's Granny had likely placed the jar of Vaseline there for us.There was no denying, she estimated something about us. Maybe she had seen us that day? We were puzzled and feeling cautious, but the days activity had surmounted a gallons of endorphins and testosterone that had to be spent. We were not deterred.
That night we adamantly avoided the brand new tub of lubricant. We always used natures own lubricant. On that night we elected not to give the old girl validation. I was no stranger of methods to satisfy Logan silently, a little gentle massage some focused attention to his hard cock orally, then we fell asleep arms draped around each other replete and content.
Eric
