Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1998 18:00:00 PDT From: jerry crispin Subject: Summer at the Lake Summer at the Lake By Jerry Crispin (jerrycrisp@hotmail.com) (b/b, incest, ws) OK, I'll tell you what happened at the lake that summer. When I was 11, Mom rented a cabin for a week at Lake Warm Springs. It was the year after Mom and Dad divorced and she was trying to be a Mom and a Dad to us three boys. Two years before that we had stayed there a few days when Mom and Dad were still together. It was fun but Dad was determined to teach us to fish, and we hated that. This time would be different; no fishing and best of all, Mom said my best friend Larry could come with us. Guess I told you already, I was 11 and so was Larry. My older brother Stan was 16 and the Rodent (my little brother Eddy) was 9. Stan was my hero then. He was a teenager; tall, thin, athletic, good at everything he did. He was handsome with big features and lots of thick black hair. He always had a broad smile on his face, especially when he would wrestle me to the floor and tickle me `til I peed my pants. Stan was the Man! And Eddy was the Rodent. He was small for his age, and pale and skinny with a pointy nose and buck teeth, so he looked like a rat. He was nervous too. You know how rats are always twitching their faces? Yeah, that's Eddy. He was a pest as well; always wanting to be with us, but he was funny and knew how to make us laugh. He was OK. I can clearly remember that first day at the lake. We helped Mom bring all the stuff into the cabin. We had finished lunch and Stan wanted to go for a hike to spy on the girl's camp just on the other side of the ridge. Despite his protests, Mom made him take Eddy along. Larry and I decided to go to the lake. What did Larry look like? Well, he was about my height but darker and more muscular. His father was Mexican and his mother was American. His skin was a golden brown color. He had dark eyes and wavy black-brown hair. I wanted to be with Larry all the time. It was the hottest part of the day. I can remember it clearly. Larry and I were walking single-file down the narrow, dirt path to go to the lake to swim. The path cut through grass that was about as tall as we were. We were barefoot and all we were wearing was our little swim trunks. I was staring at Larry's golden-brown back as I followed him. I guess my brain was getting a little baked in the hot sun because I started to feel disconnected from my legs as I walked behind him, exploring the back of him with my eyes. "Hey Jerry, I have to pee," Larry said as he stopped and turned around facing me. This snapped me out of my trance. "Me too." Oh good, I thought to myself, we can pee together and I can watch his cock; something I always enjoy doing. Well, it didn't happen quite that way. "I'm gonna hold it `til we get to the lake," Larry said as he resumed walking. I said, "OK, me too," not knowing what he had in mind. We only had a few hundred yards further to go. It was hot and dry and I was just about to stop and pee in the tall grass because I could hardly hold it any longer, when Larry turned around. "Look at this," he said as he looked down at his trunks. I could see the material stretched across his groin area darken, and liquid start to run down his inner legs. I couldn't believe it. Larry was peeing in his swim trunks! "You do it too! We'll jump right in the lake when we get there." I couldn't take my eyes off the growing patch of wet fabric. There was so much pee now that it was flowing down his inner legs in thick ribbons plus straight down from his little penis through the tight fabric of his faded red Speedos and splashing onto the dusty path. I relaxed the muscles controlling my bladder and let loose. I can't describe how wonderful it felt... to totally let go. I could feel my trunks filling and leaking at the same time. I was only about a foot away from Larry. I spread my legs and thrust my hips forward to put on a little show for his benefit. He thrust his hips forward also. There we were, standing motionless in the hot sun. Our puddles of urine met and formed one puddle. Both of our eyes were fixed on each other's crotches. As the flow began to subside, Larry looked into my eyes and said, very softly and slowly, "Cool." "I'll race you to the beach!" I said, as I ran past him, almost knocking him down. Finally, the path opened onto a sandy beach that was only about the size of a small suburban living room. We ran full-speed into the water. I can still remember how refreshing that cool water felt on my little sun-baked body! We spent a good part of the afternoon splashing around, playing our regular water games and generally burning some of the energy we had stored up sitting in school most of the year. Finally, we were exhausted. The water we were in was almost chest-deep but we were semi-crouching so that just our heads were above water. A gentle moving of our arms was enough to keep us afloat. I slowly reached underwater toward Larry until my fingers touched his swim trunks. I gave his cock a squeeze. "Oh oh! I think there's water snakes!" Larry said with a big grin on his face. This was one of our "sex games" that we always played when we were "in the mood," as we called it. "You think so?" I responded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I felt one." Larry slowly repositioned himself so we were side-by-side with our shoulders touching. He slid his hand down the back of my black Speedos, between my legs and squeezed my cocklette and balls from the underside. I was surprised by such an aggressive move and let out a little squeal. "Yep. Water snakes for sure! I better go under and see if I can find them," I said as I completely submerged myself under the water. I grabbed Larry's Speedos at his hips and pulled them straight down. I moved my face forward and was met by his three-inch boner sticking straight up. I pushed my lips hard against the head until his full length was in my mouth; trying to minimize the amount of lake water that went in with it. I stayed under as long as I could, enjoying every second that I had Larry in my mouth... my tongue furiously exploring his hard boyhood. I came up, taking a deep breath of the warm summer air. I was met by a big smile and Larry's white teeth inches from my face. "Turn around," he said as he put both his hands on my shoulders and began turning me. I quickly complied, as I would do anything that Larry wanted. Larry was standing directly behind me, pressing hard against me with his hands on my hips. Then he whispered softly into my ear, "Let me stick it in." "Uh huh. Stick it in," I whispered breathlessly. At that age I didn't have the vocabulary to explain how I felt about Larry. All I knew was that I always wanted to be with him; I loved to touch him and have him touch me and I always felt the closest to him when he would stick his cock in my butt. I knew he liked to do it a lot and I never said "no" to him, but he always asked. It hurt going in, as it always did. But before long it felt good. It made me tingle all over and I loved the way Larry would hold me tight and breath heavy into my ear. This time was different though. He pumped my little butt slowly instead of fast and he started to lick my ear. I wanted him to hold me and fuck me and lick my ear like that all day long! As he pumped me he had his arms around my chest and lifted my feet up off the lakebed. Larry had total control of my tingling body. He continued to hold my chest with one hand but the other hand slid down my front and grabbed my cock. "Hey you two!" It was Stan! He had just stepped out from the path in the tall grass onto the beach. "Mom wants you to get back to the cabin. She's fixing dinner." Larry quickly let go of me when Stan appeared. What had he seen? Oh shit. Stan turned and ran back up the path. He was in his running shorts and new running shoes so I knew we wouldn't catch up with him. He would be trying out for cross-country in the fall, so he must be getting in all the running he can. Larry and I ran most of the way back to the cabin. Because we hadn't taken towels with us and had run the dusty path while we were still wet, we looked like two boys out of "Lord of the Flies" when we arrived. Mom took one look at us and started yelling. She gave Stan two towels and told him to take the garden hose behind the cabin and hose us down before we could come into the house. We stood on the small patch of lawn in the backyard while Stan turned the hose on and pulled it over. "You two had fun down at the lake?" Stan asked as he stood there in his oversized white tank top and blue nylon shorts. Larry and I gave each other a worried glance. "Oh yeah. It was fun I guess." "Hope there weren't any snakes." Stan said casually as he held his thumb over the hose and directed the strong spray against our legs. "No snakes," I squeaked. "OK. Take your trunks off. Come on... hurry up." "We have to?" I questioned. "Just do it." Stan barked, as we quickly pulled down our Speedos; too afraid to argue with him. For some reason dirt had collected under our trunks. "Come on... rub the dirt off while I hose you," Stan ordered. He held the hose just inches away from us as we rubbed our legs, asses, crotches. "Bend over Larry, your crack's all dirty." Larry didn't hesitate a moment as he bent forward. Stan ran the hose up and down his ass crack spraying right up against it. "OK, you can stand up." As Larry stood up, Stan shoved the hose through his closed legs so it stuck straight out just below his cock. "Hey, look at this Jerry, Larry had to pee real bad!" My nervousness vanished as I burst into laughter. There was Larry, wet and naked with a goofy expression on his face, holding the hose projecting from between his legs looking for all the world like a cock gushing like a firehose! "You thirsty Jerry? Go on... drink some piss!" Stan said, as he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me down to a crouching position in front of Larry. I knelt in front of him, letting the hose water flood my face. I was on all fours like a thirsty puppy lapping the "piss" like I was dying of thirst! Larry held the hose like a peeing cock and moved it up and down and side to side over me. As soon as I saw that his real cock was stiff, I could feel mine hardening. I looked over at Stan to see a prominent bulge in his shorts. Then I watched him reach inside to give his equipment a major adjustment. Seeing that made mine all the more stiff. I must tell you, I was always fascinated by my older brother's cock. I would usually only see him naked when we changed at the community pool. His teen dick was long and thick and beautiful and sprouted out of a dense bush of black hair. It seemed to have a mind of it's own. I could always tell when Stan had a boner, which was quite often when he was 16. It demanded constant adjusting. He would try to hide it, but my eye was always drawn like a magnet to that frequent swelling in his pants. That day with the hose was no exception. Stan walked over, not commenting on our little stiffies, grabbed the hose from between Larry's legs and pushed the nozzle against my ass. He didn't ask me to bend over, but just pushed it hard up and down my crack. I must admit, it felt great! On the third pass, he pushed it hard against my butthole. I could feel the water jetting into me! I tried pulling away, but Stan's arm went against my chest. He only held me for a few seconds. As he let me go he whispered under his breath, "Did you like that?" "Dinner's ready boys," Mom called from the kitchen. "Where's Eddy?" Stan called to Mom through the screen door: "I think Eddy's in the treehouse. I'll go get him." Larry and I quickly dried ourselves off and ran into the cabin to put on some shorts. Mom said that it was too hot to eat in the cabin, so we helped her carry the food out to the picnic table in the backyard. It was dusk and the sky was beginning to turn a reddish-orange color. It gave everything such a warm glow. "Look what I found in the berry patch!" Stan announced as he came out from behind the big tree at the edge of the yard. Eddy was sitting on Stan's shoulders with his hands in Stan's thick, black hair while Stan held Eddy's bare legs. Eddy had on a pair of little brown shorts and his entire body from head to toe was covered with quarter-sized splotches of purple berry juice! "I'm berry, berry hungry!" Eddy chirped from his big brother's shoulders. We all burst into laughter. "He looks contagious to me! But we'll take our chances," said Mom. "Hurry up and take him into the house, Stanley, and make sure he washes his hands and then let's eat!" I was jealous of the Rodent. He was clearly Stan's favorite. Stan was always touching him, holding him, carrying him around on his shoulders and generally making a big fuss over him. After dinner, Larry and I sat on the front porch with the small Coleman lamp hissing. I bet whoever built this place ran out of money when they got to the porch. There should have been a railing around the perimeter, but there wasn't one. Larry and I sat side by side on the edge with our feet dangling. We gently bumped each other's foot. "I think Stan saw us fucking in the water," said Larry. I paused. "I'm not really sure." "He got a hardon while he was squirting us with the hose. Did you see?" asked Larry. "Oh yeah. I didn't miss that," I said as I pushed my bare thigh against his. "Man, I'd love to suck on his thing. I bet it's real big and tasty. Have you ever done it?" "I never have, but I think about it sometimes," I responded. Of course, I was lying. I thought about it all the time. We heard the screen door creek open. "You boys had better get to bed, it's late," Mom said. I got up. "Can we sleep in the treehouse, Mom?" "Not tonight. Stan and Eddy asked first, and you know it's only big enough for two. Maybe tomorrow night." Mom went back into the cabin. "I have an idea," said Larry, with a twinkle in his eye. We went back into the cabin and Larry opened his backpack. "Look at this," he said as he pulled out a 2-foot long black and red snake! "Yikes!" I exclaimed as I jumped away. "Rubber," Larry said as he wiggled it in front of my face. "What do you say we put it on top of Eddy's sleeping bag tonight?" "Cool!" I said, grinning ear to ear. Later that night we unrolled our sleeping bags onto the huge hooked rug on the living room floor. Larry had the snake and I had the flashlight. As soon as we stepped outside, I realized that we didn't need the flashlight and left it on the porch because the full moon was so bright we could see just fine. The treehouse was only a few hundred feet from the cabin. It was just a couple feet off the fire road that was down hill from the cabin. The treehouse was basically one small room with a deck in back built on two branches of a giant bay tree on a steep slope. The slope was so steep that the door opening was at ground level in front and then there was no wall in back and the floor extended, serving as a small deck that was pretty far off the ground. As we approached the treehouse, Larry whispered, "I'm glad this trail is soft dirt, so we can sneak up without crunching on leaves and twigs and stuff." We walked even more carefully as we came to the treehouse. The moon was situated so that the light came through the opening in the back of the room and flooded it with pale blue-white light. We could clearly see the two sleeping bags on the floor. One with a big lump and the other with a little lump. We were crouching at the front door and Larry put the snake in his mouth and slowly began crawling on his belly toward the smaller sleeping bag the way army guys do in the movies. My heart was pounding. The more I looked at that room, I suddenly realized that the sleeping bag without the big lump did not have a small lump in it at all. It was flat as a pancake! Where was Eddy? The big lump began moving. Larry froze in his tracks. "I'm gonna get up and pee, Baby." Stan said in a soft voice. "Can I play with it?" said Eddy. My mind was racing! Was Eddy in the sleeping bag with Stan? "play with it...?" "Baby...?" "You know you can always play with it, Baby." My two brothers slowly emerged buck naked from the one sleeping bag, looking like new life forms emerging from a cocoon. Larry was smart enough to stay put... halfway in the door opening. I held my breath, but couldn't take my eyes off of what I saw. They stood at the edge of the deck. Stan's body was tall, his shoulders were broad and he had muscular definition which seemed even more pronounced in the moonlight. Eddy's body was thin and small, but had a grace and beauty and innocence that I had never noticed before. Stan lifted his hands high over his head then he clasped them behind his neck. His semi-erect cock had an impressive downward arch to it. I could see the pee begin to flow. First in a quick spurt and then a steady, strong stream. I could hear in splashing on the leaves far below. Eddy stood to Stan's right and reached out and grabbed that impressive piece of meat with one hand. He began moving it to one side, then the other, directing the flow. Then he directed it up, so that Stan's urine made a high arch. Then he quickly lowered the direction, moved his head down and began to drink from the side, just like drinking from a garden hose! As Eddy slightly turned his body to do this I could see the silhouette of his little pickle of a penis that was about as long as my little finger and sticking straight up hard. As the flow subsided to a trickle, Eddy got on his knees and took as much of his brother's thick teen cock into his mouth as he could. I could see his little adam's apple going up and down, so I knew what he was doing. Then Stan lowered his hands and put them on his baby brother's head, gently caressing and stroking his hair. Then Stan knelt down in front of Eddy, his penis making an audible sound as it popped out of Eddy's mouth. Eddy was panting for air. They embraced and Eddy lifted his head up to meet Stan's lips. After they kissed, Stan moved his lips slightly away and was whispering to Eddy. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but every so often Eddy would say, "Uh huh," in a very sweet way. They both crawled back into the sleeping bag and started squirming and giggling. That seemed like a good cover for us to leave. Larry slowly crawled backwards and we were able to sneak off unnoticed. When we got back to the cabin and into our bags, Larry said, "Can you believe it? Your two brothers getting it on like that! Did it make you jealous?" "A little bit," I said. "How did it make you feel?" "It made me in the mood for you." Larry said, as he got out of his sleeping bag and started crawling into mine. "For me?" "Yep," Larry said as he snuggled up against me. "One day, your brothers are going to move away and get married, and forget about playing like this. But you are always going to have me, Jerry. Well, that's what happened at the lake that summer 20 years ago. Larry was right. My brothers eventually moved away and got married and have families of their own. And what happened to Larry? He's in the kitchen fixing dinner. Oops... gotta go... dinner's ready.