Date: Tue, 14 Dec 2010 14:51:13 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: I'M AVAILABLE - 8 At six AM my alarm clock shook the cobwebs from my eyes. Kevin rolled over and stared at me. "It's too early to get up Max. I want to play with your cock first." With that he reached down and took a firm grip. I inadvertently placed a hand over his entire package. My fingers were draped around and under his precious gonads. His cock protruded from between two of my fingers and lay draped over the back of my hand. "Kevin you've got me in the mood." I paused and then added, "Again! But if we do it, it will be another hour before we get out of the house. Let's get up to the lake and save the sex for later. Okay?" Without another word he let go of me, leaped out of bed and reached for his clothes. Within forty minutes we were packed and on the road. Kevin sat on the edge of his seat for the entire trip. He plastered me with question after question about the vista unfolding before him. The farmland gave way grudgingly to pine forests. When the first lake appeared Kevin shouted with glee. He kept me smiling and laughing the whole way. We stopped for breakfast at a diner I always visited. We chose to eat on the back patio overlooking the adjacent expanse of water. "This is a beautiful spot," he chortled. "I wish we could live up here." "Maybe one day you can." I suggested. Kevin responded without hesitation, "Only if you live with me." I smiled. forked out a tip for the waitress and together we left the premises. Shortly after ten o'clock we pulled into the public dock at Moose Lake. I backed the trailer into the water. Packing everything into the boat we pushed off. Thankfully the motor behaved on the second pull and we departed. "This is your day Kevin and you get to chose what we do. We can explore the lake, we can fish or we can find a place to have our picnic and swim. Which will it be?" With his famous Simpson grin he shouted, "I want to do all of them!" Then he paused, furrowed his brow and declared, "Let's explore first." It was an idyllic day. A warm sun beamed down between an occasional puff of white. Beginning on the lake's east side we cruised past several well kept summer homes, with their tidy lawns, bright flowerbeds and American flags flapping in the breeze. There was a slight swell and the water slapped against the sides of our boat as we glided along. Kevin was all eyes, his head moving back and forth making sure he missed nothing. He waved at every passing boat. As we moved down the lake the summer homes gradually gave way to dense forest that marched right to the water's edge. While there were many maples and oaks the predominent species were evergreens. Occasionally the woods were interrupted by a rocky outcrop that jutted out into the lake. I knew enough to stay clear of these points. The shallows that lurked there were not compatible with outboard engines. "Where are the moose?" Kevin yelled over the motor. I had to disappoint him. "There are no moose on Moose Lake. You have to go way out west or up into Canada to see one." We had been out for well over an hour now and we were entering the remotest part of the lake. We still saw the occasional fisherman but the summer homes had become extinct. "Can we go swimming now?" Kevin inquired. "Still your choice," I reminded him. "There are some islands coming up. A couple have some nice picnic and swimming sites." "Cool!" he responded. Twenty minutes later we alit on a sandy beach on the lee side of an island. A small clearing was framed by some enormous white pine, hemlock and cedar trees. It was truly a beautiful yet private spot. We unloaded the hamper and put it in the shade. "You can wear your shorts in the water Kevin," I suggested. "Nuts to that. You know how much I like to be naked. I'm going skinny dipping.!" "But Kevin," I protested, "Fishermen and families looking for a picnic spot are bound to come by." "I don't care! If they want to look at me let them. I'm not ashamed of how I look. You're chicken if you don't skinny dip too," he added. Since it was his day I gave in....again and in the end we both frolicked in the raw. We covered all the bases. We splashed each other and trid to duck each other's head underwater. We were both reasonably accomplished swimmers. Once Kevin swam underwater and yanked my cock as he past by. He came up laughing his head off. Thankfully only one fisherman trolled by. I suggested we stand in chest deep water until he was safely past. "No way," Kevin laughed, "I'm going to moon him." Before I could protest Kevin dove for the bottom. Before disappearing beneath the water he jackknifed forcing a very white ass high above the water in the direction of the fisherman. I was just thankful that there were no females on board that I could see. Kevin eventually tired. As I stood in stomach deep water watching him he swam over to me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms about my neck. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled, "I'm having a really great time. Thanks Max!" "Believe me I'm having as much fun as you are," I responded. We retreated to the beach, lay on our towels and talked about the future. I turned the conversation serious for the moment when I told him, "Your new life will have to include some rules." The reaction was the opposite to what I expected. "I want rules Max. I've been allowed to do what I want for too long. You know what? After a while it ain't no fun any more. I would rather have someone I have to please for a change." I rolled over and kissed him. "Well said Kevin," I told him. By now I was hungry and I suggested that we attack the cooler. Kevin reached over and grabbed my organ. "Not yet. I want to play with this first," he chuckled. Since it was his day I acquiesced but I stated my concern about the possibility of passing boats. "I don't care because you have to do exactly as I say!" I smiled and recognized that Kevin had enjoyed our last sex together so much that he was attempting to recreate it his way. "Here," he demanded, "Suck my cock right now or I will cut your cock off! "What are you going to use," I laughed, "One of our plastic picnic knives?" With that he straddled me around the chest placing his knees up by my armpits. He leaned forward pointing his cock at my lips. "Take it right now or there will be trouble!" he yelled. I opened my mouth and he pressed forward. He lay with his organ completely buried and his lower stomach flattening my nose. Continuing his demands he shouted, "Now put your hand up my ass right now!" With my mouth full of cock I couldn't explain that I needed lubricant or at least some spit to get the required result. I reached for his sphincter with two fingers and gently massaged the area. I wiggled them around carefully and with some pressure was able to slowly gain access. He then settled back adding more pressure to my fingers but forcing my mouth to release him. "Now I'm going to sit on your cock!" he announced. "I don't think so Kevin. I don't want to hurt you." "Quiet slave! You have to do as I say." "If you insist on trying," I told him, "I suggest you use a lot of spit to lubricate me and your hole." With that he sidled backwards staying on his knees. He spit on to his hand and anointed his rose bud. Reaching back he grabbed my organ and aimed it at the target. He gradually sat back and made contact. My view for the most part was blocked but I could feel the pressure. He opened his mouth and gasped, "Christ it hurts!" "I told you Kevin it's too big for you. Stop it. You will hurt yourself!" He stared at me with that look of determination I had seen before. "Quiet slave," he ordered, "Or I will give you forty lashes and all of them will be on your cock!" I shut up and let him try. I figured he would soon give up. Instead I felt the muscles give way and the sudden warmth on my member. "Oh...oh...oh yeah," he said quietly. Amazingly I watched mesmerized as he continued to lower himself. His ass cheeks made contact with my bush and I felt the full weight of him on me. "There. How's that?" he grinned, "I did it! I got all of you in!" "How do you feel?" I inquired in continued amazement. "I feel...I feel full," he understated. "But it feels great. I really like it that you are in me. It feels like you are part of me now. It would be even better if you squirted inside of me. Could you?" "You'd have to pump me by going up and down to make me go off. I don't want you to try. Wait a year or so and I'll let you do it if you wish." With that he actually rose up an inch or so and then promptly sat back down. "You are right," he agreed, "It's too hard. Instead jerk me off slave." I held him just below the glans and began to ejaculate him. With my own cock still buried in him I knew the eruption would soon come. Just nine or ten pumps later he tossed his head back and cried out his pleasure. Three spurts jetted onto my stomach and chest. "Oh shit that was good," he groaned. He gradually pulled off of me and rolled onto his beach towel. I reached over and kissed his lips. "That was quite a performance," I allowed. We both took another dip before we ate. The meal of fried chicken over I looked at my watch and stated we better be heading home. We trolled back. Kevin had never fished before but he soon got the hang of it. We didn't catch much but a couple of perch and a small bass satisfied Kevin. The golden sun was disappearing as we pulled in the boat. Kevin was a tired but very happy boy. He grew very quiet on the way home. Looking over I realized that he had fallen asleep. I pulled him over with one hand and allowed his blond locks to rest on my shoulder. Without opening his eyes he mumbled, "Hmmm, that's nice." I decided that this day had been one of the most perfect of my entire life.