Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2020 19:20:25 +0000
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lost Bay Boys 8 (gay/high school)

The Lost Bay Boys
by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

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8. Morning Run/Town/Back at the Cottage

The next morning, after a deep sleep made especially restful from all the
sex and pot enjoyed the night before, as well as having his boyfriend
spooned next to him in bed all night, Jax wakes first -- early morning sun
reflected off the lake, streaming in through the boathouse windows and
French doors. He hears the sound of Janey's car driving away, up the access
road, and he realizes it must have been the sound of her car doors closing
that woke him. He and Robbie are alone at last!

He gazes on his handsome bro for a long, passionate minute, until his lust
overwhelms him and his throbbingly hard cock demands pleasure, so he shifts
his body around until he can start sucking Robbie's equally hard morning
wood, letting his bro wake up to a hungry mouth feasting on his morning
glory and a thick, hard cock in his face.

Robbie is awake and immediately into the 69ing. Both boys -- with the
desire, determination, and muscular control they've learned as elite young
athletes -- have quickly become expert at taking a cock all the way down,
loving the feel of a thick jock dick sliding and throbbing against their
throat muscles, and their noses mashed firmly against a shaved-smooth pubic
patch.

Once they each have their bro's cock thickly glazed from saliva and precum,
each boy moistens a finger with some of their thick lust-drool, and they
add finger-fucking to their cock-sucking. The randy young studs are in
boy-heaven now, both of them loving ass-play almost as much as having their
dick worshipped by a hungry mouth. Jax starts digging two, then 3, fingers
into his bro's excited hole. Robbie, still working his boyfriend's hole,
eases his mouth off Jax's dick so he can lavish some attention on that big
ball-sac before he returns to servicing his lover's fuck-stick. Their soft,
satisfied hums quickly turn into full-throated moans of delight as each
boy's body thrills with the ecstasy of having both cock and boy-pussy
simultaneously pleasured.

Once they devour each other's first load of the day, Jax runs down to the
galley kitchen underneath their bedroom and fixes them each a fruit and
kefir and wheat grass smoothie to drink before their morning run, to
supplement the mini-protein shake each boy's just guzzled from his bro's
cock. After downing their breakfast shake, they start their pre-run
stretching, nude, on the upper deck outside Jax's bedroom. It's already
another scorching hot, perfect cottage day; even a jock or running shorts
would feel like too much clothing, so they plan on staying nude as long as
possible, warming up their muscles before slipping into running gear at the
absolute last minute.

Once their muscles are warmed, they suit up for their five-mile run. Jax
shocks Robbie by deciding to go jock-less for his run; and not only that,
but instead of gym shorts, he opts for just a skimpy pair of forest green
2(X)st boxer briefs. A sexy grin spreads across Robbie's face. He fondles
Jax's thick, meaty, length, scandalously visible through the underwear's
thin cotton fabric.

"I like your taste in running shorts, dude."

Robbie has no problem following his bro's lead, slipping into an equally
skimpy pair of tight, black Diesel trunk-style briefs, which show off every
luscious inch of his own sizable package. Jax's turn to fondle teen cock
for a bit -- which gets Robbie's hand back on his boyfriend's hefty bulge,
and both boys kissing dreamily. Finally Jax brushes Robbie's hand away and
slaps his bro's firm ass.

"Come on, dude. Get your shoes on. You're gonna love my run."

Robbie does indeed. Jax's running trail at the cottage curves right around
the next bay, about eight feet from the shore. The view is spectacular, and
Robbie is stunned yet again at the natural beauty of cottage country. Then,
after a half-mile stretch of trail through a long stand of pine and birch
and maple, they come out back along the water, the two boys laughing and
chatting in excited jock camaraderie. After almost three miles, they head
back the way they came, bodies getting warmed up and ready for lifting
weights.

Jax loves the feel of working his body on a hard run like this, especially
wearing just a flimsy pair of briefs; his big dick feels full and pumped
and naturally loose, unhampered by the tightness of a jock-pouch. He
watches a pick-up truck drive toward them -- Jax can tell from the writing
on the side of the truck it's a contractor, no doubt heading off to do some
work on one of the cottages. As the truck nears them, it noticeably slows;
when it gets close enough, Jax can see two young men in the cab, both
gorgeous twenty-something studs, sexy as fuck in ball-caps and
beard-scruff; one of them, the passenger, is even bare-chested, showing off
superbly worked muscle. Jax can't help but smile smugly when he sees the
eyes of the two dudes in the truck lock on Robbie and him, drinking in all
their sweaty, near-nude muscle, savoring the unexpected treat of hot teen
beefcake for as long as they can.

Jax looks down at his groin, along with Robbie's, and smiles to see how
their sweat has plastered their underwear to their bodies like a second
skin, making the outline of their huge, bouncing cocks brazenly
noticeable. Jax loves it. He turns back to see if the dudes are still
ogling them and smiles to see the bare-chested stud on the passenger side
fiddling with his rear-view mirror, so he can see as much of the free
teen-jock muscle show as possible. Jax can feel his sweat-soaked underwear
riding tight between his butt-cheeks, grooving the crack, showing off his
hard, firm, beautifully dimpled muscle ass, pumping rhythmically as he
runs; he must look almost as hot from behind as in front.

Later, about three-quarters of a mile from home, a buff, good-looking,
young cyclist passes them; then, about forty yeards ahead, he U-turns so he
can ride past them again, eyes locked on their cut, pumping physiques as he
bikes slowly by. Fuck, Jax thinks, is muscle-flirting with sexy dudes hot,
or what?

Quickly stripping off their drenched underwear as soon as they get back to
the boathouse deck -- loving the feeling of the strong, hot sun soaking
into their naked, sweat-sheened muscle -- they start their weight
routine. The boys are quick and efficient as they lift.

Jax has amassed a small but effective collection of weight-training
equipment up here over the years, which he stores outside on the upper
front deck, so he can lift with a spectacular view of the lake. He has a
bench, a nice rack of free weights, a long bar for presses and lifts and
squats, two short bars for curls, and a pull-up bar he's mounted, suspended
from the eaves. He's crafted a killer routine around the equipment, through
years of practice, supplementing his iron-pumping with push-ups and sit-ups
and chin-ups. Robbie has no trouble, during this first weight training
session together at the cottage, adapting his own routine to the scant
equipment Jax has available.

The boys love challenging each other to maximize their weight and reps, but
mostly they love watching each other's cut, sweaty muscle gleam and pump
and flex under the bright glare of the sun, along with the gorgeous sight
of their bro's thick dangling cock swaying and bouncing as they hoist
weights. Robbie's firm, smooth, beautifully sculpted ass causes a stab of
lust to shoot through Jax's groin each time he sees his bro bend over to
adjust weights or pick up a bar or do a set of squats.

Watching each other flaunt all that lusciously carved beef and long thick
meat, it's like a private all-boy erotic revue, a live version of those
porn clips both boys love, in which a hot muscle-stud works out in the
nude. The rush of testosterone each bro gets from watching a hot jock stud
work his naked, cut muscle right in front of him helps amp the energy for
their workout, supercharging their training, letting them feel the rush
surge through their cock. About a third of a way into their routine, Jax
and Robbie are both rock-hard.

Those excited dicks finally start to soften by the time Jax leads them into
a half-hour of cool-down yoga stretches, but Jax knows they won't be
flaccid long.

Their post-work-out shower is a continuation of what they'd immediately
established as a routine when showering together yesterday: soaping each
other up, sudsy hands eagerly worshipping each other's cut muscle, then
gliding down to focus on cock and ass, kissing excitedly in anticipation as
they soap each other to hardness and tease each other's hungry holes; then
one boy -- today it's Jax -- begins to ease his hard, thick, soap-slick
shaft into his bro's needy ass. Both of them need this quick fuck to take
their edge off.

Afterwards, they dry each other's bodies, then lovingly groom each other --
Robbie buzzing Jax's head and beard and pubes; Jax carefully shaving his
bro's face and pubes and gel-styling his boyfriend's sexy, spiky hair. They
love being each other's mirrors, working to burnish each other's jock
beauty.

When they finish, before they head down to the cottage for lunch, still
staying deliciously nude, proudly teasing each other with beautifully
defined muscle and thick jock cock, Robbie pauses a minute to fish around
in his duffle bag. He pulls out a beaded hemp necklace and then places it
around Jax's neck. Jax looks at himself in the mirror after it's fastened
on: about five strands of densely braided hemp, with three evenly spaced,
jade-green beads in front.

"Dude! This looks awesome. Can I wear this today?"

"You can have it, bro. It's one of the first pieces of jewelry I made this
summer with my cousin. I think it looks really cool, totally hippie, and
hot as fuck on you. When you were playing guitar last night, looking so
damn gorgeous, I saw your beautiful naked chest, and I thought to myself,
`Jax needs that cool hippie necklace I made around his neck.' And damn,
does it ever look fine on you! You're so damn sexy, dawg!"

Jax raises his wrists, showing off the bracelets Robbie gave him yesterday,
then brings his hands up to lightly trace the beaded hemp cord draped now
around his neck.

"Fuck, I love all this hot jewelry you gave me, bro. Feels sooooo damn sexy
on me. I love that you're so into jewelry, bro, and that you got me into
it. I never realized how hot it looks on a dude before. Fucking love your
style, Robbie."

"Jewlery gives a hot bro a totally hip vibe, I think. I was always afraid
to show that side of me, but now I love the gay, sexy-boi edge it gives a
jock."

Now Robbie looks down, smiling, and shyly adds another comment.

"Plus, I love that you have on the shit I made you, bro. Makes me feel
kinda like I got my brand on you. Such a fucking turn-on for me, knowing
you're mine!"

Jax gives him a deep, loving kiss, pressing his cock firmly against his
bro's, and whispers in his ear.

"I feel so damn lucky wearing your brand, dude. So fucking special."

Then Jax gets an idea.

"Fuck! I'm gonna wear one more thing, now that you got me into wearing cool
jewelry."

He dashes to his dresser, rummages through the top drawer, and pulls out a
chain, then -- standing in front of the mirror -- he places it around his
neck. He thinks it looks perfect, adding another sexy layer to go along
with his boyfriend's necklace. He turns to show Robbie, who nods his
approval.

"Awesome, bro. What's that chain."

"My dad's dog tag, from when he was in the service. I always thought about
wearing it. Now it seems like the perfect time."

He turns back to his reflection in the mirror: the hemp choker of Robbie's
hangs loosely around his neck, while the silver chain of his father's dog
tag drapes a little lower, just across the top of Jax's perfectly squared,
carved pecs, the metal plate of the tag dangling down in the nicely defined
groove between his chest muscles. Robbie joins him at the mirror, standing
in back of his bro, close enough to wedge his thick cock in Jax's
ass. Robbie's fingers trace down the length of Jax's two necklaces, then
down a little lower to tweak his bro's nips as their eyes lock in the
mirror. Jax smiles back at Robbie, slowly grooving his ass against Robbie's
thick dick.

"I love how I'm wearing jewelry from the two most important men in my life
now."

"Dude, that dog tag looks sexy as fuck. It's so hot seeing muscle-studs
wearing that shit in porn. You look so damn masculine, dawg. Plus, I'm
honored as hell to be sharing space with your dad. Seriously touched, bro."

Before they head down to the cottage for lunch, Robbie decides to check his
social media page, to see if he's gotten any replies from his status change
and the picture of his boyfriend he posted.

"Holy fuck, dude! Check out my time-line from when we posted last night! My
feed has blown up! You gotta read these comments!"

He shows Jax not only all the likes, but the comments, a couple from some
hot girls, but most from a surprising number of the hot jocks they know,
clearly not shy about outing themselves online:

 "HOTTT!!! So awesome you two sexy-ass bruhs are BF's!!"

"AWESOME! Congrats!! Joel and I been BFs since September!"

"DAY-UMMM, sex between you two muscle-studs must be HOTTTT AF!!!!"

"HOTT!! Brian & I are going on 5 months! The 4 of us NEED to hook up, MOS
DEF!!"

"Wish I was up there on vacation with you smoking-hot STUDZ!! So damn cool
yr together!!"

From the girls it was a bunch of variations on "You 2 boyz are soooooo
smoking HAWTTTTT!!"

After about thirty or so more similar comments, a thread started that
really tickled Robbie and Jax:

"^AWESOME to hear all this HOT JOCK B/B LOVE!!! Gets me so damn HORNY!! No
BF yet, but I sure AF am looking!"

"^SAME!"

"^SAME!"

"^SAME!"

Then the comment that made Jax and Robbie whoop and high-five, getting hard
as fuck: their hot, handsome, ripped stud of a coach, Coach Daniels,
actually weighed in on Robbie's photo post.

"Congratulations to you and Jax, Robbie! I'm going on three years with my
sexy-ass husband. The secret we've found? A VERY open marriage! Keeps
things exciting! And to all the other young jock studs posting here:
amazing to know I have so many out, gay young bro's on my team! Had no
idea! Very cool! Given that, I'm thinking about starting new gay- and
bi-friendly policies in the showers and locker room next season. I'll talk
more about it when practice starts later this summer! So stay tuned -- I
think you're going to like what I have in mind!!"

The replies were immediate:

"^AWESOME!!!!!!"

"^That'd be cool AF, Coach!!!!"

"^OMG great idea!!!!"

Drew, next season's starting quarterback, had the best response to Coach
Daniels. He forwarded an article from a health journal entitled "Boys
Should Take Matters in Hand: New Study Suggests Frequent Masturbation Holds
Major Health Benefits for Teen Males," with the comment, "Is this what you
have in mind, Coach (I WISH!!!)?"

The responses to Drew's post were off-the-hook amped-up:

"^YAASSSSSSSS!!!!"

"^OH HELL YESSSSSSS!!!"

"^That's be SOOOO COOL!!!"

"^HARD already just thinking about it!!"

"^Can't wait for the season to start if it means jacking together in the
shower!!!"

"^What they all said!!!!"

Every comment was liberally sprinkled a lot of heart and devil and red bull
and eggplant and peach emoji's.

Coach Daniels responded with a `wink' emoji.

The best response, though, was from Davis Reed, an offensive lineman whom
Jax and Robbie both thought was one of the hottest dudes on the team: tall,
beefy, but insanely ripped, like Jax; bigger than Jax, with the size needed
for his position on the O-line. And his cock was incredible: a long,
seriously thick, seven-plus inches of smooth, luscious jock-meat, the big
head of his dick fully covered by his foreskin. In the showers, Jax could
never take his eyes of this bull-stud's sculpted body, or that long,
dangling jock-cock. The dude was always quiet and intense, a real loner; no
one could figure him out. But Davis's comment on Robbie's photo of Jax and
all the team's response to Coach Daniels' post, made both boys' dicks
tingle:

"^Coach, as a dude on the team who's always considered himself straight
('quote-unquote,' that is), I can honestly admit I am bi-curious as
hell. Have been for a while. If y'all are suggesting that us dudes on the
team can start jacking together in the showers after practice, then MAJOR
thumbs up from this 'straight'-but-curious dude! I am WAAAYYYY down for
that! I don't really see this as a gay thing or straight thing or bi thing,
though -- it's more a horny 24/7 JOCK thing! Myself, I'm seriously horny
after a hard workout -- then, seeing all that fine-ass muscle on display in
the shower? FUCK! Now I won't have to wait till I get home to jack!!!
Hallelujah!!! PS, awesome photo of Jax, Robbie -- you 2 dudes are HOT AF!!"

Davis's comment, posted just about thirty minutes ago, had already gotten
three comments: one, from Cal Drake, the team's gorgeous, beefy center,
read "^Amen, bro! I'm `straight,' too (I guess?) but TOTALLY into the idea
of jacking with my buds!" A similar comment, from Josh Landy, a lean,
smoking hot wide receiver on the team, stated, "Not ashamed to say I been
wanting to get with another dude for waaaay too long. (You dudes have NO
IDEA how much I perv on all that hot cut muscle in the showers! LOL!!)
Would LOVE being able to jack and flirt in the shower after practice!!!"
And another, from James Jones, their beautifully built, gorgeous black
running back: "^Also bi-curious AF and also thumbs up!!"

Robbie is beside himself with utter jock-boy-bliss, his voice suddenly dry
and hoarse with serious dude-lust, but he manages to choke out his
amazement:

"Holy fucking fuck, Jax! Am I ever glad I posted that shit last night! Next
season is gonna be LIT, dude!!! Jacking with our bro's in the shower? No
doubt sucking each other off by the lockers, too? Damn, maybe even fucking!
Oh HELL yeah!"

Jax just keeps staring at Robbie's phone screen, re-reading the last few
comments. Then he looks his bro in the eye.

"And damn, Robbie -- COACH!! Dude, he's been my all-time j/o fantasy. God,
I want to be dicked by that stud so FUCKING bad!"

"I'm thinking it's a lock that'll happen, bro! Gonna be fucking awesome
being on the team this fall!"

Fist bumps and a smoldering kiss, and then the boys head down to fix lunch
in the cottage.

The first thing they see when they get into the cottage is a note and a
package on the pine farmouse table in the dining area. The note is a sweet
goodbye from Janey and Cat, thanking them for a very hot time yesterday,
telling them they'd love to come back later in the summer for a weekend,
wishing the boys a very dreamy two weeks together, and finally letting them
know they washed and dried the sheets and towels they used. While Jax reads
the note aloud to his bro, Robbie unwraps the nicely gift-wrapped
package. He howls when he sees what it is and waves it to Jax, then let's
the tip of it play across Jax's lips.

"This is sooooo HOT, dude! Cat's given us one of her dildos! Fuck, are we
ever gonna have fun with this, bro!"

Jax agrees: his mind is filled with scenes of them pleasuring each other's
asses with that long, firm rubber tool as they jack and suck each other. If
he and his bro didn't like topping so much, they'd both be big-time
bottoms, that's how much they love ass-play. Damn, Jax thinks, the Cottage
Sex-Toy Collection is growing! First my cock-ring, now this! Sweet!

Jax makes bacon and over-easy eggs, brews a pot of pepermint tea, toasts
some of his home-made, whole-grain bread, and washes a bunch of wild
blueberries for them. The boys enjoy a delicious feast. Robbie is knocked
out Jax can make bread.

"You're gonna make some dude an excellent husband, dude!"

"Got anyone in mind?"

"I do indeed, sir! I do indeed!"

Before they leave the cottage and head up to the boathouse to dress for
town, Jax leads them into his father's library, a cozy, book-lined room
with a small love-seat, a reading chair, an antique floor lamp, a desk and
chair, and a stunning view of the lake.

Jax tells Robbie that, along with all his books, his dad kept all the
manuals for the boats and motors and appliances and what-not on the shelves
in here. He needs to find the manual for their motor launch, the beautiful
Chris Craft he helped his dad and Keith restore, because one of the running
lights flickers, and he thinks it's probably the wiring, so he wants to
look at the schematic to see what parts he should pick up in town. While he
searches for the manual, Robbie spends time exploring all the various
titles on the bookshelves.

At one point, while Jax continues his frustrating search, he notices Robbie
has draped his lean, naked bulk over the love seat, his attention deeply
focused on a book. My God, Jax thinks, he's sooooo fucking hot! Those
freaky-cut abs, and the way that big, floppy cock lolls down along his
thigh! Fuck!

Jax wonders which book has him so absorbed: he makes out from the cover
that it's one of his dad's many volumes on Classical Greek
art. Specifically, one on Greek vase painting, which was one of Jax's
favorites to look at when he was younger: it's loaded with illustrations --
very sexy reproductions of homoerotic urns and drinking bowls, all
featuring nude Greek warriors and athletes and satyrs, each with
beautifully rendered cock and ass and muscle. Jax remembers stroking to
this book often when he was twelve and thirteen. Robbie calls out to Jax.

"Dude, this book is interesting as hell. You mind if I take it back to the
boathouse when we go, so I can read the whole thing?"

"Not at all, bro. I loved that book growing up. My dad has tons of cool
shit on Greek art and philosophy and culture. I can pull a couple more
really good ones for you, if you like."

"Cool. I'm totally into Greek culture. Everything I've read about it so far
-- the homosexuality, the homoeroticism, the philosophy -- it's fascinating
as hell to me. Super-interesting."

"No doubt. You're really gonna like that book. The pictures are obviously
hot as hell, but the text is way informative. Really explains the whole,
intense male/male thing in the culture in Greece back then, in a way that
makes so much sense. Had a major influence on me, growing up. Answered a
lot of questions about what I was feeling myself."

He scans the shelves and pulls a couple more down for his bro and hands
them to him.

"These two -- more on homosexuality in Classical Greece -- they're both
amazing. Really eye-opening. I think I've read each of them twice over the
past few summers. Check `em out."

"Cool! Thanks, bro. Totally amped to dig into this shit this summer!"

Jax resumes his own search.

"Now where the fuck is that manual for the boat."

He methodically begins opening up and poking into cabinets and file
drawers. Every once in a while he glances over at Robbie, eyes glued on the
sexy illustrations in the Greek Vase book. Jax smiles to see his bro idly
stroking himself to half-hardness, getting obviously turned on by all the
hot M/M and M/B paintings reproduced in the book.

And then he finally finds what he's looking for.

"Bingo!"

He sits at the desk, leafing through the manual, searching for the section
on the boat's electronics system. Meanwhile, Robbie -- having finished
poring through the book on Classical Art -- is up and scanning other titles
on the bookshelf. Suddenly, Robbie stops and turns to his bro.

"You know what was hot, dude? Looking at all those naked muscle studs with
you yesterday, in those awesome photography books you got up in the
boathouse. Any more books like that in the library here?"

Jax answers him absent-mindedly, still studying the boat manual.

"Nah, dawg. You won't find any of that stuff down here. Far as I know, my
dad wasn't into shit like that. And sad to say, what we jacked to yesterday
are the only two books like that I got."

"Damn. Well, there's tons of hot muscle porn on-line, I guess. Seriously,
dude, one afternoon, we gotta get naked, smoke a couple of bowls until
we're high as fuck, then surf the web for some really hot, naked beefcake,
and jack each other. Fuck, I love stroking to seriously hot gay porn with
you, dude. It's sexy as fuck!"

"Definitely, dude. Totally down for that. Fucking LOVE hot gay porn!"

Robbie pulls down a big, oversized volume off the shelf, opens it to the
first page, and gives out an excited yell.

"DUDE!! SWEET! This must be a photo album of you and, I'm assuming, your
dad? He looks just like you! Or you look like him, I guess. Dude, these pix
are fucking awesome! These must be from when you were, like, probably 11,
12, 13, 14. Yeah, definitely, cause a lot of them are dated
underneath. Holy shit! What a sexy little stud you were! Hot as fuck even
as a little shortie! And your fucking dad, bro! Jesus, that stud was
fucking built, wasn't he? Total fox! Plus, there's this other smoking hot
dude -- gorgeous as hell -- in a lot of the photos. Damn, this is so
fucking tight!"

Jax is suddenly very excited. He had no idea there was a photo album with
pictures of his dad and him. He closes the boat manual and heads over to
Robbie, who's sitting on the love-seat, studying the photo album.

"Lemme see that, dawg."

The two boys sit next to each other, still nude, their muscular hips
pressed tight together, sharing the album between them as they gaze on the
page Robbie has open, showing classic cottage photos of Jax and his dad and
Keith.

"I had no fucking clue there were any photos around from those summers!
Damn, this is amazing! So glad you found this, bro! Fingers crossed this
album is chockful of pictures from our summers up here. This other dude, by
the way, is Keith, my dad's absolute best bud. He was always up here. Every
summer. That dude was so fucking cool, Robbie, you have no idea. Being up
here with my dad and Keith -- the three of us dudes together -- damn, I
loved those summers!"

Jax doesn't even want to turn the page. Stunned by the photos in front of
him, he just wants to soak in these undreamed-of mementos in front of
him. He can feel himself getting overwhelmed with the poignant, bittersweet
wonder of those days gone by. His voice must have audibly caught on the
lump in his throat there at the end, on the word `loved,' because Robbie
immediately puts an arm around his shoulders, to hold him close.

Jax feels immediately better after Robbie's tight hug. He fights back the
urge to get weepy and gives his bro a quick kiss, then returns to the
photos, which are amazing.

Those first two pages of the album are filled with snapshots of his dad,
Keith, and himself, always with huge smiles, caught in the throes of their
summer fun: swimming, sailing, water skiing, motor boating, having beers on
the dock, or just posing for the camera, arms clasped around each other. A
couple of pictures show them in cut-offs and tool-belts, working on the
boathouse. Damn, what a great summer that was!

Jax loves how, In each photo, they're all bare-chested; as they almost
always were up here, of course -- when they weren't just flat-out naked!
How hot would it be to have some nude shots of the three of them, Jax
thinks excitedly, trying to remember if his dad or Keith ever took pictures
when they were fooling around nude. Oh well, these pictures are good
enough: his dad and Keith looking so damn hot; both muscle studs handsome
as hell, deeply tanned and seriously cut. Jax laughs at the pictures of
himself, listening to Robbie gush about how cute he was; and yeah, Jax has
to admit, he didn't look too shabby back then.

Jax can finally tear himself away from this stunning glimpse of his past,
eager now to turn the page, anxious to see what other pix of his dad might
be preserved in this album, and as soon as he does, Robbie gives out with
an insanely loud, laughing whoop.

"DAAAAAMMMMMNNNN, dude! AWESOME!"

Jax can feel his throat go dry with immediate excitement and his hands
begin to shake, because all of the photos on the two pages now open in
front of them are of his dad, Keith, and himself, all totally naked. Well,
that answers the question about nude pix, he thinks. Holy fuck! Of course,
his dad and Keith would want to preserve those times, the best times, after
all: the three of them nude (just like Robbie and he have been for the past
24 hours), romping around naked in the lake, wrestling on the raft, tanning
nude on the dock, or posing their bronzed, hard-muscled bodies on shore,
with the piney woods in the background.

What incredibly wonderful memories these photos bring to life, rushing and
swirling now inside Jax's mind. It's difficult to process, almost too much;
but it's exciting as hell knowing he now has, for the rest of his life,
these priceless artifacts, an archive of his deeply treasured time with his
dad -- and Keith, of course -- all three of them together up here, in their
native element. Jax realizes what's he's holding in his hands is the origin
of his Sherwood Forest.

Robbie, meanwhile, can't stop voicing his amazement at all the sexy
beefcake.

"UN-FUCKING-REAL, dawg! This is seriously some of the hottest porn shit I
have ever seen. How fucking AWESOME to have these naked pix of your dad!
FUCK! What a stud! No disrespect, dawg, but look at that muscle and cock
and ass! So damn hot! Your dad's friend Keith, too -- smoking hot! Damn,
would I ever like to be fucked by either of these sexy dudes! And YOU,
dude! You had a fucking big-ass dick even then! I love how there's a lot of
nude pix of just you in here, dude! No doubt! -- you're so hot, your naked
body just commands the camera to capture it! I sure as hell get that -- I
must have taken about seventy nude shots of you yesterday."

Then Robbie looks excitedly at his bro.

"Dude! We gotta get some of those pictures we took yesterday printed, and
then we can add `em into this album. Seems fairly fucking appropriate, no?
Continuing the legacy, I mean?"

Jax can't really hear his bro; he's still too stunned at the revelation in
front of him. And the memories keep flooding back. But he isn't on the
verge of tearing up again; rather he's suffused with joy at this momentous
gift.

As he dwells on the incredibly sexy images in fromt of him, his mind is
lost in the blur of those days those days. Staring at these amazing photos,
it feels like he's staring back at ghosts in time. The ghosts, as Robbie
pointed out, of totally hot, deliciously hung muscle-studs, with round,
firm asses and thick, dangling cocks. Damn, were his dad and Keith ever
gorgeous!

But didn't he always know that? Wasn't that part of the glorious excitement
of those summers? Of course it was: all the nights those last few years,
lying in bed at night, every night, jacking himself to climax after climax,
replaying scenes from earlier that day, the beautifully built bodies of his
father and Keith romping naked through his sexy Sherwood fantasies,
swinging dicks and ripe muscle and firm asses, always bringing him to a
desperately aching hardness, stroking to a luscious, dick-stiffening swirl
of luscious naked muscle hunks, his dad and Keith and himself, going
through, in the ripe young fantasies he'd dream up, a kaleidoscopic,
hard-core montage of every sort of gay sex scene he could imagine three
athletic studs engaging in, teasing himself with thoughts of cock and
muscle and kissing and sucking and stroking, his own private, vibrantly
homoerotic, Greek Vase imagery, come to spectacularly raunchy life in his
youthfully fervid imagination, until rope after rope of cum would spurt
satisfyingly across his young chest.

He almost doesn't even need this photo album -- although he's amped as hell
that Robbie found it -- for these images, he realizes, have always been
burned in his brain. Over the past couple of years, he's grown used to
summoning at will these key, formative scenes from his boyhood Arcadia, of
gorgeous, naked men, bodies hard and cut, muscular flesh dripping wet from
lake fun, or bronzed gold from the sun, long thick cocks either soft or
hard, but tantalizingly luscious each time Jax thought of them, hardening
up deliciously at the memory.

Finally, Robbie, anxious to see the rest of the pictures, to see what other
choice images of hot, naked, beautifully muscled men -- these lusty satyrs,
frolicking au naturel in a woodland paradise -- might be included in this
album, decides to turn the page. What's there causes each boy to gasp,
stunned at first into silence with the shock of what they
discover. Finally, a loud "HOLY FUCK" explodes out of Robbie's mouth, the
involuntary reaction to seeing two pages, recto and verso, of Jax's father
and Keith sucking and jacking and kissing and hugging and fucking.

Robbie turns to his bro, his voice sounding small and quiet.

"Did you know about this, dude? That your dad was gay?"

Jax can't answer. He can't even make his mouth work. His eyes are locked
onto these images of his father and Keith in the most sizzling gay
sex-scenes imaginable -- kissing, muscle-worshipping, licking armpits,
jacking each other, finger-fucking, sucking off each other's long, thick
cocks, and taking each other's hard, luscious length up the ass. Jax almost
has to laugh, realizing these pictures are like captured scenes from his
youthful, nightly, j/o fantasies.

Suddenly Jax begins rapidly turning more pages, his eyes dazzled by more
images, all-nude, all-male, all-gay, and many with incredibly hot men Jax
had never seen before. The rest of the photo album, he quickly sees, is
filled with pix of his father and Keith fucking and sucking a variety of
gorgeous men -- many photos showing orgies with 3, 4, 5, sometimes more,
naked studs, all hard-muscled and handsome.

This must have been my dad's -- and Keith's -- life up here when I up here,
Jax slowly realizes.

He's suddenly aware of Robbie's voice again.

"Seriously, dude, did you know your dad was gay? Did you suspect?"

My dad was gay, Jax realizes. Of course he was. And Keith wasn't just his
best bud; he was my father's lover. Jesus Fuck, how clueless I was. No
wonder I never saw anything approaching passion or intimacy between my mom
and dad. No wonder she was almost never up here, and Keith always was. THIS
-- the cottage, his time with Keith and I -- this was my dad's real
life. His gay life.

Then an exciting flush of joy floods through Jax, and tears begin to well
in his eyes: I'm soooooo fucking glad he had this life! God, he looks so
fucking happy in these photos! So fucking alive!

Jax breathes deeply a few times and turns to his bro.

"No, dawg. Not a clue. Seriously. I never once even suspected my dad was
gay. I mean, I should have known -- obviously -- looking back on it. But
hindsight's twenty-twenty, right? I guess I was just some dopey, cluesless
kid when it came to men and their sex. Damn! What a fucking stud! What a
hot fucking gay-stud player!"

"No shit!"

Jax is in awe, processing these revelatory snapshots of his father's
sexuality. He laughs to himself, thinking back on how readily his dad and
Keith agreed when goofy young Jax wanted to camp out every night that one
summer in the unfinished boathouse. A big smile spreads across his face as
he thinks how excited his dad and his lover must have been to have the
young boy out of the cottage, so they could fuck and suck all night
together. You did good, Junior, he thinks to himself, letting your dad and
Kaith have all those nights alone. Shit, the seed those two must have
spilled that summer!

Then he wonders: is gayness hereditary? Maybe. But maybe not. Maybe it's
just something totally natural to dudes. Just a natural urge that comes
with their masculinity. Anyway, he's just so damn happy to discover his dad
was a hot gay stud; it feels so damn right. And it makes him anxious to
seriously get into fucking all those boys he's been dreaming about the past
couple of years. His dad had the right idea: when you go, you want to leave
behind a rich record of satisfied lust. He pulls his boyfriend in close,
for a slow, steamy kiss; each boy's hand immediately starts to play over
the other's hardened cock. Fuck, Jax thinks, are we even gonna have a hot
time up here the next couple of weeks! Robbie and I are gonna start our own
album: a pleasure-trail worthy of my dad and Keith!

Robbie smiles as he strokes off his bro.

"So glad you take after your dad, dude! Fuck, this album is so damn hot,
it's unreal. Let's see if there are any more sexy photos of your pops in
here."

They turn another page, of the few left, and from the dates his dad has
written under many of the pictures, Jax can tell the pictures on this page
are the earliest photos so far in the album. They're not even cottage
photos. Instead, Jax can tell immediately they're from Keith and Brock's
ski trip to Jackson Hole, which his father and Keith used to reminisce
about all the time. It suddenly occurs to Jax: that must have been where
they first met, and where they first fucked, probably where they fell in
love. As he stares at the smiling, youthful images of his father and Keith,
Jax can hear himself quietly begin to explain these photos to Robbie, how
they were pictures from a ski trip his dad took the year after he graduated
college (a trip by himself, the year after he was married, Jax realizes,
suddenly understanding how quickly his parents' marriage must have fallen
apart); he adds to his explanation the realization of how that trip must
have been the beginning of his long-term romance with Keith.

Robbie gets it immediately.

"Dude! Your name! `Jackson'! I bet you were named after Jackson Hole, where
you dad met his lover. That's so fucking cool!"

"Jesus Fuck, I never put that together. What a total idiot I've been!"

And of course, much to Jax's only partial embarrassment, that starts Robbie
off on a serious of irresistible puns about how much he loves Jackson's
hole himself, how he couldn't think of a more exciting spot to visit, etc
etc.

Then Robbie has his own revelation.

"Dude! I'm your Keith!"

Jax snorts.

"Dude, Keith was my `Keith'. Fuck, was he hot!"

He flips back to pages showing Keith's sizzling hot nudity.

"Look at that stud! Damn, I remember stroking that sweet cock off in the
shower all the time."

"Dude, WHAT!? Seriously!?"

So Jax explains what seemed like, at the time, the innocent shower-play
among Keith, his dad, and him.

"DUDE! Oh shit! That's so fucking hot! No wonder you're such a hot-ass gay
stud! Fuck, dawg, I wish I'd had a hot dad, who had a hot bud, and who
would do shit like that with me, jack together in the shower and shit, but
the fucker who got my mom pregnant split like a week later."

"Damn, dude, that fucking sucks. I had no fucking idea."

"It's cool. I'm over it. My mom is like the coolest parent in the
world. She more than makes up for it."

"And shit, dude, at least the fucker who got your mom pregnant with you
must have been handsome as fuck, cause look at you, dawg. But seriously,
your mom must be a great parent. Look how fucking amazing you turned
out. Can't wait to meet her."

Robbie leans over for a kiss and a soft thank-you. Jax returns to poring
over the pages in the album showing nude photos of his dad and Keith,
engaged in steamy hot gay sex with a variety of strikingly gorgeous men.

"Fuck, my pops had stunning taste in dudes! Damn, I wonder what happened to
Keith. Wish I knew how to contact him. Fuck, would I ever like to see him
again -- naked and shit, like this. Fuck, Robbie, how hot would that be! We
could do all that hot-ass naked play we used to do, but make it fucking
count now. Make it REAL sex!"

He looks at his hot, naked, hard-muscled, big-dicked bro.

"And with you joining us this time."

Another kiss from Robbie, this one longer, steamier, open-mouthed. Then
back to the home-made porn filling the pages of the album.

As they flip through the pages again, Robbie feels the need to clarify
something he said earlier.

"Dude, when I said `I'm your Keith,' I meant that I'm like Keith was for
your dad -- your hot-ass boyfriend up here, your BFF, your soul-mate, your
wingman, your partner-in-crime."

Jax smiles at him.

"You sure the fuck are, bro."

They flip ahead to the last few pages in the album -- all more of the same:
seriously sexy shots of his father and Keith and other gorgeous men; all
naked, laughing, posing; either romping around in the lake or on the dock,
or delighting in the pleasures of man-sex.

Seeing his father's sexuality so vividly revealed like this, Jax suddenly
thinks back on that last big, blow-out argument between his mom and dad,
one he'll never forget. It was the summer when they started building the
boathouse. Keith hadn't joined them up here yet. Of course not, Jax
realizes, because it was June, just after school let out, the early part of
the summer, during that brief period of time, only a week or so, that his
mom would spend up here with them, before she headed back home and left her
men alone at the cottage -- which was when the fun really started, Jax
thinks longingly; Keith always arrived a day or so later after his mom
left.

But that last argument. Hell, he can still hear his mom's screaming. He'd
decided to camp out in the unfinished boathouse -- snug in his sleeping bag
on the plywood floor, the walls barely roughed in after a week or so of
steady work by him and his dad. He remembers waking up -- sound travels so
well over water -- to loud, furious yelling from his mother. What he heard,
as a twelve year-old boy, stunned him -- his mother, apparently jealous of
the incredibly close bond between her husband and her son, trying to paint
it in some unnatural light. And then she started sneering about how, as
soon as she left tomorrow, she knew, that's when "your little friend comes
sniffing around, isn't it?" She meant Keith, of course. His mother kept
screaming, her voice harsh and cracking with rage.

"Why don't you just leave me, you fucker? You certainly don't want me any
more! Take your little boy with you. He's just like you. I see that
now. You two can just live up here, with your little friend, all year
round. Save us all a lot of misery! It would give me some peace, at last!
And let me find some happiness of my own!"

Jax can remember how the tears started streaming down his face when he
heard that. The way she said it was like she was willing to toss her son
aside, along with her husband. What did I ever do to you? Jax remembers
thinking at the time. And referring to him as "your little boy"? Wasn't he
hers, too?

And then she said one more thing, he can remember, which made Jax, at the
time, feel his mother was getting ready to divorce his dad. She had a
brother, Uncle Pete, who was a lawyer, and what made Jax assume she was
thinking about divorce was hearing the last thing she screamed at his dad
-- something that had to do with having "Pete to file" something.  File for
divorce, no doubt, is what his scared little mind assumed when he heard
that. He can remember how confused he was at the time, knowing that his
Uncle Pete was a business lawyer who mostly worked on taxes and mergers and
stuff. The twelve year-old Jax wondered how a tax lawyer was going to
handle a divorce case, but then he figured maybe lawyers can do any kind of
law, and that Uncle Pete was going to do his sister's divorce case as a
favor or something.

But then they never divorced, and things seemed to settle down almost as
soon as he and his dad got back home from the cottage that summer. And then
a couple years later, his dad was dead.

It suddenly dawns on Jax now, after seeing these pictures of his dad's gay
past, that he was wrong about what he heard that summer. He thinks now that
maybe what happened was that his mom found proof his dad was gay, and that
maybe that -- the discovery of her husband's same-sex passion (and related
fears about her son's sexuality) was what brought on the most awful,
vicious screaming he ever heard from his mother. Because suddenly it dawns
on Jax: his mom wasn't threatening to have Uncle Pete file for divorce, his
mom was calling his dad a "pedophile," a word Little Jax had never heard
before.

Oh, his poor father. To have to go through shit like that from his mom!
Damn!

He closes the album and smiles at his bro.

"Dude, let's get ready to head into town. I'm seriously into cruising hot
boys."

"Hell yeah!"

Robbie collects his books on Greek art. Jax keeps hold of the photo album;
he wants it on his nightstand so he can page through it all summer
long. What a fucking gift!

On their way back to the boathouse, Jax also grabs the dildo Cat left them;
they'll definitely want that up there.

Back in the boathouse, Jax decides on his sexiest swimsuit -- a
ridiculously skimpy, devestatingly sexy red bikini he bought online, but
has never dared wear in public before. He pulls it on and is knocked out by
his reflection in the mirror. All his painstakingly carved muscle -- chest,
abs, arms, thighs -- is on stunning display. And that teasing little strip
of suit -- snug and tight around his hips, the top of the low-cut waist
just covering the base of his cock -- makes him glad he's shaved his pubes
off. The skimpy little strip of red nylon seems shrunk-wrap around his
thick jock cock; there's just enough material to make it obvious how huge
the cock is beneath that barely covered bulge. This'll work, he thinks
excitedly.

He turns his attention to Robbie, who's already changed. His bro is wearing
one of the new sexy swimsuits he bought for the trip, the ones Cat teased
him about buying so he could look sexy for Jax. And, damn, does he ever
look sexy: the suit is made of very tight, clingy white material; it's cut
like a jockstrap in front, with just a lo-rise, lettered waistband, reading
`ARONIK' in big, bold letters, and the nylon pouch form-fitted over
Robbie's long, thick length, the stretched-taut material revealing every
contour of his bro's cockhead and big, meaty shaft. In back, though, the
suit turns into a bikini, one as skimpy as Jax's, barely covering his
boyfriend's firm, round ass.

"Damn, bro! What a suit! You're gonna have ZERO trouble picking up hotties
in town dressed in that boy-magnet!"

"Thanks, bro -- and back atcha: your body looks so fucking hot in that
little nothing you got on. Damn, do we ever have sexy boyfriends or what?"

Since they're usually nude all the time together up here at the cabin, it's
a treat to see their hard-muscled bodies teasingly clad now, looking as
gorgeous as a pair of sexy swimwear models. Their barely-there swimsuits
add a little spice to their beautifully worked muscle, giving an extra jolt
to that dick-tingle they always feel when gazing at each other.

They each pull a pair of mesh basketball shorts over their sexy swimsuits,
put on sunglasses, then grab wallets, phones, and a beach towel, all of
which Jax stuffs in a backpack, and head down to the motorboat for their
first trip into town together.

Jax loves hearing how excited his bro is as they cruise the lake. Robbie
oohs and ahhs at all the beautiful cottages dotting the shore, as well as
the gorgeous scenery -- the stands of pine, birch, and maple studding the
rocky coastline.

Once they tie up the boat at the public dock in town, Jax grabs the
backpack, and they head first for the hardware store, which is one of the
shops located along the long length of public mooring space where they're
docked, to look for the wire and switch he needs to repair the short in the
boat's electrical system. While he wanders off to find his parts, Robbie
browses around, getting excited when he sees just the kind of rivet gun
he's been looking for in order to make leather jewlery. He buys it, along
with a nice selection of rivets. After Jax pays for his stuff, they stow
their purcheses back in the boat, then the two boys stroll over to the
waterfall and reservoir in the center of town -- the popular spot for
scantily clad young people to hang and flirt and flaunt their sexy, nicely
toned bodies.

Once there, seeing all the gorgeous, bare-chested boys, Robbie immediately
grins at his bro.

"Damn, dawg, this place is fucking crawling with hot dudes! Awesome!"

Indeed it was. There were about twenty or so young boys there on that
beautifully sunny day, some with girls in very sexy bikinis but most of
them in all-male pairs or groups, ranging in age from fourteen to probably
twenty, either chilling on the shore, scoping out all the hotties on
display, or romping in the water near the falls -- and some, a bit further
off, taking turns jumping off the road bridge into the reservoir below.

This spot was where the Trent River emptied into Flame Lake, creating a
need for a damn to control the water flow, which resulted in a deep
reservoir, just under the road bridge, into which daring boys love to jump
all summer long. The river also formed a natural waterfall nearby, which is
where Jax led them. The water level is high enough so the falls are roaring
this summer. Here, young daredevils love to try to navigate their way over
the slick rocks and ford across the rushing white-water stream to reach the
falls where they can then enjoy the rush as the roaring water dowses them.

Robbie and Jax are here for a little water fun, of course, but mostly to
check out all the hot-boy action, with the ultimate goal of picking up a
dude or two or three who's be down for some sexy partying back at Jax's
cottage. Jax is seriously up for this: he'd always been a shy, nervous,
reluctant lover around girls, only sort of half-ass flirting with them, not
really caring whether girls even picked up on the lame passes he made. But
those days are over.

Now he feels a strong, bold lustiness that seems to radiate through his
body, drawing him to other boys with a very determined goal in mind. He
knows this raging new excitement he feels -- to cruise dudes with the
ultimate hope of a hook-up -- is because he's `trued' the object of his
desire. He can't wait to use his beautifully sculpted body this summer as
bait to land the hot young dudes he wants very much to sex up.

He sees a clear space on the large rocks that surround the waterfall,
plunks down their beach towel, and then he and Robbie, already bare-chested
and attracting not a few looks, strip off their shorts, revealing the full
force of their beautifully carved muscle, barely covered in those
outrageously skimpy suits. At this point, anyone -- girl or boy -- who
wasn't ogling them before is now. Most of the other boys milling around,
bare-chested as well, were well worth scoping out -- either cute or
seriously gorgeous, with smooth bodies and nicely defined muscle -- but
other than Jax and Robbie, all the boys are wearing modest swimwear: mostly
board shorts, but some in trunks or jean cut-offs, none dressed in the kind
of daring suits the boys in this crowd have probably only seen before on
the cut muscle-hunks featured on those sexy swimwear sites they all
probably check out on the down-low, alone in their bedrooms.

Jax loves the attention his body, along with Robbie's, receives. He's
highly attuned now to the looks of desire he can see his cut muscle and
jock good looks provoke in the eyes of other boys like him, boys enflamed
with desire for teen cock and jock muscle. He bought that sexy suit last
month to attract just that sort of gaze from the hot boys in town this
summer (as well as from his bro-crush, when he found out Robbie was going
to spend time with him up here).

We must seem like Apollo and Endymion to these other boys, he smiles to
himself -- beautiful, muscular young gods who've come down from Olympus to
allow mere mortals to gaze on perfection and know the splendor of true
beauty.

Robbie pulls Jax close to him and speaks softly but excitedly the thoughts
that were just now going through Jax's mind.

"Dude! Every fucking hot boy here can't take his eyes off these smoking hot
bodies of ours, dressed in these sexy fucking swim suits! Look at them,
dawg! They're all leering at us, undressing us with their eyes -- and there
ain't a whole helluva lot to undress!"

They fist-bump. Then Jax heads into the river, and across the slippery
rocks, to join a few other hot dudes under the falls. Robbie is right
behind him.

Once they reach a knot of particularly good-looking young dudes, all the
boys nod at each other. The other dudes comment on how tight it is
here. Jax mentions how he loves coming here. Robbie and he let the rush of
water from the falls pour over them, cooling them off on this hot steamy
day, and making them feel like kids. After a while, when they've let the
other dudes have a good, long look at their thick cock and hot muscle, they
decide to head back over to their beach towel, to soak up all the hot-boy
eye-candy. As they carefully ford through the rushing water, Robbie makes a
lunge for Jax from behind, on a particularly tricky stretch of rocks they
have to navigate, trying to make his friend slip and fall on his ass, but
Jax keeps his balance easily, then turns to his bro, smirking.

"Dawg, I knew you'd try some shit like that! Try harder, asshole!"

"Just wait, fucker. I'll get you when you least expect it. I WILL be King
of the Lake this summer! My will is too strong!"

Jax just laughs. He loves the playful rivalry the two of them share.

Once back at their spot on shore, Jax loves the way Robbie immediately
towels him off; he returns the favor, letting his worshipful hands lovingly
play over his bro's lean, cut muscle. Jax feels it gives the two of them a
heavy bro-mance vibe that might make them seem even sexier to the other hot
boys. They sit down next to each other on their, hands resting casually but
intimately on each other's carved thigh, and immediately start rating the
other dudes, figuring out who they most want to take home and fuck.

Jax loves boy-watching, now that he can do it openly. Especially now that
he can do it with a boyfriend. He shares his frank pleasure with his bro.

"I used to have to hide my interest in checking dudes out before. You, too,
I bet?"

"Oh hell yes."

"So fucking hot now that we don't have to front any more like we're not
interested in hot dudes. I used to be half-excited, half-ashamed at scoping
out hot-muscle hotties. Now I just feel excited and horny and flirty as
fuck. It's like the world for me has become one giant all-ages gay
club. Fucking love it, bro."

They fist-bump.

Then, after a few more minutes of licking his lips over all the cute,
bare-chested muscle-boys on display, Robbie smiles at Jax and off-handedly
gives out with a few lines of poetry.

"`The sexy airs of summer,/ The bathing hours, and the bare arms.' That's
how Auden described scenes like this."

Jax stares at his bro, dumb-founded.

"You can fucking recite poetry? Are you shitting me, dude?"

Robbie grins modestly.

"I guess you thought I was just some dumb, sexy jock! But I got unsuspected
depths, bro."

"No fucking shit! You're amazing, bro."

"Just like you and your awesome song-writing. We're finding out all sorts
of interesting shit about each other. About what awesome boyfriends we
got."

"And just for the record, bro, I NEVER thought you were a dumb jock. I
always thought you were cool and witty and smart as hell. I just never
figured on the poetry angle -- which I find totally awesome."

Jax pulls his bro in for a smoldering kiss, then they return to
boy-watching.

Jax zeroes in on a seriously hot young boy -- maybe fifteen or sixteen:
smooth, slender, not a lot of serious muscle, but what's there is lean,
defined, and very attractive; almost as tall as Jax, with a head of bushy,
curly hair -- a white-boy `fro that Jax finds irresistble, imagining his
hands playing through it as he directs the boy to suck his cock; and he has
that sweet, soulful, androgynous beauty that gets Jax hard almost
instantly. The boy is with another good-looking hottie, but unfortunately
the two of them are with girls.

Jax lets Robbie know he's found his hook-up. He points him out to his bro,
and Robbie high-fives him.

"Damn, Jackson, that's amazing, cause I gotta say: the dude I been scoping
out most, my pick for `Hottie of the Day,' is the dude he's with! That cute
little muscle-stud. Fuck, bro, just look at that round, firm ass; it's hot
even under those silly-ass board shorts he's wearing. I could work my
tongue in there for an hour or so, getting that sweet firm ass ready for my
cock."

The dude Robbie is crushing on is someone Jax had also noticed: a seriously
handsome, dark-haired, cocky little stud, beautifully muscled, about as
muscled-up as Jax was when he was fifteen, with a classic wrestler's build;
where the dude Jax wants to get with was quiet and reserved, this stud has
been the extroverted clown of the group -- skipping across the rocks, doing
handstands in the rushing water, and giving painfully embarrassing displays
of affection to the girl he's with (fondling her tits and ass, always
resulting in a mock-slap or pout) -- but this sexy show-off has the looks
and a body to back up his crazy clowning.

Robbie's attention turns to the boys jumping off the road-bridge, into the
reservoir, about twenty yards away. He watches as boy after boy takes the
plunge.

"Dude, that looks tight! You ever try that?"

"Sure. I used to do that when I was 13, 14. Haven't done it since. It's
cool, but all I can do is what those dudes do, jump off and splash. It's a
thrill once or twice, but it gets old after a while."

Robbie studies the jumpers a bit more. Then he has another question for
Jax.

"How deep is the water there?"

"Oh, way deep. Probably thirty, maybe forty feet. There's actually a sign
posted on the bridge, telling how deep it is."

"Come on! I gotta try that!"

Jax grabs the towel and backpack, and the boys scamper across the enormous
rocks on the shoreline, to where a concrete stair leads up to the road and
the bridge that spans the reservoir on one side, and Flame Lake on the
other. Jax decides to wait down on the rocks to get a good view of Robbie's
jump and dry his bro off when he swims to shore. He yells to Robbie when
his bro reaches the road.

"Go for it, dude! I'll meet you down here!"

The bridge is in the center of town, near a small grocery store Jax likes
to shop in -- mainly because the store is always full of hot boys in swim
suits, who pop in all afternoon to buy soda or water or chips or an ice
cream treat to slake their thirst and hunger from romping out in the falls
and reservoir.

Jax keeps his eyes on his boyfriend's beautifully lean, muscular body, as
Robbie saunters along the road to the bridge. There are two other nicely
muscled young dudes waiting ahead of Robbie for their chance to jump
off. Jax watches Robbie laugh and make small talk with them, smirking as he
sees the other two sexy boys try to act like they're not staring at
Robbie's cut muscle and -- especially -- his thick cock bulging out under
the tight, jock-style pouch of his swimsuit.

The other two boys do their jumps, and then it's his bro's turn. Robbie
looks coolly poised as he turns his back to the reservoir, centers his
lean, muscular bulk, then -- to Jax's astonishment -- executes a perfect
reverse, two-and-a-half somersault dive, with a totally perpendicular angle
of entry. Cheers and whoops erupt from the young onlookers. Robbie
surfaces, waves to Jax, and swims over to his bro. They hug when Robbie
climbs out of the water, onto the rocks, and Jax is effusive in his praise
as he towels his bro off.

"Dude, best fucking dive I have EVER seen off this bridge! Unreal!"

"Yeah, that was fun. I love diving. We gotta come here again some time."

"No doubt! Hey, let me buy you a popsicle or something in that grocery
store, to celebrate. Plus, I want you to check out the store; it's always
full of hot boys in just their swimsuits."

"Like us."

"Aw hell, no one'll be as hot as us, dawg. But still . . . ."

They high-five; Jax stashes their beach towel in his backpack, and the boys
head over to the store, Jax letting his eyes feast on his gorgeous bro in
his skimpy swim trunks, loving how mouth-watering Robbie's cock looks under
the almost transparent white nylon of the sexy suit.

When they enter the charming old grocery store, Jax leads them to the back,
where all the snacks are. Robbie smiles and nudges his bro because, indeed,
the aisles back here are packed with clusters of very sexy young teens, all
milling around, deciding among soda, water, chips, or frozen treats. Robbie
moans softly at all the firm, cut, bare-chested muscle on display.

"Fucking LOVE this store, dawg!"

"No shit!"

Jax notices, out of the corner of his eyes, the immediate stares their own
beautifully built bodies draw, showcased in their sexy, skimpy swimsuits.

"C'mon, bro, popsicles are over here. I hope they have lime again this
summer."

As they check out the frozen treats, Robbie cries out excitedly.

"Creamsicles! Sweet! My favorite!"

Jax grabs a lime popsicle, and Robbie gets his creamsicle. But the two
studs are in no hurry to head for the checkout; they'd much rather spend
some more time back here, checking out all the sexy young dudes milling
about (and letting those dudes check them out).

After a few more minutes of cruising, they decide to pay for their treats
and head back to the falls.

They unwrap their popsicles and toss the wrappers in a trash can outside
the store. There's a front porch on the old-fashioned grocery store, with a
couple of benches, and Robbie suggests they sit there in the shade a while,
enjoy their treats, and scope out all the hot young beefcake heading in and
out of the store.

After a few minutes, Robbie gives out with a soft, `Damn!' and nudges
Jax. Heading across the road, towards the store, are the two hot boys they
noticed before: the lithe, curly-haired young dude and his cocky,
muscle-stud bro, accompanied by their bikini-clad girlfriends.

"Fuck, Jax, it's destiny! We gotta nail these hotties. I'm way into that
one dude!"

"Hell yes! Can't tell you how much I want to fuck his lean, gorgeous
friend."

Their hook-up proves surprisingly simple. When the two young crushes of Jax
and Robbie climb up the stairs to the grocery store entrance, their eyes
widen when they see who's sitting there. The hot little muscle-stud is the
first to speak.

"DUDE! Awesome fucking dive you did!"

Robbie just smiles serenely. He and Jax can see immediately how this will
play out.

"Thanks, bro! Glad you liked it."

He extends his arm for a casual fist-bump.

The hottie's friend is equally excited.

"Seriously, man! That was like Olympic-style shit! Unreal!"

The two boys' eyes, Jax notices, aren't shy at all at staring at the
gorgeous sight of his and Robbie's beautifully exposed muscle, sprawled out
invitingly on the bench.

The first boy smiles excitedly, unable to take his eyes off Robbie's lean,
cut muscle.

"You on the swim team or something, dude?"

Robbie must be loving this, Jax thinks.

"Nah, just a hobby.  Name's Robbie, by the way."

He extends his arm again, this time for a bro-shake.

"Hey, great to meet you, man. I'm Noah."

Robbie gives Noah's hand a very firm, inviting squeeze; Jax can see Noah
clasp back equally tight.

"This is my bud, Lucas."

Robbie and Lucas shake, then Robbie introduces Jax, and more handshakes and
smiles.

Jax asks the boys if they're up here for the whole summer, and Lucas starts
to answer, but before he can, one of the girls the boys are with starts to
complain.

"We're hungry! I thought we were gonna get ice cream!"

Noah turns to her.

"We're gonna talk with these dudes for a second. Why don't you ladies go in
and find what you want? We'll meet you inside."

When the girls leave, Noah gives Jax and Robbie an embarrassed eye-roll.

Robbie smiles and takes a slow, sexy slurp on his creamsicle, making it
obvious what he wishes he was licking. Noah can't help but notice.

"You enjoying that ice pop, dude?"

Robbie grins and winks.

"I LOVE sucking these bad boys. Can't wait until they suddenly explode with
all that sweet, luscious cream!"

A sort of confused, did-he-just-say-what-I-thought-he-said look passes over
Noah's face.

Jax just smiles and repeats his earlier question.

"So anyway, you studs up here for the summer?"

Lucas answers, finishing the comment he was going to make earlier, before
the girl's whining cut him off.

"I am. All summer. My mom's got a cottage. My bro's staying with me this
month."

"Cool. Where's your cottage?"

"Flame Lake. We're on North Bay."

Jax's eyes widen.

"Dude! My place is on Lost Bay. That's like next bay over! We must be
fucking neighbors!"

"My mom's place is up on Jameson's Point. It's a big stone and log
cottage. With a 4-slip boathouse in front."

"Fuck yeah! I know that place. You are like right around the point from
me. My place is the only one on Lost Bay -- the cottage is hard to see from
the lake, tucked away behind a mess of trees, but the boathouse is easy to
spot. That's where I spend most of my time. There and on the dock."

"Damn! That's who you are! I thought you looked familiar when I first saw
you back there by the falls. Dude, I've seen you. Lots of times. Swimming,
floating, on your dock. And you got that weight set up on your boathouse
porch. Always wondered who you were."

Jax smiles. So this little hottie's been stalking him. Sweet!

Then Lucas grins. A shy blush flushes across his smooth, baby-soft cheeks
as he boldly adds another comment.

"Yeah, dude, I see you all the time. But I guess I just didn't recognize
you with a swimsuit on."

Jax laughs. He and Lucas fist-bump.

"Busted! What can I say, dawg? I'm a total nudist. I could be bare-assed
24/7 up here during the summer."

Lucas grins.

"Shit, dawg, you sure as fuck have the body for it. You're built like a
fucking Greek statue or something. Jacked as hell. Your bro here, too. No
wonder you like to hang out naked. I'd show off a body like that all the
time, too, bro, if I had one."

"Dude, you got a kick-ass body: lean, sculpted, sexy as fuck."

Lucas blushes again.

"Thanks, dawg. Man, I wish I had the balls to skinny dip at our cottage,
but my mom would have a fucking heart attack."

Noah turns to his bro, suddenly excited.

"Dude, skinny dipping at your place would be awesome! Tanning nude, too!
I'd fucking LOVE that! When your mom is gone, we gotta get into that shit!
Fuck, I wanted to ditch the swimsuit the first day I got here. I didn't
know you'd be into it."

"Hell yes! Dude, that's a plan: we'll start going bare-assed when my mom's
gone from now on. That'll be so damn tight!"

Noah and Lucas high five, then Lucas turns back to Jax. Jax loves seeing
the boy's eyes all wide and excited, rapacious even, with the thought of
getting naked with his bro. And now the boy's gaze settles back on Jax's
carved muscle .

Jax knows just what to say.

"Hey, speaking of skinny-dipping -- you dudes wanna hang? My bro has some
kick-ass weed, and I got tons of cold beer. We were just about to head back
to my cottage, get buzzed, romp around nude in the water, work on our tans,
then no doubt stroke to some porn up in the boathouse. That sound cool to
you dudes?"

The look on the younger boys' faces was priceless: their expressions seem
to glow with excited, eager-eyed anticipation at the thought of naked
boy-play in the lake with two dreamy older studs -- not to mention the idea
of stroking to porn with other dudes, maybe for the first time in either of
their young lives. Hell yes they were down.

Noah can't hide his breathless lust.

"FUCK, dude, that sounds awesome as fuck!"

Then he figures he needs to check with his friend.

"You down with that, Lucas?"

"Hell yeah! Sounds awesome!"

Robbie doesn't miss a beat when he brings up the obvious.

"What about your girls?"

Lucas looks worried, but only for a second.

"Oh, fuck that. No worries there. We just met them like an hour or so ago,
and I was already trying to figure out how we'd get rid of them."

Noah breaks out in a wide, relieved grin.

"You got that right, bro. They were getting to be a pain. Let's just
split."

Then Noah turns to the two older studs.

"You dudes got a boat or something? Cause Lucas's mom's boyfriend dropped
us off in town earlier. We were supposed to call for a ride back to the
cottage later."

"Yep. My boat's tied up in back of the hardware store. Let's head out."

On the way to the public dock, Lucas announces he's going to send a text to
his mom, saying they were spending the afternoon hanging out at a cottage
on Lost Bay. He immediately gets a "That's nice! Have fun! Let me know if
you need Paul or I to pick you up!" The boy lets Jax and Robbie know
everything's cool.

The surge of excitement at the thought of hanging with these two incredible
older studs was still noticeably coursing through Lucas and Noah as the
four of them walk to Jax's boat. Lucas pairs with Jax on the walk, Robbie
and Noah strolling together about five feet behind them. Jax smiles to
notice, from his sidelong glance, that Lucas can't take his eyes of Jax's
body, beautifully revealed in his sexy red bikini.

The thought of the boy-fun ahead sends a delicious surge through Jax's
thick -- and thickening -- cock.

When they reach the boat, and the young boys comment on how cool the
vintage motor launch is, Jax motions for Lucas to get in first, on the
front bench where he'll be sitting, behind the wheel, and he nods for Noah
to get in back. Then he asks Robbie to cast them off while he starts the
motor. Once the boat's untied, Robbie hops in next to Noah.

As they slowly cruise away from the public dock, Jax reaches across Lucas's
body, making sure to brush the boy's smooth thigh `casually' as he opens
the glove box and takes out a baggie filled with rolled joints and a
lighter, which he tosses back to Robbie.

"Bro, spark up a spliff for Lucas and I up here and one for you and Noah."

Soon the boys are all puffing pot and chatting excitedly. Their
conversation is mindless -- a way to settle their nerves while appreciating
the pot, the gorgeous day, Jax's beautiful vintage boat, and the excited
thought of the afternoon ahead. Jax isn't sure if Lucas and Noah know the
inevitable boy-sex in store for them all -- if that's why the two young
studs are so excited -- or if they're just thrilled to hang out with some
older dudes. He selfishly hopes these two gorgeous young hotties are
inexperienced when it comes to sex with another boy, because he's tingling
with the thought of seducing and cherry-busting such hot young studs. Not
for a minute is he worried these two gorgeous young'uns might not be
intensely gay-curious because he knows all hot young boys are.

By the time the joints are finished, they can see Lost Bay up ahead. Lucas
tells Jax how great it is to finally meet his neighbor.

"So cool to get to know you at last, dude. After seeing you so much."

Jax smiles.

"Not to mention seeing so much of me, right?"

Lucas blushes again and looks away bashfully -- and a stab of lust shoots
through Jax's groin at how beautiful the boy is.

Jax pulls the Chris Craft into the boathouse, ties the boat up, and Robbie
leads Noah to the dock while Jax and Lucas fill up a cooler of beer from
the stash in the boathouse fridge. Jax remembers to grab a couple of extra
beach towels from the cabinet in the laundry area.

Once they're all together on the dock, while Lucas and Noah look around,
commenting on what an awesome place Jax's cottage is, Jax and Robbie
casually shuck their swim suits, then pose in all their hard-muscled glory,
fluffing their dicks a bit, loving the feel of their big, meaty cocks
finally free to dangle after being bunched up in their tight trunks.

Suddenly, the scene seems still and quiet; the younger boys' gazes are
riveted on the naked beauty of the older studs.To a young teen secretly
into dudes, there's nothing like that moment when a gorgeous stud strips
naked in front of you, revealing the the hard, cut musculature of a
beautifully chiseled body, including a long, thick, fulsome cock.

Noah is first to break the charged silence.

"Damn, you dudes are so fucking built! And those big-ass dicks --
Seriously! You dudes should, like, do porn!"

Lucas echoes his bro's awe.

"No shit! Hot fucking bodies and huge fucking cocks. You dudes are fucking
studs!"

Robbie smiles.

"Thanks, dudes. Feel free to join us."

The young boys excitedly shuck their board shorts. Jax loves to see that
both of the young hotties are already half-hard.

The older studs cluck appreciatively over the younger dudes' naked muscle
-- and the surprisingly nice-sized cock each boy has, previously hidden
behind the baggy board shorts: each young hottie is packing meat maybe only
an inch or two less than the older boys' luscious lengths. Lucas's dick was
long, smooth, and sleek, with a nice meaty hood that fully covered the
head, just the way Jax liked it. Succulent, with just a light, neatly
trimmed puff of pubes punctuating an expanse of otherwise smooth, toned
muscle. Noah's cock was a bit shorter, but mouth-wateringly thick and
veiny; uncut, too, with the foreskin bunched neatly around the exposed head
in a tasty-looking collar. Jax could hardly wait until the afternoon
settled down into hard-core boy-sex.

Robbie gives a low, leering whistle at the two now-naked hotties.

"You dudes ain't too shabby at all. Seriously hot muscle, and way hung for
-- what? -- fourteen?"

Noah poses proudly.

"FIFTEEN, dawg! And hell yeah -- Lucas and I have the biggest dicks in our
gym class. By far! We're both over five inches. Lucas is almost six. I love
it when I see the other dudes checking me out in the shower -- makes me
feel sexy as fuck."

Robbie shocks Noah by giving the boy's half-hard length a nice slow stroke.

"You should feel sexy, bro! Hot muscle hottie with such a fine fucking
cock? You must make all the ladies happy with this big jock cock, huh?"

Noah's dick was about two-thirds hard now; though not a little shocked at
Robbie's hand lightly teasing his dick, he was clearly loving the older
dude's bro-casual intimacy.

"I do all right. I've gotten tons of hand jobs and blow jobs. Ain't never
been laid yet, though. Lucas has been laid twice. No surprise, he's so
fucking gorgeous. But my time's coming!"

Sooner than you think, bro, Jax smiles to himself.

First one teen, then another, then the last two dive off the dock, and the
four nude young muscle-studs spend the next forty-five minutes delighting
in both the cold, clear water and the glorious feast of boy-flesh. Jax
feels his lust slowly grow to a pleasant ripeness as they cavort bare-assed
in the lake and on the raft. Skinny-dipping like that, exulting in the
beauty of ripe, naked, sleek-muscled teen boys, their firm young bodies
aglow in the strong afternoon sun, Jax can just feel the younger boys'
level of raw, randy desire pulsating through the air, as strong and
insistent as his own -- but he doesn't even have to sense it: it's obvious
from the telltale evidence of the two teens' rarely-fading hard-ons, as
well as the hungry gleam in each of the younger boy's excited eyes.

Jax is pleased to see Robbie quickly begin taking pictures of them all
every so often; my bro is getting some choice material to add to the
cottage photo album, he thinks. And as soon as Robbie breaks the ice by
getting sexy nude boy-pix, Noah is right there, clicking away at not only
the older dudes cock and muscle, but Lucas's as well. The dude is going to
be stroking to those photos all summer long, Jax laughs to himself.

They're all having a blast, and Jax figures to let the sexual tension build
a little more before the real fun starts. So to keep up the flirty play, he
hits on something he knows these boys will go for -- especially Robbie, who
hadn't seen it yesterday: it's the rope swing his dad and Keith tied onto a
tall pine branch years ago. The pine stood perched on a tall outcropping of
rocky shore on the side of the bay opposite the boathouse, reached by
wading across the bay, near the shore, then climbing across rocks for
several yards. The rope was kept lashed around the pine's trunk. You
unfastened it, backed up across top of the point, sailed out high over the
bay, Tarzan-style, then let go for a thrilling plunge into the deep
lake. It's one of Jax's favorite things to do up here.

To get them excited for the swing, Jax drifts off, unobserved, and sneaks
up to the tree, waiting until he hears someone wonder where he's
gone. Robbie finally yells out for him.

"Yo! Jackson! Where the fuck you at?"

Immediately Jax takes off, flying over the bay, giving his best Tarzan
yell, then splashes down.  When he bobs up he can hear the excited cries of
the other boys. Robbie is already scampering over to reach the rope, with
Noah and Lucas right on his heels. That begins about thirty minutes of
raucous amusement. It's awesome to see naked young muscle, hard firm butts,
and thick juicy cocks flying through the air.

They take turns swinging, each boy yelling loud and lusty as he sails over
the bay. The logical next-step of hot, raw boy-sex looms tantalizingly in
the air, but for now, these lusty young teens are just excited, care-free
boys, delighting in the innocent, ebullient physicality of young males at
play. Sometimes two boys will hang on and swing out at the same time, and
it becomes a contest to see who jumps last. The balls-out blast of the
rope-swing that day, done in the company of three other gorgeous, naked,
beautifully built boys, will prove a summer highlight for them all.

But the cum-churning spectre of imminent boy-sex hovers over the scene
relentlessly -- anxious, insistent, ultimately overwhelming with its
promise of glorious possibillity. Jax feels it throbbing ever strongly in
his groin. Even as he indulges in the innocent joys of the scene (making
sure to remember to get some good photos), his hunger is inflamed by the
taut, bulging muscles on the boys' cut, gleaming bodies as they strain to
hold onto the swing, and the achingly delicious sight of plump, swinging
dick and firm, smooth ass -- this was his foreplay, stoking his desire like
the raunciest porn, stirring his juices, firing his passion for the carnal
pleasures ahead.

Finally, exhausted, they hoist themselves out of the water, and dry
themselves on the dock. Jax loves to see the younger boys' stare as Robbie
and he take turns drying each other sensually. Then, after oiling up each
other in a boldly off-hand show of muscle-worship and cock-play, Jax and
Robbie offer to slather their guests with sunscreen, an invitation which
Lucas and Noah can't hide their excitement accepting. Jax and Robbie
efficiently -- but nonetheless sensuously -- let their hands glide and play
across the younger dudes' muscle and ass and -- ever-so-casually --
cock. Then they all pop open beers and lay back to soak up sun. They shoot
the shit about school and summer and fun things to do at the lake -- the
younger boys, through the whole conversation, shameless in letting their
obviously gay-curious gazes linger over the cut, naked muscle and
lusciously thick cocks displayed by the two older studs.

Finally, after another round of beers and two bowls of pot smoked, Robbie
announces he's antsy to get back in the water; he challenges Noah to a swim
race to the raft, and the hot young muscle-stud agrees. Lucas and Jax stay
on the dock, taking a break to watch Robbie barely edge out the younger
boy, before they return to ogling each other.

Lucas begins to make nervous small talk with the older muscle-god he's
alone with, trying to impress Jax by boasting about the girls who are
always after him, but Jax has no time for that: he's horny as hell and
anxious to move on to the inevitable seduction.

"It's cool with a girl once in a while, I guess, when you're just starting
out. But sex for me? Now? For real? Shit, dude, I can't front: I want the
most smoking-hot sex I can get. And that means dick and ass and
muscle. That's what seriously turns my crank -- dude-sex. Anything else is
just not worth it."

Lucas's eyes widen.

"Whoa, dude! Seriously? I had no fucking clue, man. I mean, you seem like
such a fucking stud!"

Jax starts casually stroking that smooth, lean-muscled leg of Lucas's,
wandering up his thigh, to about a half-inch from his nut-sac, on every
other stroke.

"I am. Totally. A hundred percent hard-core jock-stud. All boy."

Then Jax smiles, letting his hand now drift softly across Lucas's hard,
twitching cock.

"Which is exactly how I like my sex. You been with a dude yet, Lucas?"

The nervousness in the younger boy's speech is like an aphrodisiac to Jax.

"Nah. Nah, I ain't. I mean, yet."

Jax loves how the little hottie's face immediately flushes, causing the
beauttiful teen to turn away shyly. Then Lucas adds the exact comment Jax
knows he's going to add -- it's what every hot young boy who's never been
with a boy yet would add in a similar situation.

"Cause, I mean, fuck, bro, I want to so bad! I mean, I'm like soooo damn
ready. So fucking curious I can't stand itI"

Then he looks back up at Jax, bolder now for having finally admitted his
deepest desire.

"Seriously, dude! I'm like soooo fucking into boys, it's unreal! Hot
gorgeous muscle dudes like you and Robbie? Shit, man, I jack to gay porn
showing dudes like you all the damn time, thinking of how hot the sex must
be."

Jax lightly strokes Lucas's thick, aroused length.

"It's hot, all right."

A question forms on Lucas's face.

"So, are you and Robbie, like, boyfriends?"

"Yeah."

"That's so hot, bro! Thinking of you two incredible studs together, totally
into each other, kissing and shit, and having awesome sex all the time. I'd
fucking LOVE to see you two dudes get it on."

"Just stick around, bro. Cause that's kinda the plan."

Jax softly -- but insistently -- strokes the boy to full firmness. A shy
drop of precum pearls up on the tip, and Jax delicately circles it around
the cockhead, mesmerizing the breathless, angelic-looking boy.

Then Jax smiles slyly at his young crush.

"How come you never did anything with your bro, Noah? That dude's hot as
fuck."

Lucas laughs.

"Fuck, dude, I wish! But Noah's straight as fuck. He's always teasing the
other dudes about `gay' this and `homo' that. Dude, I make a move on Noah,
and I lose my best bud. Maybe even get a fucking punch in the face. So I
just lie in bed at night and get myself off by jacking to seriously nasty
fantasies of me and him. He's so fucking hot -- drives me fucking crazy!"

Jax just smiles serenely, gently focused on Lucas's hard, straining cock,
letting one or two fingers trace the jutting shaft up and down as they
talk, then trace down over the boy's full, ripe nutsac.

"You should know, bro, that it's the dudes who tease and gay-bait like that
who are the most serious closet cases, the dudes most desperate to get with
another boy. Just saying, dawg."

But Lucas shakes his head firmly and laughs.

"Maybe some, Jax, but not Noah. Believe me, that dude is strictly
pussy-only. I once tried getting him to hang out in underwear when we
chilled -- you know, maybe get a little sexy bromance vibe going? -- but he
looked at me like I was nuts. `That shit's queer as fuck, bro!' he
said. Nope, my first time with another dude ain't going to be with my best
bud, that's for damn sure."

Then Lucas looks at Jax, all earnest and excited.

"But dude! Once my bro leaves later, I could, like, come back here, and, I
mean, you and Robbie and I could like -- ."

Jax interrupts him, still stroking the boy's straining, rock-hard,
gay-virgin cock.

"Why wait til your bro leaves, dude? Why not today? Why not now? I mean,
that's sort of been our plan -- Robbie and me -- when we hooked up with you
two hotties in town."

Lucas screws his face up.

"Cause, dude, I told you. Noah would go fucking nuts!"

"You mean THAT Noah? The one on the raft with Robbie?"

Lucas turns to where Jax is pointing and immediately gives out with a `NO
FUCKING WAY!!' as he sees his best bud sixty-nining with Robbie on the
raft.

After a few more soft, breathless `Holy Fuck!'s, as he watches Robbie and
Noah devour each other's dick and finger each other's ass, both boys
moaning loudly across the water in delight, Lucas turns to Jax.

"Un-fucking-believable!"

Then he turns back, eyes glued to his best bud now getting his first-time
gay on. His hand is on Jax's now, as they both seriously jack his excited
young cock. He mumbles soft and breathless.

"Fuck, that's sooooo fucking hot! Watching hot dudes have sex!"

Jax leans in and kisses the boy ravenously, then smiles slyly at him.

"And you know what's even hotter than watching?"

Jax smiles to himself. There's something about Lost Bay -- this Arcadia,
his Sherwood Forest, this land of masculine enchantment that was his
father's legacy to him -- that so readily brings out a boy's most desperate
longing, allowing it flourish. Look what happened to Robbie in no time at
all yesterday. Now Lucas and his friend. All it takes is that magical
combination of sun and water and forest and pot and beer and muscle and
cock to reveal to a hot boy the undeniable depth of his gay desire.

Robbie and Noah, as they watch, dive off the raft and swim to shore. When
they join their bros on the dock, both grinning from their little same-sex
dalliance on the raft, Robbie suggests they take their boy-play inside.

"I gotta get outta this sun. I got more sun today than I think I ever have
in my life. What say we head inside, smoke a few more bowls, sip a few more
brews, and jack to some porn? Really get this fucking sausage party
started!"

It was unanimous.

As they scurry up the boathouse stairs to get high and stroke their needy
cocks, long over-due for shooting after being constantly hard for the past
hour or so, to some of the hottest gay clips on his laptop, Jax can hear
Lucas and Noah behind him, sharing their excitement over what's about to
happen, trying to whisper confidentially to each other, but being as
breathless and giggly as two boys who've just been handed backstage passes
to party with some cute boy-band in their dressing room:

Soooo hot! . . . These dudes are soooo ripped! . . . Fucking gorgeous!
. . . You fucker, I wish you'd told me how into dudes you are! . . . What
about you, bro? Hey, you're sure you're into this, right? `Cause I'm, like,
TOTALLY into it! Can't fucking wait! . . . Dude, totally! I've been sooooo
hot to get with boys! . . . I know, right? . . . And damn, these dudes are
sooooo fucking sexy! . . . Fucking BIG-ASS monster cocks on both those
muscle-studs! . . . So damn cool you're into this, Lucas! . . . Dude, I've
been crushing on you for, like, forever! You're so fucking hot, Noah!
. . . Me too, bro, for you! You're so damn gorgeous, Lucas. So fucking
fine! Sexy as shit! You get me so damn hard, bro!. . . Fuck, it's gonna be
so hot, you and I, from now on! Can't fucking wait, dude!. . . Hell yeah!
Fuck, look how fucking hard I am right now! . . . Your cock is so hot, bro!

Jax immediately clicks on a porn clip -- a college-boy, muscle-stud orgy --
while Robbie fills a bowl, sparks it, and begins passing it to Noah, who's
sitting next to him on the couch, his gorgeous physique squeezed tightly
between him and Lucas. As soon Noah takes a big hit and passes the pipe,
Robbie starts playing with Noah's cock and balls while the two of them
enjoy a very hot kiss. Jax wedges in next to Lucas, and the two of them
enjoy the same scorching-hot foreplay on their end of the couch.

Lucas savors the moment.

"This is so damn hot! It's like my hottest j/o fantasy come to life!"

Once the bowl is finished, Robbie loads another, and while Noah and Lucas
make out, Jax runs down to the dock to bring up the cooler full of beers.

Once back in the boathouse, he pops a beer for each of them, then heads
over to his nightstand. He's back a moment later, and parks himself back
next to his hot young crush. Lucas's eyes widen as he watches Jax casually
slip a cock ring onto his long, thick dick.

"That looks hot as fuck, dude! Damn, you are such a fucking stud, Jax, it's
unreal!"

Soon the young boy's hands and lips are everywhere over Jax's firm,
hard-muscled beauty.

Jax just smiles to himself: how well he knows the thrill when a heretofore
`straight' boy finally indulges his gay longing for the first time --
especially one who's tried to slake that longing, as best he can, with
endless viewing of gay porn. Now, faced with the delicious reality of his
first male lover, Lucas's passion can fully flourish -- in that heady mix
of a boy's instinctive, hard-wired, same-sex impulses, plus all the gay-sex
moves they've mentally rehearsed and internalized from all their porn
viewing. It felt amazing to Jax -- having his cock and ass and muscle
worshipped with such voracious, first-time abandon, in this beautiful boy's
explosive celebration of his sexuality.

After maybe twenty minutes of serious boy-orgy foreplay, having finished
three bowls of Robbie's pot, awash in cock and muscle and beer and weed,
while hot porn models serve as the erotic wallpaper for their first gay
indulgence, Lucas leans over to kiss and stroke Noah.

"Can't fucking believe I'm here, bro -- naked, fooling around with you and
these smoking hot studs. I've jacked to gay vids so damn much, by myself,
for years, always fantasizing about what it'd be like to jack with you and
other hot dudes. And here we both are! Unreal!"

Suddenly the boy's attention is captivated by Jax's hot, hungry mouth
worshipping his cock.

"Aww fuck, Jax! Feels fucking awesome!"

Robbie kneels down in front of Noah, to give him the same thrill.

When Lucas comes, after just a little serious stroking and some very hot
oral on Jax's part, the boy's first load is enormous. Jax savors it, but
Lucas is a little embarassed.

"Sorry I shot such a messy load, dude, but with Noah here, and the two of
us together 24/7, I haven't drained my nuts in like a week."

"I'm not complaining, dawg! Tasty fucking boy-cream!"

Initially, Jax and Robbie have focused on giving the two young virgins
pleasure, jacking and sucking and finger-fucking them, and cooing over
their youthful beauty. There's no need to rush the first fuck; they have
all afternoon; let the pleasure build.

The younger dudes have hair-trigger cocks; they both come several times in
a very short span, but they know -- as do the older boys -- there's plenty
more ball-juice in their tanks. Jax and Robbie love scooping up the boys'
thick cream and feeding it to them, or rubbing it sensually up and down
their young cocks, or using it as a lube to relax their tight
puckers. Lucas and Noah especially love it when the older boys tongue clean
their cum-splattered cocks.

At one point, when Jax is bobbing up and down on his cock and fingering his
ass, excited to tap that impossibly tight hole, Lucas puts a shy hand on
Jax's head, to get him to stop sucking him off.

"Dude, can I have a taste of your big-ass dick now? My mouth's been
watering for that meat ever since you stripped off your sexy swimsuit and
let that monster loose."

Jax grins and immediately hops up off his knees, snuggling next to the
young jock heart-throb, and giving him a smoldering kiss. Then Lucas kneels
down to service the gorgeous stud's long, thick, delicious-looking dick.

Jax purrs his encouragement to the first-time cock-sucker, who's excited to
get as much of that tasty length of boy-meat into his mouth as he can.

"Yeah, get it nice and hard, wet all over, so I can bust that juicy little
cherry of yours!"

Lucas pulls off Jax's dick, his eyes wide and mouth grinning. His face is
flushed with lust.

"Fuck yeah, dude! I been soooo damn hot to take dick for soooo damn long!"

Jax laughs.

"Well, that cock you're sucking is soooo damn long, so this should work out
perfect."

Lucas gets back to cock-sucking with renewed excitement. Jax knows he's
tingling with the thought of what's waiting for him when he gets the dick
he's working fully hard, the thrill of his first ass-fucking. Lucas's
gasping breath and excited pleasure-moans are a first-time cock-sucker's
song of delight: to have that firm, smooth, fleshy girth in his mouth,
letting his hands clutch the shaft and play with the balls; to be able to
finally pay worshipful homage to his most powerful desire object, that
quintessential part of a boy's anatomy, his manhood -- in so many respects
the key to his being; to be able to stimulate it, pleasure it, feel the
revelatory sensation in your mouth as you hungrily bring it to hardness --
Jax knows only too well what's going through this young boy's mind.

Such an indescribable, mind-swirling headiness to cock-sucking, and this
beautiful boy working his shaft to hardness is experiencing it for the
first time. It's a moment both tender and raw at the same time. Jax lets
his fingers play through Lucas's thick, sexy curls as the young teen snorts
and grunts and drools over the meat he's craved for so long, telling the
boy how amazing he's making his dick feel. Lucas looks up at him: his deep,
soulful gaze gleams with a mixture of pride and hunger and infatuation.

Meanwhile, Robbie and Noah have taken a break from their own boy-play in
order to smoke another bowl, taking deep hits between serious kissing and
stroking of each other's cut muscle and hard cocks.

After they finish the bowl, Noah, who's obviously totally into the music
Robbie has playing as a soundtrack to Jax's porn, gets up to dance for
Robbie, teasing the older stud with his sexy body, in a haze of pure,
almost hypnotic jock-lust. He moans in heat as he shakes his ass and
waggles his hard cock.

"Fucking LOVE this music you got playing, dude! Goes perfect with this
raunchy porn. What the fuck is it?"

Robbie smiles at his sexy little private dancer.

"That's a reggaeton mix I made for Jax. Yeah, I love grooving to this
shit."

He gets up and grabs Noah, letting his hands play sensually over the young
boy's hard, smooth muscle as they both groove their bodies in time to the
music.

Noah teasingly breaks away from his partner, proud to flaunt his tight
little body for the older stud. He's an incredibly good dancer. Jax,
sitting back on the couch, enjoying Lucas's mouth noisily working over his
cock, gets even harder watching that gorgeous little hottie body-rock all
nude and sexy to the bass-pounding beat.

Noah suddenly bends his knees and does a super-sexy body roll, sending a
ripple down through his head, neck, shoulders, chest, and hips. Robbie gets
right behind him, holding him tight, grinding his cock into the boy's
crack, and they roll together, dropping low, freaking each other --
Robbie's hips pound into the boy's ass, and Noah grinds back sexily on
Robbie's hardness. Both boy's are moaning with inflamed lust while Jax is
whooping in delight. Lucas -- reluctantly -- lets Jax's cock fall from his
lips so he can see the excitement; then he, too, becomes an eager audience
for what's become a kind of live sex show. Jax grabs his phone off the
coffee table and starts snapping pictures.

Robbie, still grinding in time to the dick-hardening pulse of the music,
reaches around, letting his hands play hard and sensuously over Noah's pecs
and abs while they grind and body-roll in perfect synch to the bass-heavy
beat. Then he starts dry fucking the boy again, and Noah responds by
grooving and wriggling his ass over Robbie's huge hard length.

Lucas's eyes are blazing with boy-lust at these two sexy studs. He cries
out with inflamed passion.

"Work those hot bodies! Aw fuck, that's so damn hot, dudes!"

Jax whoops again deliriously, snapping pictures like crazy.

"SO FUCKING RAUNCHY!"

Jax lays back on the couch and pulls Lucas up on top of him in 69 position,
so they can both watch the dance while the boy, straddling Jax's
hard-carved bulk, can continue to suck on his huge hardness, and Jax can
begin to eat that sweet virgin ass.

Robbie starts to stroke Noah's achingly hard prick now, working the
copiously leaking precum all over the shaft and head, making the boy's
stiff jock cock gleam and twitch.

Noah does another flirty turn, evading Robbie's grasp, teasing him. The two
studs face off, then start side-to-side body rolls, shaking their
hips. It's so hot to see these two beautifully built dancers naked like
this, grooving to seriously sexy music, their hard-carved muscle pumping,
stiff cocks bouncing, and smooth firm asses flexing. They move closer,
ripped chest brushing against ripped chest, hard cock pushing against hard
cock, the boys kissing in passionate abandon. Noah turns again and does
some wicked ass-shaking in front of Robbie, who's mesmerized by that
smooth, gyrating muscle-butt.

Finally, Robbie reaches his limit.

"Dude, this is off-the-hook sexy, but I just gotta tap that sweet ass of
your before I fucking explode!"

"Oh hell yes!"

And the two scamper off to Jax's bed.

Jax looks over at Robbie and Noah: two cut, naked jocks, kneeling, facing
each other in bed, holding each other just close enough for hard nipples to
brush against each other, kissing with abandon, jacking each other's hard,
jutting cocks, pleasuring themselves the way young muscle-studs like it
best. Robbie lets one of his big, strong hands carress the smooth,
perfectly round, cherry ass of the boy he's going to get with.

Lucas turns his soulfully gorgeous face up to Jax, those large luscious
lips parted in a sly smile. Jax pulls him in for a steamy kiss, then arches
a devilish eyebrow.

"You ready for this dick now, stud?"

"Hell yessss! Bring it, dawg!"

They join their bros in bed, and instantly the four young studs became a
blur of kissing and stroking and muscle-worship and moaning. Soon Robbie is
on Noah's cock, while Lucas gazes dreamily at Jax's body and big dick,
stroking them with trembling tenderness. His hands play over Jax's
hard-carved beauty while he looks longingly on Jax, his gaze drenched in
desire, as he praises his first-time lover.

"Your body's so gorgeous, dude! All that hard, bronzed muscle! Such a hot,
fucking stud! Never seen a dude with a body as fine as yours! You're like
-- I don't know how to say it -- like pure masculinity; like some raw,
powerful, beautiful animal. Amazing! And with this gorgeous fucking dick!"

The young boy mounts Jax, straddling his hips over the muscle-god, and,
with one of his delicate, long-fingered hands, begins shyly to play the tip
of Jax's huge, thick hardness back and forth across his needy hole, while
his other hand gently jiggle Jax's big ballsac.

Jax lays back and enjoys the view of that angelic boy giving into his
rawest passions. His body throbs in total pleasure, as his voice coos of of
the pleasure ahead, of how good that big dick is going to feel in Lucas's
tight little hole, of how he's going to fuck load after load of cum out of
him.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, Jax softly brushes Lucas's hand off his
cock and, easing it into the boy's hole, begins to work his thickness
steadily in, while Lucas's high-pitched moans of delight harmonize with
Noah's, who's already getting long-dicked by Robbie.

Lucas's own cock throbs and jerks in anticipatory excitement of the ride
ahead, as he slowly works his hips down on the older stud's huge, thick
hardness.

Jax's cock thrums with pleasure as he pounds Lucas's warm, tight,
velvet-smooth hole, and the boy bounces back down on it in wanton
delight. I could do this every damn day, Jax thinks, as he ravishes the
boy. It feels like his summer with Robbie is finally hitting its
stride. Hell, he thinks pleasantly, as he feels Lucas clinch his ass
muscles against his pistoning hardness, it's like my whole damn life is
finally hitting its stride.

All four boys are breathless and loud and moaning in boy-sex abandon. Jax
realizes that their indoor fun at the cottage is just an extension of their
earlier athletic play down at the lake -- young jocks delighting in another
all-out body-rush.

The sex itself goes by in a lubricious blur -- the ecstatic variations of
four gorgeous, beautifully built, nude boys pleasuring each other on Jax's
king-size mattress: Robbie teaching Noah how to deep-throat by having the
cute muscle-stud lie on his back, head hanging off, so he can get the best
angle to take Robbie's hard, thick length; Lucas, at the same time, going
down on Noah's hard young cock while Jax sucks him off and plays with the
young boy's cum-soaked pucker; Robbie crawling over Noah so they can
ass-69, getting each other even harder and randier; Robbie and Jax lying on
their backs, next to each other, kissing in passionate exuberance as the
younger boys suck and stroke their huge jock cocks, until the older studs'
dicks glisten and gleam with saliva and pre-cum, slick and smooth and
perfect for another fuck -- this time Robbie pounding Lucas and Jax dicking
Noah.

Through the whole athletic rush of their orgy, Jax grooves to the sweet,
excited sounds of boy-sex filling the boathouse bedroom. Finally! he smiles
to himself -- Sherwood, the way I've always dreamed it.

Jax knows he loves Robbie. Obviously. And Robbie loves him. But the
pleasure he and his lover can get with other boys, especially sharing that
pleasure together, like this, is superb. He loves watching his lean,
gorgeous lover dick a hot little muscle stud, and he himself loves showing
off his beautifully sculpted bulk to his lover as he pummels a hot boy's
ass.

Then after a break for pot and beer and muscle-worship, Jax and Robbie tell
the two boys they want to watch them fuck.

"Start 69ing, and Robbie and I'll get your holes nice and slick while you
wet up each other's dicks."

It was a perfect first-time hook-up with some cute town-boys, and it gave
them an exciting preview -- not just of the rest of the summer up here, but
of what life would be like when they got back home and started school and
football, where they'd be getting "more ass than a toilet seat" is how his
bro put it.

Before the young boys leave, Lucas pulls Jax aside for a quiet good-bye.

"This was a revelation, dude. Thanks! I never been with someone who wanted
me and my sex as much as you. The girls I been with -- they sort of put up
with me, humored me, but never let me take things as hard-core raw as I
wanted."

"Damn, bro, I sure as hell know what THAT's like!"

"But you fucking adored my body, hungered for it. You fucking ravished me!
You fed my fires, you fueld them, instead of trying to dampen them, which
is what every girl I've even been with has done. Sex with you became a rush
unlike any other I've felt. It was amazing -- fucking someone who loves sex
exactly the way I like it."

"Thanks, bro. But really, it's just gay shit. I seriously think you're just
feeling the mind-fuck of first-time gay sex. And acknowledging to yourself
that this is what you've always been looking for. You're gonna have such
hot times now, getting with other dudes like you did today. And you and
your bro, Noah -- the rest of his time up here with you, it's gonna be hot
as fuck with you two, no doubt. All I did was open the door and give you
that little push through, bro."

Jax and Robbie take the teens back to their cottage, and they all exchange
phone numbers before they kiss and hug each other goodbye. Then it's time
for a shower and a nap, and later Jax grills burgers for them. They watch
some baseball and sip some brews for a while, then hop into Jax's bed where
they read until they get tired. before nodding off, they sixty-nine each
other to a satisfying climax, then drift off to sleep, arms snugly around
each other's hard-muscled chests.

At the end of their first full day without their former girlfriends, alone,
as a couple, Jax and Robbie both realize that their vacation together has
turned into their life together, and their life has suddenly become one
endless vacation.

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