Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000 14:45:53 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Midsummer's Day - Part One

The following is a work of fiction.  If the fictional depiction of sex
between an adult and young boys offends you, or you are under 18 - please
leave now.
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A Midsummer's Day

     I am an executive with a large multi-national company in a large city.
My success requires long hours, six days a week.  It doesn't leave much
time for a social life.  My total dedication to business had cost me my
wife after only five years of marriage. My divorce had been finalized a few
years ago.  Fortunately, there were no children.  I am 40, six feet tall,
brown hair and would not stand out in a crowd.  I am slightly overweight
but not enough to worry about.
     My job is stressful.  From time to time I needed to unwind.  I bought
myself a 50 acre piece of property in a hilly area of West Virginia.  It
was primitive country and the folks in the surrounding area and few small
towns could be classed as hillbillys.  They had a life style that had not
changed for a hundred years.
     My property consisted of forest, meadows and a small two acre lake.
The lake was fed by two streams and held crystal clear water - although at
times it could be a tad chilly.  The lake was surrounded by trees and
offered me seclusion and privacy - as did the rest of the land.  It was
here that I went for a month each summer - usually the month of August.  It
was the warmest time of the year and the lake was at its warmest.  I had
built a small cabin. It had taken me seven years but it was now finished.
There was no phone, no T.V. and no fax machine.  I had almost decided to
have no hydro - not wanting to deface the land with ugly hydro poles.
Fortunately, labor was cheap in this area.  I had managed to have a line
run underground to the cabin.  Thus I had electricity for lighting.
     The cabin was simple - designed on an open concept with one large
room.
  There was a bathroom; with a large hot tub, a shower, a sink and a
toilet.  There were low walls on either side, but it was open to the room
at the front.  It faced the front of the cabin and looked out the large
picture window.  The view was down a gently sloping meadow to the hills
beyond.  There was a kitchen area beside the "bathroom".
     I had also allowed myself the luxury of a computer - although no
internet connection.  I wanted to be cut off during my month of solitude.
My body, my mind, my soul needed this time of replenishment.  And besides,
I liked to write short stories and the computer allowed me the opportunity
to do so.
     When I arrived at the cabin on the first Saturday in August of 1999, I
quickly fell into my established routine.  I transferred my months supply
of food to the cupboards and the freezer.  I usually did not bother with
clothes as I was not likely to have visitors.  Besides, it saved on
laundry.  I wore a pair of sloppy thongs around outside the cabin - but
otherwise reveled in the joy of the August sun warming my body.  There was
nothing better than stretching out on the lounge chair on the porch and
soaking up the last hours of the sun before it dipped below the hills for
the night - sometimes masturbating if I was in the mood.  This was heaven.
In seven years, not one soul had disturbed my peace and quiet.
     On the second morning, the next part of my routine began.  I grabbed a
towel and hiked the half mile to the lake.  I had thought of building the
cabin on the shore of the lake, but didn't want to disrupt the natural
beauty.  It was surrounded by woods, with the occasional narrow opening
that looked out onto meadow or hills.  To have cut one tree here would have
destroyed one of nature's most beautiful works.
     By the time I reached the lake - an uphill climb - I was sweating and
ready to wash my body in the glass-clear water.  I dropped my towel on the
beach - about 40 feet on one side of the lake consisting of natural sand -
and waded into the water.  As the tip of my dick touched the water, it sent
a chill through my body.  The lake still had some warming to do.  I slowly
edged forward until my seven inches was submerged.  Another chill as the
water hit the area above my groin.  No point in prolonging this - I dove
in.  As was my routine, I alternated between swimming and relaxing.  I had
been in the water for about half an hour - as best anyone could tell time
in these surroundings.  I thought I heard a noise from the shore.  It could
be an animal - there were plenty of deer and smaller animals in the area.
I listened and thought I heard another sound - could it be someone
giggling.
     I headed for the source of the sound, somewhere in the trees past the
beach.  Striding from the water, I was oblivious to my own nudity.  I
reached the beach and grabbed my towel - not bothering to cover myself.  I
strode into the tree line and into the woods.  I thought I heard distant
sounds of something or someone making a hasty exit through the bush - it
could be a deer as they often took flight when disturbed.  I looked around
the area.  In the soft earth, I thought I detected some small prints of a
bare human foot - too small to be my own.
     Somewhat disturbed by this breach of my privacy, I headed back to the
cabin.  I sat by the computer and transferred my thoughts to the screen.
This was one of the ways I relaxed.  I was not pleased with what had
happened.  I was here to avoid humanity.  I headed to the hot tub, started
filling it and then stepped in - sliding my body down into the bubbling
water.  I fell asleep.

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     After waking, the rest of my day followed its normal routine.  I spent
some time cleaning the cabin which had gathered quite a bit of dust since
my last visit.  The rest of the day was spent relaxing.  I had forgotten
the intrusion.  At the end of the day, I lay on my lounger.  I fell asleep
in the warm sunlight and didn't wake until the next morning.  I felt
blissful - totally rested.  Not a care in the world.
     At dawn, I arose.  There was a doe and a fawn feeding at the lower end
of the meadow - possibly my "intruders".  I made my way to the kitchen
area.  I made myself some toast and returned to the porch to eat it.
Another benefit of this month long hiatus was that I ate little and usually
lost weight.  Although I expended a fair bit of energy, hiking and
swimming, I never had much of an appetite.  I think I was here to nourish
my soul - not my body.
     After breakfast, I headed for the lake.  It was then that I recalled
what had happened yesterday.  I decided to see if I could find out where
the noises were coming from.  I entered the water and swam in an arc to a
point a few hundred feet along the shore.  I quietly exited the water and
circled through the woods.  Coming back in towards the beach, I heard a
noise - maybe a whisper.  I crept forward.  There it was again - a small
voice.  I inched forward, sensing that I was close.  I pushed a branch
aside, slightly - again the small voice - only this time I could make out
words - although I had yet to see the source.
     "Maybe he's not coming, today," it said.
     "Let's wait a few more minutes and see," said a second little voice.
     "O.K.," was the reply, "but stay down and be quiet.
     I waited, my legs starting to cramp from the crouching position I was
in.  Time was passing - fast or slow - I wasn't sure.  Again, a little
voice.
     "I don't think he's coming," it said.
     "Maybe we can use the lake after all," came the reply.
     "O.K., let's go, but be quiet so we can hear him if he comes," said
the first voice.
     There was movement directly in front of me.  Two shaggy blond heads
popped into view.  The two heads started to move towards the lake.  I could
see bare, tanned shoulders.  It looked like blue denim coverall straps on
either side.  Then the two emerged onto the beach.  I moved quietly forward
so that I had an unobstructed view of the beach and the lake.  I was really
anxious to see who dared to invade MY space.
     In front of me walking slowly to the water, glancing back over their
shoulders, were two young kids - I couldn't tell if they were boys or
girls.  As I got a look at them, they appeared to be twins.  I guessed them
to be about twelve or thirteen.  They had a mop of blond hair that was
thick but barely reached their necks.  They wore matching blue coveralls,
no shirts and nothing on their feet.  I couldn't see their faces yet.
     As they reached the waters edge, they stopped.  With a quick glance
backwards, they started to peel out of their coveralls.  Both pair hit the
sand and both of them stepped forward into the first few inches of water.
In unison, they turned and faced my hiding place.  It was now evident that
they were boys - and they were identical in all respects.
     Both had firm, tanned, athletic bodies.  They were golden brown in
skin color.  Their faces were small and round beneath the mops of hair.
They were definitely handsome in a boyish way.  They had firm, strong
shoulders - a hint of muscles in the arms and legs - firm flat bellies.
They were the same height - maybe five feet.  In spite of their athletic
appearance, their bodies were somehow child-like.  Then I realized -
neither one had any pubic hair - or if they did, its natural blond color
was invisible from where I crouched.  They were both uncut and had
identical five inch penises.  They were, quite frankly, beautiful beyond
description.
     I marveled in their similarities - how they seemed to move as one.
Without looking at each other, they both stretched their arms above their
heads - stretching their bodies to their maximum height.  Neither appear to
have hair in their arm pits.  Having assured themselves that no one was
coming, they both turned and walked farther into the water- matching each
other step for step.
     I realized that I was becoming attracted to these cute young boys.  It
was a weird feeling as I had never had any physical contact with another
male in my life.  I had seen a little gay adult porn, but it didn't do
anything for me.  But here were these two naked sprites who seemed to have
given me a woody.
     I broke from my thoughts and watched as the boys reach dick level in
the water.  A simultaneous shudder ran through them as the cold water
touched their members.  I could almost see them shriveling back to avoid
the coolness of the water.  Then, they both took the plunge - diving in an
arc over the water then slicing into it.  Synchronized swimming at its
best.
     They swam around a bit, getting accustomed to the chillness.  I
realized that they were both still being quiet.  This didn't last long.
How could two young boys keep from frolicking and playing in these
beautiful surroundings.  They were soon together; splashing each other;
trying to dunk each other; and generally letting out little boy squeals to
let the world know they were having fun.  I watched in total awe.  It was
the most innocent and yet erotic thing I had ever seen.  I kept getting
glimpses of naked thighs, golden round butt cheeks, bare chests, and those
penises.  My woody had now grown into a mighty oak.
     As if drawn to the boys, I stood up and walked to the waters edge.  I
watched as they played, oblivious to my presence.  For no apparent reason,
I took their coveralls and hid them in a bush.  I was going to prolong this
game as long as possible.  They continued to play their water games.
     Their play was starting to tire them.  I could see them slowing down
and starting to get ready to exit the water.  It was at this moment that
both twins caught sight of me.  They were frozen in once place - waist deep
in the water.  Neither moved.  They stared, open mouthed at this naked man
on the shore.  "What the hell do we do now," had to be going through their
little blonde heads.
      I stood there smiling at the boys.  I was enjoying their moment of
terror - or I assumed they were terrified.  I think I would have been.
     "What do we do, now?" whispered one twin to the other.  Or did they
both say it.
     They looked back at me.
     One twin spoke.  "What do you want, mister?"
     I just stood their smiling.  I wasn't sure what I wanted - but it
definitely included seeing more of their nakedness.
     "Come on out," I said, "I won't hurt you.  Besides, this is my lake
and you've got some explaining to do."
     They looked at each other.  They put their heads together, whispering.
Gingerly they took a step forward.  Then another.  I could see that the
next step or two would start to expose their young cocks.  I think they
were aware of that, too - for they both stopped.  Then, they realized that
their coveralls were no where to be seen.  I think they were planning to
grab them and run.  So much for that plan.
     "What did you do with our pants," both boys said at once.  It was at
this point that I started to notice their accents.  The southern drawl made
them even cuter.
     "We want our pants," they said.
     "All in good time," I replied.  "After you've told me why you're on my
land."
     The concept of "my land" seemed to be something they understood.  This
was, after all, where the Hatfields and McCoys had fought over land for
years.  They both looked very sheepish and very guilty.
     "O.K., we're coming out, but you back up first," said one.
     "Yeah, get back," said the other.
     I stepped back a few paces, reaching the edge of the beach.  I waited.
They waited.  They looked at me.  They looked at each other.  They started
to move, one step at a time.  Slowly the water ran off their dicks.  I
realized that they were holding each others hand - as if to support each
other.  Their boyhood emerged fully, exposed to my appreciative eye.  Was
it my imagination, or were they starting to sport woody's of their own.
     They continued on, knees bare now.  They remained quiet.  Their ankles
were uncovered.  They reached the dry sand.  They stopped, stood and
stared.  I realized they were studying my body.  Assuming that they were
the voices I heard yesterday, they had already seen me naked.  But, they
hadn't seen my hard on.  And that's what they were staring at.  I moved
forward a step.  They moved closer to each other, almost in a hug.
     "I won't hurt you," I said in my kindest voice.  "I just want to
talk."
     "Give us our pants and we'll talk," said one.
     "Yeah, give us our pants," said the other.
     "No, if I do that, you will take off."  The looks on their faces told
me I had read their minds.
     "Now, tell me your names," I said.
     The first boy spoke.  It was then I saw the only difference in their
otherwise identical appearances.  This boy had a hint of a scar on his
face, just below his right eye.  It was faint, but showed up white on his
tanned face.  He said his name was Josh and that his brother's name was
Seth.
     "What's your last name," I said.
     "Maxfield," Josh replied.  It seemed that Josh did most of the
talking.
     "Well, that's better.  My name is Don.  Do you boys live around here,"
I asked?
     "We live over those hills," Josh replied.  He seemed to be losing some
of his shyness and I had a feeling that lying was a stranger to this boy -
that he was not making up his answers.
     "Why are you here at my lake," I asked?
     "We didn't know you was here until yesterday.  We have a tent just
over the hill there.  About an hour away.  We've bin coming here to swim
for a week now and never see'd no one here until yesterday," Josh
continued.  I loved his drawl and the way he twisted the English language.
His voice had the first hints of puberty in it.
     "Are we in trouble," Josh stammered?
     "No, not yet," I said.
     "That's sure a relief," Josh replied.
     I stood looking at the boys and they looked at me, waiting for me to
speak.
     "You boys are welcome to use the lake any time.  As you have figured
out, I come here every morning and I wouldn't mind your company."
     "Gee, mister.....I mean Don, that would be great," Josh said - the
first time his voice had risen above a whisper - almost in excitement.
     "Yeah, that's great, Don," chimed in Seth as if on cue.
     "Is it O.K. if we come here in the afternoon or evening, too," asked
Josh.
     "Yes, that would be fine.  Both you boys are welcome to use the lake
any time," I answered.  "And by the way, I see you boys like the same kind
of bathing suit that I do, and I would prefer to keep it that way."
     They looked at me, at my naked body - then at their own naked bodies -
and laughed.  They thought that was a hoot - and now that I think about it,
they have probably been swimming in the buff all their young lives.
     "Would you boys like to go back in the water," I asked, realizing I
had yet to have my swim - and was more than a little sweaty.
     "Sure," both boys almost shouting it out.  They turned and ran into
the water.  I followed just as fast - somehow, the water didn't seem as
cold.
     It started slowly.  We splashed a bit.  Chased each other a bit.  Josh
and Seth started to relax.  Every time I managed to catch one, I would
tickle him and toss him into the air.  The feeling of warm, slippery boy
flesh against mine was exciting me.  I noticed the boys were getting more
physical, touching me and each other.  Our play was becoming more intimate.
     Several times Josh or Seth had brushed my dick.  It was very quick, as
if judging what my reaction would be.  I returned the favor.  Pretty soon,
all of us were hard and excited.  We continued to play.  I suggested
swimming between each others legs.  They thought this was a great idea.
Soon, I was thrilling to young balls and cocks slipping along my back.  I
swam as slow as possible until I was just about drowning.  They boys had to
have their turn.  The feel of their backs on my balls was almost painful -
it felt so good.
     Seth or Josh, I'm not sure which suggested that I tried swimming under
both their legs.  I was ready for stereo.  We continued to play this new
version, each of us taking the role of swimmer.  I don't know about the
boys, but as tired as I was, I didn't want to stop.  Other versions of
water play evolved, all of which seem to be designed to get a "better feel"
for each other.  Surprisingly, most of the ideas came from Seth and Josh.
     After what seemed like hours, Josh suggested we take a break.  I
reached the beach first, plopping down, exhausted on my back.  Both boys
arrived and flopped down on either side of me.  I couldn't help but notice
that they were actually touching me on either side.  They were definitely
losing their shyness.

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     As we lay there, soaking up the sun, I could feel every place where
our bodies met.  It was warmer than the sun's touch.  Josh (I had to look
at his face to tell which twin he was) rolled toward me - his semi-erect
penis resting on my thigh.  He raised himself up on one elbow and looked
into my face - then down my body.  His eyes came back to rest on my swollen
dick.  He didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off it - which only made
it swell more.
     "Hey, you're pecker is really big," Josh said as he stared at it.  I
didn't answer.  Not knowing where his question was leading.
     "Uh, mister........ur, Don.  Do you ever touch your pecker when it is
so big," Josh questioned?  I noticed that Seth had now assumed the same
position as Josh and was eyeing my swollen member.  It didn't seem to mind
being the center of attention.
     "What do you mean, Josh," I said, playing innocent, wanting to see
what he would ask next.
     "Well, me and Seth, well, uh, we uh, shit," he stammered.  "When me
and Seth get hard like that, we sometimes rub on it and it feels real good.
Do you ever do that?"
     "Sure I do," I replied, "all men do it.  All boys do it.  It is called
(I was going to call it masturbating, but opted for) jerking off."  Both
boys thought for a minute.
     "Yeah, that's exactly what it is," Seth spoke up.
     "Well, when me and Seth get hard and we are together we, uh,
sometimes, we uh, well, we........jerk off each other," added Josh.
     "Did you ever jerk anybody off, Don - or did anybody every jerk you
off," Seth asked.  He no longer seemed to be the quiet one.
     "Well, I have never had the pleasure, but I would sure like it if
somebody would," I said - trying to lead the conversation in the direction
it seemed to be going.
     "Could I...........could I.............could I touch it," Seth asked.
     "Me two," Josh added, before I had time to answer Seth.
     "That would be great, but only if you want to," I answered.
     With the questions out of the way, both boy's hands arrived at my
shaft at the same moment.  The first touches were light, almost not
touching at all.  They would touch, pull back, touch again.  They seemed
amazed that my dick had a life of its own.  Every touch brought a little
jerk of my member as if it was sitting up, begging for more.  The boys
continued their exploration.
     Someone's hand, I think it was Seth's was the first to reach the head.
Noticing the pre cum in my slit, he gathered some on his finger and looked
at it.
     "Taste it," I said.
     Seth put his finger to his mouth, tasted my pre cum and smiled.  He
liked it.  Of course, Josh had to follow suit and I was rewarded with
another smile.  Both boys returned their attention to my erect tool.  They
were becoming bolder.  Josh stroked the shaft as Seth fondled the head -
and waves of pure pleasure surged through my body.
     Both boys sat up to get better access to their new friend.  Josh
continued to stroke with one hand.  With the other, he picked up my ball
sac feeling the enormous set of nuts inside.  He rolled them around between
his fingers - driving me crazy in the process.  Seth leant forward and
sniffed at my cock head.  By this time it was swollen and flared out like
one of those little lizards you see in the nature programs.  He smelled my
man musk, getting his nose closer and closer.  I lifted my hips and poked
him in the nose with it - he jumped back.  He leaned forward again, this
time tentatively running his tongue across my piss slit.
     Seeing this, Josh called Seth a pig - but never stopped stroking my
dick.  I was starting to get to the end of my rope.  The squeezing and
stroking of my balls was bringing the little sperm closer to wanting to
escape.  I took Josh's hand and wrapped his fingers around my shaft.  I
gripped it firmly, establishing an up and down motion.  I let go of Josh's
hand and grabbed Seth's hand.  I placed it over Josh's so that they partly
overlapped but so that both boys were in contact with my skin.  Once again,
I established the up and down motion.
     The twins seemed to be born for teamwork.  They stroked up and down my
shaft from base to head - never missing a beat.  I was near now, not
wanting it to end but awaiting my release in breathless anticipation.  God,
I'm going to cum.
     The first spurt shot straight up in the air.  Both boys stopped in mid
stoke as if they had seen a ghost.  "KEEP PUMPING," I yelled at the top of
my voice.  Seth and Josh did as they were told.  My creamy white cum shot
all over my chest, all over their hands and arms.  I shot seven or eight
times before the spasms stopped wracking my body.  The pleasure was so
intense, I had to remember to breathe again.
     Seth and Josh examined the white, sticky fluid.
     "What's that," asked Seth?
     "Yeah," added Josh, "we don't get that when we jerk off."
     "That, my friends is semen - or most boys call it cum," I replied.
"Taste it, it tastes great."
     And they did.  Each boy took a lick at the cum on his fingers.  Both
boys smiled.  They liked it.  Seth leaned forward and ran his tongue across
my head - lapping up the remaining cum.  Josh leaned in and started licking
my shaft.  I couldn't believe how hard I was staying.  They licked me
clean, then proceeded to lick each others arms and hands until not a drop
remained.  Seth leaned forward and I thought he was going to kiss Josh.
No, Josh had a little of my juice dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
Seth's tongue licked across Josh's lips and gathered in the remaining cum.
     I sat up, one boy on either side of me.  I walked into the water until
I was waste deep - cooling off my burning organ.  Both boy's made as if to
follow me.
     "Don't you boys want to show me how you rub your
own...........peckers?
  (Yes, that was the name they had used) They both had stiff cocks that
looked like they needed relief.
     Seth and Josh looked at each other.
     "Yeah, I guess so," said Seth.
     They proceeded to lie side by side flat on their backs.  They moved
into a basic 69 position facing each other.  Both rotated their hips
slightly away from the other.  They had obviously done this before.
     Seth took Josh's boy sized cock in his hand.  Josh took a hold of
Seth's.  They were both fully erect - each sporting an identical five
inches.  They stroked each other gently.  Each seemed to know the other
boys needs.  I noticed that Seth was using his whole fist on Josh.  Josh,
on the other hand was using his thumb and fingers to stroke his brother.
     There strokes increased in speed.  They were breathing hard.  I moved
out of the water.  I crouched down beside them wanting to see everything.
It was a beautiful sight.  They stroked harder, faster - their breathing
became ragged.  The excitement of our watery foreplay had obviously had its
effect on them.  Both boys reached their climax quickly and at the same
moment.  They pumped into each others hands - pumping hard.  I could see
the first spasms rock their little bodies.  They quivered, they shook and
bucked.
     When their orgasms subsided, they released each other and lay side by
side - just as they had lain together in their mother's womb.  They looked
so young and vulnerable.
  I looked up and down their tanned bodies.  Both boys were approaching
puberty if not in it yet.  Both had light blonde hair on their bodies and a
trace of blonde hair on their pubic mounds.  I always did have a thing for
blondes.
     As one, Josh and Seth tired of my open ogling.  They stood up brushing
the sand from their backsides.  I joined them in their task.  It gave me
the opportunity to fondle their young butts while supposedly brushing them
off.
     Finally free of sand, they asked for their coveralls.  Sensing that
the game was at an end, I went to the bush and retrieved their only
garments.  They slipped into them like a second skin.
     I asked if I would see them again.
     Yeah, we'll be back tomorrow," he replied "don't want to miss our
swim."  He tossed me a saucy little wave followed by an exaggerated wink.
     Together, he and his brother turned and headed around the lake.  I
waited until they had disappeared into the woods on the other side.  I
watched that spot for some time - somehow hoping they would reappear again.
It was not to be.
     I turned and walked towards my cabin.  Suddenly, the peace and
solitude I had sought was replaced by a sense of loneliness.  Would I ever
see Josh and Seth again?
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