Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 11:49:25 -0700 (PDT) From: bill vincent Subject: The Boy at the Lake, Part 3 The Boy at the Lake, Part 3 Kevin Printon. My immediate thought was the underwear. They were now sitting in my lap. Stealing something like them was a first for me. Had he noticed them missing? I quickly placed them in the door map pocket. I turned my attention to the road, proceeded through the intersection and past the Sheriff. He made the turn, I think to follow me, but apparently got a call, made a U turn in the middle of the road and spun off in the opposite direction out of town and down the mountain. Lights and siren on. I could see him passing cars as he sped away. I recall the guy being the same one I had seen the before during my visits to the lake. His attitude to the "summer people" seemed to be indifferent and not helpful. I drove the two blocks back my place more deep in thought about the sheriff, then anything else. Locals must have to put up with a lot, when we come racing up here for our precious weekends. The rest of the day was spent doing chores necessary to close the place up for the weekend and getting it ready for my next tenant. I rented the place out most of the summer, only getting to use it on off-season or on the slight change that the place didn't get a tenant. I got involved with my dock out back of the house and in the lake. It was one of those things that was supported on 55 Gallon Steel Drums held to the dock by cable. One of the cables on the deep end of the dock needed to be replaced. It was maybe a two-hour job. I'd have to come back up and fix it sometime in the next couple of weeks. I'd need help; it was not a one-man job. Maybe I could hire someone to help. About around six O'clock, I changed into a pair of clean kaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. I then drove the short distance over to Stud's house. As I pulled up in front of the house and I could hear that there was a commotion out back. Apparently the grill was set up on the back patio and the boys were bickering over who was chief cook. I could hear them squabbling as I got out of my SUV. I was not a heated fight but, I had to chuckle about their bantering. I walked up on the porch, knocked on the door and was let in by big sister. I noticed her for the first time; she was probably 18-20 sort of attractive for a girl her age and was dressed in a summer sun suit I guess. It was all pink and green. Her hair was the color of Stud's but a little more sun bleached. Hey eyes were the color of Stud's brown with gold flakes in them She led me to the back of the house where the kitchen was with a view of the lake and the back patio where the boys were. Both looked up as I came to the patio door and stopped whatever fight they were waging. Big beaming smiles on both of their faces. " You want a beer? Offered Sean, as he lifted his half empty bottle of Rolling Rocks. Sean was wearing a swimsuit, the kind kids wear surfing, and I think they are called "Jams" They must have been Stud's old ones, cause they clung rather tightly to Sean's more beefy frame and the legs were frayed. You could tell he was about the same size as his brother; he kept his stuff on his right, stuffed down the right legs of his jams. Sean must have had spent some time in the sun; his smooth body was nicely tanned except his shoulders, which were showing signs of peeling. Chris was shirtless also, a fine specimen of a boy that he was, was wearing a pair of blue gym shorts. They seemed short waisted for his frame Again a little tight, especially in the crotch. You could tell he wasn't wearing anything under them. It was soft and hung to his left side. The crotch was so tight that it separated his testicles one on the right, one on the left. The legs were baggy and showed off his slim tan, muscular legs. He looked at me and said. "Sure have a beer, you'll need to catch up though! Sean and I are two ahead of you." My immediate thought was what are you 15-16 and your brother one or two years younger? Oh what the heck this was not my house, I was a guest. I looked over and saw and two empties on the lawn and a half full one on the grills ledge. I walked over to the cooler and opened it. It was filled with ice soda and lots of beer. I took out a beer, opened it and toasted them both. "To the boys at the Lake and to meeting you both." Oh! Mom will be out in a few minutes, she's on the phone, seems "Dick Head" her boyfriend got picked up by the Sheriff this morning. He never made it off the mountain. He's in jail here in town. Some thing with his tags and outstanding tickets. Sean finished saying as he made the same coke snort imitation his brother had made at the restaurant. I had to laugh. " I take it you guys don't like your mother's friend." I said. "Don't like? Is an understatement!" Sean volunteered. "The Guy is Perv!" "He was always staring at Chris!" "We never wanted to be alone with him" "Mom was always trying to pawn him off on us to BABY SIT us. " "When he and my mom would sex be havin sex in her room, we could hear him bellowing when he came!" Chris finally broke his stare of me for a second to defend the honor and privacy of his mom " Oh! Shussssh!, Sean" Chris said quickly. "We could not! " "That was your imagination." "Bob was a cool dude when he was sober" I was taken by how rough it must have been for them, dealing with a long uncle "Bob's" who disrupted the family. I was also warmed by how protective Chris was of his mother's reputation. You could tell he sincerely cared about her. It was getting late and the mother was not making a presence, so it was decided that everyone begin eating. The food was really good; a typical summer picnic dinner was laid out on the picnic table. I sat down on the bench, but was told by Sean that I should sit in the chair at the head of the table. I was their guest. The first one of the summer other then BOB! I sat down and Sean sat on the end of the picnic bench seat closest to me. in fact so close I could feel the warmth of his legs next to mine. I was wearing shorts. Chris sat in a lawn chair off to the side of the bench across me. He put his legs up on the picnic bench. Remembering what Sean had said about BOB, I purposely didn't look at Chris or his legs or what they were doing. In the mean time the table filled up. The mother came out apologized. Her name was Ann. You could tell from her slurred speech and mannerisms she was probably ahead of me and the boys in our UN announced beer-drinking contest. She seemed UN phased that the boys had been drinking. Cut the lady some slack she had a rough day, I thought to myself. Conversation got going and everyone was telling fish and lake stories. I was really getting into one about Sean and Chris's first fish they caught being told be Sean that I almost missed the bare foot that just slid up the side of my leg. I quickly looked down at my leg, it was Chris he had just slid his right foot of the bench and placed his bare foot next to mine. The two were almost touching. I slowly looked around the table. All Eyes were still on Sean and his story. I stole a glace at Chris he was staring at me again. My eyes wondered down his neck, his chest and his torso, I then skipped his groin and went down to his right foot. As I was watching he tapped it against my foot two times. I went white with lust. I felt dizzy; I pushed my foot so that it was on top of Chris's. He moved his toes up and down. My eyes then slowly went up his ankle, to his knees which were tightly together ,he then his opened legs, the baggy gym short leg, and a pink hard head peering out by about two inches; it's one eye winking at me and its purple bullet head throbbing up and down. My mouth went dry! I was in a trance again. His legs were opened barely, so that I could see. There it was his hard dick lodged tightly against his left leg. It must have been like that a while. I could see a smear of pre cum smashed against his leg and dripping on the bottom hem of his cotton gym shorts. He rubbed his legs together; I could still see his cock between them getting messaged by the pressure of his teen muscular legs. God what a tease! Now that he had gotten my attention, he began opening and closing his legs. He broke his stare only long enough to give him time to check out his family. He then he totally opened his right leg, his dick sprang out and up at a 45 degree angle, free of the shorts, totally exposing himself to me. I could also see the tight ball sack just at the edge waiting to peek out also. I could immediately feel myself getting flushed. He made it throb a couple of times, jutting up and down. He ran his right hand down his chest to his belly button and swirled it around his happy tail. Just like he had done at the restaurant. This time I was given an un-obstructed view, he was shirtless. He reached down to his dick and swirled his fingers around the dick head gathering some of his drooling pre cum then, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked each one off. His expression was if he was licking honey off his fingers tips. He looked over at everyone. No one had noticed. He waited till everyone was congratulating Sean on his story. He touched my knee and leaned over to me I looked up and whispered, "Kevin I have something for you. I know you'll like, I'll give it to you before you leave." As he finished saying that, I looked up. There was the Sheriff was at the patio door looking directly at us! To Be Continued. Hey thanks so much for the comments...and plots LOL Please let me know what you think.