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After out hot sexual encounter Mr. Anderson’s remarked that we should take
another late-night dip in the lake. Only this time he suggested that we
skinny-dip. I had never swam naked before, but I had heard over the years that
skinny dipping felt great. And after getting fucked in the ass and losing my
virginity, going skinny dipping with him seemed rather tame by comparison. So,
of course, I agreed. And besides both our bodies were spotted with baby lotion
and cum that needed to be washed off.
Mr. Anderson quickly refilled our glasses with more pena colada and placed them
on the second from bottom steps of the ladder at the back of the boat so we
could swim up later and sip them while we relaxed in the water.
Then we both looked at one another, embraced, gave each other a quick kiss and
dove in. The water felt better than ever because I didn’t have any cumbersome
shorts on. The refreshing drench encompassing all of my naked body felt so
incredibly majestic. I could have swam naked forever.
We dog-paddled around his boat three times before we headed over to the ladder
so we could rest and sip our drinks. By now it was almost one o’clock in the
morning. The moon was straight above us and we could see each other perfectly in
the soft glow of the moonlight as we held onto the ladder at looked each other
in the eyes.
I remarked, “We couldn’t have picked a better night for a swim.”
He quickly replied, “You bet--and what’s so nice is that it’s just the two of
us”, as he leaned over with love in his eyes and kissed my lips.
It was kind of moving looking at Mr. Anderson knowing that I had his sperm-cells
swimming around inside my body and my sperm-cells swimming around in his. I
think it made me feel all that much closer to him because after all --a part of
him was now inside me and a part of me was now inside of him.
Mr. Anderson the said in a cheerful tone, “God Jeffery , I still can’t believe
what has happened between us--I’m the luckiest man in the world”.
This time I got even more bolder and replied, “Well I think I am the luckiest
guy in the world too , to be with you like this”.
My comment floored him. He moved closer to me and inserted his tongue deep into
my mouth. I closed my eyes for I wanted to enjoy every second of it.
One thing I liked about Mr. Anderson more than anything was that he always
treated me as if we were equals which I guess is the reason why I always admired
and felt comfortable around him so much. Certainly I felt a closeness to him by
far, far more than any of my other parent’s friends even before our lustful
encounter that evening.
For the next 20 minutes or so , we just hung out around the ladder and sipped
our drinks. At one point he grabbed my cock which I knew was his prized position
and exclaimed with a smile on his face, “Gosh Jeffery, I just can’t get over how
big you are”, while he fondled it.
As we remained fully submerged except for our heads, I could feel my cock began
to grow in his hand. Of course Mr. Anderson really got turned on feeling my
sausage expand. No sooner did he stroke my cock a few times when I reached over
with my hand and grabbed his. He was already rock hard. I guess feeling my cock
growing definitely made his cock grow and so we were both super stiff.
While holding Mr. Anderson’s cock in my hand, I felt a certain devotion towards
it given it was the tool that was used to pop my cherry. I kind of felt like his
cock now belonged to me in a very special way--and I guess it did. But at the
same time, I felt sorry for Mrs. Anderson knowing that it didn’t belong to her
anymore --and I bet she really missed it. “Who wouldn’t?”, I asked myself.
He gave me a quick kiss and told me he would be right back. When he climbed up
the ladder, I couldn’t help but admire his entire wet naked body. I also thought
to myself how much Mrs. Anderson must have missed looking at him without his
clothes on. But I was sure glad that he was now in love with me because I had
already fallen in love with him even though I would have never admitted it.
It wasn’t but about a minute later when he climbed back down and into water.
Only this time he held a bar of soap in his hand. He looked at me, gave me a
quick kiss and said, “Come on-- let’s swim over to the shore and soap
ourselves...I want soap your body all up.”
Before I could say a word, he handed me the bar of soap and very gently grabbed
me from behind. He placed one arm firmly under my arms and around my chest
(lifeguard style) and we kicked our feet off from the side of the boat to help
shove us off.
It felt so wonderful to be held by him as our naked bodies glided across the
temperate water to the small landing area about 80 yards away. There was no
beach for the water was deep ( like 30 feet) right up to the rocky shoreline. I
kicked my feet in the water to help keep us afloat as he paddled with one arm
while he held me by his other. Every thirty seconds or so he would give me a
quick kiss on my cheek and at one point said, “Jeffery, I just can’t get enough
of you.”
When we reached the shore, we stood up on a giant rock that was slightly
submerged in the water. He took the bar of soap from my hand and washed my
entire body. His soapy hands felt so good as he worked the bar under my arms--
then all over my chest--all over my penis & testicles--down my legs--into my ass
and finally up my back side. When he finished, I jumped back in the water and
rinsed the suds off. By the time I swam back up to the rock, He had soaped
himself up and jumped back in too. We swam around for a few minutes then rested
back on the rock.
Mr. Anderson then climbed up the rock until he stood firmly on the shoreline. He
bent over, held his hand out and helped me out of the water until I stood on
firm ground with him. It felt kind of scary but also exciting to be standing
right up along the side of the woods completely naked. A light breeze blew over
our bodies which sort of chilled me. Seeing me shiver, he wrapped his arms
around me and rubbed by back solidly to warm me up.
Before I knew it, not only was he rubbing my back, but my butt too. I told him
just before I placed my chin on his shoulder that he could rub me like that
forever cause it felt so good.
Mr. Anderson laughingly replied, “We’ll I just might, cause I love you so much.”
As we stood there fully embraced while he rubbed my back and butt while I rested
my chin on his shoulder, I couldn’t help but think about all that had happened
to me in just the past few hours.
I had fallen in love with another male and not only did I give up my virginity
to him, but now we were doing something really unusual by standing on the
shoreline of our favorite fishing spot completely naked while he held me tightly
in his arms in the middle of the night.
“If my mom could only see me now, I think she would flip out” , I told myself.
But then again I wondered why she always worried about me so much. Maybe she
instinctively did in fact know that I was “special” and not meant to lead a
normal life like the rest of my brothers and sisters were going to do.
Therefore, maybe that explained why she worried about me far more than she did
her other children. Maybe she felt that something like this would happen to me
one day and wondered how I would handle it. Or maybe she felt because of my good
looks, people with not the best intentions in this world would want to latch
onto and take advantage of me.
While these thoughts raced across my mind, what I did know is that my mom cared
deeply that I was happy in life...cause she always use to tell me that.
I wondered if she knew how happy I would be if I could be who I really was now
that I had fallen in love and lost my virginity to another male. But how in the
hell would she and my dad ever understand that I had fallen in love with their
long time neighbor and friend who was 20 years my senior? Well, I didn’t want to
worry about what might happen down the road. I just wanted to enjoy the moment
and the evening with the man I loved.
After a few minutes of this wonderful TLC, his strong hands really warmed me up.
Both our bodies at that point were beginning to dry anyway from the light breeze
that was now kicking up.
He put his arm around my shoulder and we both looked out across the pond so we
could admire the grandeur of his new houseboat which was all lit up.
He said, “Come on Jeffery --here’s a path---let’s go for a little walk together
before we get back into the water”.
Before I could say a word, he interlocked his finders with mine and led the way
down the path into the thick cover of the trees. We could see pretty good
because the moonlight was so bright. It felt really exciting and erotic to be
walking in the great outdoors completely naked with him. I kind of felt like we
were in the garden of Adam & Eve only Mr. Anderson and I were instead in the
garden of Adam & Steve.
As we got about 80 yards into the thick wooded area, Mr. Anderson said,
“Jeffery, I want to show you something.”
He carefully led me into a thick wooded area off the path about 30 yards. We had
to be careful because we didn’t have any shoes on. We came up on a cave that he
once use to play in when he was a kid.
Mr. Anderson explained that he and his family lived on this side of the lake
during summers when he was growing up and that he, along with a few of his
friends at the time, discovered the cave. He added that the cave was rather
large and deep inside and went about 200 yards down into the earth. He informed
me that it had all kinds of different passage halls and rooms and made a really
neat hideout when they were little.
As we both looked at the small entrance, I could tell Mr. Anderson was living
his yesteryear.
While it was too dark to go inside, Mr. Anderson said that he would like to
return the following day because he hadn’t been in it for over 25 years and
wanted to see if it still looked the same.
I told Mr. Anderson that I would be glad to go with him because I wanted to see
the cave too. As a gentle smile crossed his face, he said that we would go to
the marina the next day and get some lanterns & flashlights for the cave was
really dark inside.
I could tell he was excited about visiting the cave so I asked what he
remembered the most about it. Just as he went into a long drawn story about how
he and his friends use to pretend it was their fort, he reached over and gently
grabbed my soft cock. As he began to go into a long story about how they use to
pretend they were in the cavalry fighting Indians, he began to slowly stroke me.
Instantly my cock grew hard. By now I was getting use to Mr. Anderson toying and
fondling with it. I knew that he loved my snake and couldn’t get over how big I
really was. And what I liked most this time is that his grasp was so ever soft
and gentle. I could have stood there and let him stroke me forever. He wasn’t
trying to get me off , but rather just wanted to make me feel good with his
tender touch.
When he finished the story, he exclaimed, “Come on Jeffery, let’s go and we’ll
come back tomorrow--I can’t wait to see the cave again.”
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