Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 13:25:47 -0500 From: Bill Adams Subject: Finding Summer Chpt. I & II The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. Don't read this story if: *You're not 18 or over, *If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to this or any other of my stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: lilb2k@hotmail.com Finding Summer - by lilb2k (Adult-Youth). Copyright 2002 by liltales Finding Summer An Original Series by LilBill Chapter I The Secret Shore On a good day, the waters of Sarcoska Lake become still like a giant mirror shimmering in the noonday summer sun. Save for a random scattering of bathers, the shores remain desolate in the early hours of the morning. I had been coming to an alcove on the southern basin of the Lake for about a year now. In part because the scenery pleased me but mainly out of the need to be separate from all others. My little stretch of beach was unapproachable by land and hidden from the rest of the lakefront. I made a weekly sojourn to my secret shore by rowboat under cover of the dawn mist. By the time the rising sun had successfully burned off the morning fog, I was already laying peacefully on the sand. The warming sun dancing off my naked flesh as I took in the sounds of the water before me and the woods behind. Yes, I was at peace in my solitude. I liked being alone. I lived alone, worked alone, and played alone. Since the passing of both of my parents five years ago I have been living in our family's lakeside estate. I have been the lonely Lord of a three story Manor secluded in the deep woods of, well. somewhere. I had been a young upstart once, the pride of the family financial empire. I had all the markings of a powerful young Executive, including the Uptown condo, the black Jaguar, and all the soulless, empty, `friends' that seem to latch on to the role. But I was miserable. I had no passion in my life. I had slept with prom queens and quarterbacks and come up wanting. I had tasted everything, I thought, that the world had to offer. But I was in an upper class prison cell serving out my sentence of death by wealth driven boredom. And as painful as it was, my parents' death brought with it a chance of escape. I retained controlling interest of the corporation but left the daily dealings to my younger brother Edward. I had since become a recluse. And so, my days were spent in a quiet, peaceful, state of extended walks and contemplations. And above all things, my sacred pilgrimage to the lakeshore early Saturday mornings. And on that shore I would find my peace alone. Then one day. my life changed forever. I had fallen asleep there on the shore, like I had done so many mornings before, when I was awoken by the brushing noise of a boat being drug ashore. I cleared my eyes and tried to focus under the bright morning light. My vision still blurred I could make out the shape of a one-man canoe and the small form dragging it. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw a young boy lying on the sand about 15 feet away. He was propping himself up on his elbows and I watched as he stared out over the water. He looked to be about twelve years old based on his size and the lack of any visible signs of puberty. He was wearing a white cotton tank top and very short blue jean cut offs. When he opened his legs he exposed white briefs and the bulging outline of his balls being pressed against his thigh by the crotch of his shorts. He had light brown hair and eyebrows. His lips were soft and pink and his eyes were as deep blue as the ocean. He wasn't thin and by no means was he fat, he was at that awkward age before adolescence when your body hasn't taken on its new form but looks nothing like it did a year before. His skin was perfect, a light tan without the unsightly blemishes that would plague him in years to come. I turned away from him for a brief moment to get a handle on the location of my clothes; in fact I was getting myself ready to depart seeing as my peace had been disturbed. But I hesitated. For reasons I still cannot explain, I could feel his eyes on me. Staring at me, curiously taking in every inch of my adult form. As I stated earlier I was completely nude and to my surprise, I was not in the slightest bit embarrassed or concerned that I was being studied. I turned back toward him and caught him staring at my groin. His eyes fixed on their target as he had been waiting for me to turn back towards him so as to allow for a full view. I must admit that there was an excitement to it. A boy coming into his own as if in some was examining me. What shocked me was that he never flinched when I turned my gaze on him, the way most people do when they are observed observing. He remained fixed on his gaze. "It seems a little unfair don't you think?" I broke the silence slyly "What do you mean?" he replied, not shy at all. "Well," I began, "you get to see all of me. " He didn't hesitate. He stood up and stretched his arms out bending backwards and letting out a deep sigh. He started with his shorts, first unbuttoning, and then letting them drop to the ground. His white briefs clung tightly to his body, the waistband resting well below his navel, uncommon for boys his age who seem determined to have the entire world see their Calvin's. I could make out the growing bulge in his briefs and I must say that I was feeling strangely excited. I had been with men before. I had decided long ago that my wealth and power entitled me to taste all that life had to offer. You see wealth allows you the freedom of not giving a shit what people think of you. Anyway, it had never crossed my mind to view a boy in a sexual context. But as he pulled down his briefs, gently lifting one leg at a time and discarding them to the side, I was memorized. The sight of his plump little boy dick left me transfixed. It was bigger than I remember mine being at his age, but then again that was 20 years ago and my memory of my childhood had been shotty at best for sometime. He was circumcised and his chubby little cock lay to the left atop his little sac. There wasn't a single hair on his body and his skin remained tan under his briefs leading me to the conclusion that he must sunbathe nude. He smiled at me and began to lift his shirt up over his head. As I said earlier, he was definitely in that in-between stage of coming of age. He had no definition to his abdomen at all, but he was not fat. His nipples were a light brown and they were hard like two pennies on his smooth chest. He turned around so as to let me observe the contour of his cute little bubble butt. His back and shoulders were beginning to show signs of his oncoming puberty. Muscles were starting to show definition around the shoulder blades and the small of his back. He turned back towards me, resting on his left hip, placed both hands on his sides and smiled at me. His smile asked two questions, a cocky `bet you didn't think I was gonna do that?' and a more reserved `am I ok?'. I was filled with lust, and yet at the same time felt an almost overwhelming since of caring for this boy, a feeling that I must tell you was completely foreign to me. He brought his towel over laid it down next me. As he stood next to and over me, I was granted a closer inspection of his growing boyhood. A closer look upheld the previous observation that not a single hair existed on this boy's groin. He was as bald as the day he came into this world. He laid down beside me, never breaking his stare, his eyes lost in my own. I wanted desperately to touch him, to feel his warm flesh pressed against mine. I watched as his gaze wandered my entire body, taking in every curve. He seemed first to be interested in my chest. He asked if he could touch it and I allowed the exploration. My entire being became electrified as he slowly ran his fingers through the hair covering my chest. He caressed each nipple tenderly and I wondered if he knew what he was doing to me. I wondered if he noticed my cock swelling, pulsating from his every touch. I was consumed with my desire to touch his skin, to kiss his sweet lips, to hold his plump cock in my mouth. He made his way down my chest to my stomach, stopping for a moment to give attention to my navel. He looked me in the eyes again and asked, " May I touch it?" I said nothing; just a simple smile gave him permission to grip my lust. He ran his fingertips over the head first, making a tiny string of precum drip onto my flesh. He smiled at it and pressed his finger into the tiny puddle smearing it around in a circle. He cupped my balls in his hand as best he could and rolled them across his fingers. He then rested his hand on the length of my shaft. My cock jumped at his touch and he took notice of my reaction. He gripped slightly and began to stroke my manhood. I moaned slightly and he slowed his movement. I felt the juices welling in my balls and feared that I would explode at any moment. I grabbed his hand and brought it back to my chest. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked innocently. "No, no," I quickly assured him, "I just didn't want to cum yet" "But that's what I wanted to see," he looked disappointed. "Well," I responded, "that can be arranged" "Would you like to touch my body?" he asked. "Only if you'd like me too." I lied; I wanted to taste every inch of his flesh. "I do," he smiled, "I want you to make me feel like you did" I rested my hand on his stomach and felt it quiver beneath my touch. I began to rub his stomach gently and he rested his head on my chest. I moved my hand lower and felt the tip of his hard prick press against me. He let out a nervous groan as I wrapped my hand around his balls. They were hot to my touch and he was sweating which allowed them to slide gently around in my hand. I couldn't hold my desire at bay any longer and began stroking his stiff meat. He began breathing heavy and I could tell that he was nearing orgasm. I stared deeply into his eyes and then pulled him up onto my body. He sat up and took both our throbbing cocks into his hands. He began pumping furiously and I could feel my orgasm building. He began to shudder and then collapsed onto me, thrusting his prick onto mine. The contact of his boy flesh and my manhood sent me over the top and I began pumping streams of cum between our tangled bodies. Both of us clung to each other as our bodies reeled in ecstasy. My hands found the twin globes of his sweat soaked ass. I grabbed them, spreading them apart exposing his virgin hole to the open air. He tensed at the sensation of the cool breeze on his vulnerable asshole. We lay there, mashed together, for several minutes before separating. My young lover collapsed beside me, his legs spread wide. It was obvious that his groin was still very tender and needed to be relaxed. I rolled towards him and rested on my side placing a hand gently on his belly. "My name is Carl," I said "Hi Carl," he looked at me with one eye open, the other closed to protect from the sunlight, "I'm Jackson. but you can call me Jack" "If you don't mind me asking, Jack," I began "how old are you?" "I don't mind Carl," he smiled again, "I'm 12 «. is that ok?" I answered his question with a heartfelt, "Yes" We lay together in the warmth of the late morning sun. He told of how he had been watching me from his canoe, docked just around the bend, for the last three Saturdays. He said that he had gotten out of the canoe last week and swam over near my secret shore, hiding in the Cat Tails. He had watched me bathe in the sun and had masturbated. He said that he had decided during the week that he would come ashore this Saturday and try and make contact. I was, to say the least, blown away by his frankness. He spoke with a kind self-authority that I had never seen in a child. He was more than a child. I spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon in Jack's company. We went back to my house overlooking the southern basin and made lunch. Over sandwiches and ice tea Jack told me of his life. He was the only child of deceased Surgeons. He had been sent here, to the Lake, to live out the rest of his formative years with his aging Grandmother. A nice enough woman, I knew her from my dealings with the local Art Society, but her age and lack of any real interest in parenting left Carl alone to his own devices a great deal of the time. It was really nothing new to him. Carl's parents had never really been around when they were alive so there death meant little more than a change of geography for the boy. I must admit that I was taken with the boy from the moment our eyes met on the shore. I found myself drawn to his need to be with me. He would sit across from me at the pool bar, staring into my eyes. When I moved, he moved. I never got tired of listening to him. He spoke in a manner that I found intoxicating. "Can I ask you something?" he sounded uncharacteristically shy. "Sure," I replied, "anything" "Have you ever done what we did today with any other boys?" he was beautiful in his innocent insecurity. "No," I let out a small laugh as if to somehow relay my sense of adoration for his longing acceptance, "you are my only one." "I want you to know," he began slowly, "I don't think it's wrong.I mean what we did.I don't think it's wrong" We talked about the morning and shared our mutual affection for each other. I had to somehow come to grips with what was evolving in my life. What would this newfound attraction mean to my existence. There were of course the legal ramifications, but they were, to be honest, secondary. What was truly confusing was the matter of how I was going to negotiate the existence of this event in my life. Was this simply a one-time exploration? Or could it be an adventure that would take us both into a new world. What we decided in the end was that we both wanted to see more of each other both in bed and out and we knew that there would be some negotiation. As we drew the afternoon to a close, Jack moved towards me and buried his head into my bare chest. There was a sensual duality in his actions. He moved on a sexual level, yet at the same time he embraced me as a child fielding the protective response of a father. I was entranced. I took his head in my hands and bent down bringing his lips to mine. They were smooth to the touch and he never hesitated to match every movement of my own. His hands gripped my waist and then searched for my aching cock. He never broke our kiss as he stroked my dick to its full stiffness. Our tongues danced and I wondered where he learned to kiss like that. I would find out later that he had never kissed anyone before, as he said.'it just felt like the right way to do it'. I was in heaven. He finally broke our lip's embrace and dropped to his knees in front of me. Hesitating briefly as his eyes took in the fullness of my prick, he pulled the head close to his lips. First a gentle kiss to the tip, and then he engulfed the head in his warm mouth. My head flew back on its own and I let out a slow deep moan as he took it deeper into his throat. I had never known it to feel this hot before and I had had my dick sucked by some of the hottest whores Manhattan had to offer. His suction was intense and I could tell that his mouth would tire soon at this pace, so I pulled him back up and dove my tongue deep into his mouth. His face was covered in a salty sweet mixture of saliva and pre-cum. I licked it clean as he gasped for air. I was on fire. I picked him up and laid him out on the breakfast bar. His prick was standing straight up and swelled with anticipation. I decided tease my new lover and gave his cock head one little kiss before picking up his legs and pressing his knees into his chest. I dove between his legs and slammed my mouth against his sweet hole. He squirmed as I tongue whipped his hot boy ass and I could tell that he had never dreamed of such a thing as this. I knew that it would be to early in our explorations to fuck him so I moved back up to his cock. As I sucked him, he wrapped his legs tightly around my head and rested his feet on my back. He groaned loudly as I sucked deeper, and harder, savoring every inch of his boy cock. As his orgasm grew his grip on my head grew tighter. I could no longer move my head as he fired a small shot of boy cum into my throat. When his grip loosened I looked up to see him panting heavily, his stomach quivering. I stood up and watched as my young partner came down from his orgasmic high. I was still jacking my meat as he opened his eyes. He jumped down from the bar top and engulfed my cock in his mouth. He sucked and jacked hard as my balls welled with juice. I tried to pull him back as I felt the first stream cum explode onto the back of his throat, but he insisted on taking it all. My body shook from the sensation of my cum sliding down his young throat. When he had swallowed it all he rose to his feet and our eyes met. We showered together and held each other under the warm mist of the jets. I again felt the duality of his love. He was like a boy bathing with his father. There was a strong sense of connection in our showering embrace. I loved this boy who I had only met five hours before. How could that be possible? How could I feel this passionate about an act that was deemed by most of society to be wrong? And how could he be loving me without there being some kind of manipulation on my part? There were so many questions to be answered, but now was not the time. After we had dried off and dressed, I gave him a kiss and sent him on his way. It was obvious that he didn't want to leave, but he had been expected home over an hour ago. "Can I come over again?" I was amazed that he would ask this. If he only knew how desperately I wanted him to stay with me now. "Of course you can Jack," my words sent chills up my spine and earned a warm smile from my new lover, "you are welcome in my home anytime you wish." And with that. he vanished down the path to the lake. Finding Summer An Original Series by LilBill Chapter II Night Swimming With a slightly chilled glass of Chardonnay in one hand, and a freshly lit candelabrum in the other, I made my way down the path from the lanai steps to the pool deck. Even my younger brother Edward had thought it a tad blasphemous to have a pool put in over looking the lake. I however, felt it to be the crowning jewel. The pool was molded to the natural curve of the ridge overlooking the path to the shoreline. An immaculate body of black marcite, the pool was eight feet deep in all parts with a ridge three feet deep along the northern wall. I had overseen every aspect of its design and construction; it was my passion. Like my private shore, the pool could not be seen from the lake below, but the view from the edge-overlook was breath taking. I had heaters installed during construction, which allowed for a year round 75-degree temperature. I had enjoyed many a winter's night surrounded by the silence of freshly fallen snow, bathing comfortably as the wind whipped across the frozen lake. I set the glass of wine on the edge overlooking the lake, the tiny flames of the candelabrum flickering in the summer wind. With a simple movement of the wrist I loosened the tie to my robe and allowed it to fall to the ground exposing my naked form to the pale light of the moon. I enjoyed the way the moonlight danced off my skin, creating a kind of angelic glow. I was far from angelic. In fact, I had been struggling with the events of the day since Jack's departure hours before. Wrought with inner conflict I dove into the still water breaking the perfect reflection of the full moon. I settled on the bottom, on my knees, and ran my fingers through my wavering hair. I contemplated a lifetime's worth in a moment. What had I done? What did it mean? Where would it take me? My mind raced with thought. But to my amazement, I found myself defeating each fear-driven `what if' with the same hallowed image. Jack's magical face shown brightly over the darkness of my doubts. The warmth of his desire surrounded me and filled every inch of my being. I almost didn't notice my body begging for air. I sprang to the surface and grabbed for the edge. I gasped for air and laid my head on my folded arms. "You really shouldn't stay down so long," a voice broke the silence of the night. I was startled by the presence of another and fought to wipe the water from my eyes as I pushed away from the side of the pool. "I'm sorry," the voice called out, "I didn't mean to frighten you" As my heart regained its normal rhythm, I recognized the sweet voice of my child. "Jack?" I called enthusiastically, "is that you?" "Of course it's me," he laughed, "or were you expecting some other naked boy at your pool this evening. My eyes caught his clothe-less form silhouetted in the moonlight. My angel, made to glow from night sun, had come to be with me. My heart was instantly filled with joy. "How did you get here?" a stupid question I know, seeing as there was only one way that he could have arrived, but it was all that I could muster at the moment. "By boat silly," he laughed again, "are you mad?" "Of course not," how could I be mad at my angel, "I just didn't expect to see you again so soon. How were you able to leave your house?" "My grandmother went to the city to see my great Uncle. She left me with the housekeeper. She has a habit of hitting the bottle a little too hard when the Misses is away, if you know what I mean." He tried to fake an English accent but failed miserably. "So when she passed out.I took off. So here I am. Is it ok? Can I stay with you tonight?" I was taken by the moment, "Of course you can stay, and you are always welcome here" "Awesome!" he shouted as he jumped over my head splashing into the water. I swam over to the northern edge of the pool and sat on the underwater ledge. Resting my arms on the ledge I watched with delight as Jack did impressions of wounded fish. I laughed as he flailed around. I remembered how it felt to be his age, full of life, full of excitement over the adventure of every passing moment. He made his way over to me and I could feel the fire begin to stir in my loins. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled himself onto me, our bodies sparking on contact. "I missed you," he broke the silence. "I missed you too," I was struck by his innocence. "So can I stay the night with you?" he looked deep into my eyes. "If you'd like," I replied. He pulled upward and offered his mouth to mine. Our kiss was slow and long. Our tongues danced as I sat up pulling him up onto my lap, his legs bent and gripping my sides. My stiffening prick mashing against his own hardening boy meat, he began to rock back and forth. When our kiss broke, he smiled and laid his head on my shoulder. I rubbed his neck and shoulders with one hand while the other caressed the small of his tender back. He cooed and rocked slowly. We remained in our embrace for what seemed like an eternity. There was no rush, no need to hurry our lovemaking. This passionate joining was enough to keep us satisfied for now. I could feel his body growing limp and could tell that he was tiring. I led us both out of the pool and held him tight to my body as I wrapped us in a large towel and proceed up to the house. Once inside we made our way to the shower room in the master suite. Jack struggled to stay awake as I bathed him. "I'm sorry I'm so tired," he muttered. "It's ok," I consoled, "let's get you to bed" "Will you sleep with me?" he again muttered, fighting to keep his eyes open. "Of course," I smiled, "I would love to have you resting in my arms" With that we stepped out and I dried us off. I led Jack to the canopy bed and held back the linen drapes as he climbed into bed. He stretched out and his head sunk into an oversized pillow. I laid down beside him and placed my hand on his chest. He turned his head to me smiled. "Good night sweet boy," I said lovingly. "Sorry I can't stay wake for you," he looked sad. "I can think of no greater pleasure than to have you resting in my bed." I smiled His eyes closed and he quickly drifted to a deep, peaceful sleep. I continued to gently rub my hand over his chest and stomach. I had turned out the lights as we came out of the bath and the room was filled with the light of the moon. I studied his sleeping form. The summer breeze drifting in through the third floor balcony windows hardened his nipples. His flaccid boy meat lay still against his body, his lips still moist from the shower. I was intoxicated by his scent. I turned him onto his side and spooned into him. I gently kissed his neck as I drifted to my own deep sleep.