Thank you for staying with the story. I hope you also continue your support to Nifty.

I would enjoy the lake house event to be one long chapter, but I feel it is better served with two. I do hope you enjoy it — and the one yet to come.

Speaking of coming ...

 

24

 

My cum had landed all over Mike's neck and chin. I leaned down and kissed a stream that hit his face.

"Happy last day of school," I whispered.

We both crawled from bed. Mike was the messy one this morning. He used his boxers from yesterday to wipe himself off. He turned on the shower.

"We just had sex, is it okay if I shower solo? I have to get to the building early. We have a brief faculty meeting on closing and dismissal procedures."

"I understand. I'm content just to be your alarm," I said, smiling back. After taking a leak, I laid back in the bed, but didn't fall asleep.

Mike didn't make time for breakfast or even to brew coffee.

Before long, he had rushed off to his final day of classes. I had to drive to the university to get the keys from Dr. Owens. He had specific procedures for the lake house I was to follow. I crawled from the bed and showered so that I would be more presentable. As I hung my towel next to Mike's, I felt the dampness of his with my fingers. I imagined that moisture on his body. It made me smile. I felt ridiculous by being so fixated on the little things of having a boyfriend. But I was. I was okay being ridiculous.

 

June 3

As I write this, Mike is finishing up his final classes for the year. This will be a new chapter for us. At least for a brief moment, we will both be without jobs. However, hopefully I will find something soon. Kind of scary.

I can't wait for the lake house.

 

It was still a day and a half away, but I started packing for the weekend anyway. It was only for a couple of days; I didn't need a huge suitcase. However, I wasn't sure what to pack. It was our getaway — our first! Clothes-wise I wasn't too concerned. We could be naked the whole weekend for all I cared. Robert told me towels were there, but if we didn't want to have to wash them, we should bring our own towels. There was laundry soap there. We had to wash the bedding and remake the bed before leaving. He told me there was plenty of dishes and silverware, but not a lot of kitchen appliances and gadgets. So, anything specific beyond a can opener and wine opener would need to be considered. Thankfully, he said a coffee maker was in place.

The forecast was iffy. A chance of rain Saturday, but Friday evening looked good, as did Sunday morning. I threw in an umbrella.

I didn't picture us doing any gourmet cooking. I planned on buying simple groceries, things that didn't require a lot of preparation.

Even though we would be indoors most of the time, I still wanted to wear something that made me look sexy. What does one wear to do that for lounging around the lake? I stared at my clothes. I packed one pair of jeans in case we wanted to go out for the evening. I'd take two T-shirts for the days and maybe a nice polo if we opted to eat out. I had hiking shoes. I hardly wear them, but just in case, I took them. I only needed two boxers but packed four just in hopes of matching his.

The more I packed the more I noticed my heart was racing. I was excited.

"I've packed. I'll also take care of the groceries. Can you take care of the lube and condoms? (wink)" I texted to Mike.

A thumbs up was texted back to me. A few seconds later, a message came in. "The last student just left. Stories to tell. Can't wait for our trip."

Mike had vanilla candles at his place. I added that to the shopping list as well.

 

—

Following dinner, I called Lance. He didn't answer. Ten minutes later, I received a text.

"Call you in about 30 minutes. Okay?"

Mom came into the room. She sat down on the bed next to me.

"I wanted to take a moment to talk about your weekend. I see you packing already."

"Uhhh, talk about what?"

"Robert and Sharon are doing a nice thing by letting you use their lake house."

"Riiighhht..."

"Well. I don't know what all ... gentlemen do, but I hope you take care of the place."

"Jeez, Mom! What's going through your mind? What could we possibly do to hurt the place? What do you think of me?"

"Well, you did just graduate. I wasn't sure if you were going to throw a party or something. I didn't know who you were inviting."

"I told Robert there would be no partying. It's just me and Mike."

Mom stiffened a bit. She didn't say anything for a minute.

"Please be careful," she said.

"If I was taking a girlfriend, would I be getting the same speech?" I asked.

"Honestly, probably. It might have a different emphasis on being careful, but ... I hope you and Prof ... Mike have an enjoyable time. Just remember Robert and Sharon have been long, longtime friends. They are putting trust in you. As am I."

"I'll try not to set the place on fire."

Mom patted me on the leg and left the room. I hoped such conversations would eventually end. Ugh. A few minutes later, Lance called.

"Hey! Sorry. I was wrapping up my shift and just couldn't talk."

"No problem. How is work going? We haven't talked the last couple days."

"Better," he said. "I feel like I'm more in the groove. Less anxiety about trying to get things right. The staff is good for the most part. So ... good."

"I'm glad. I just had a weird talk with Mom about Mike and me going to the lake house."

"Oh??"

"Yeah! She didn't say it in so many words ... it was weird ... but it was like she didn't trust me."

"What does she think will happen?"

"That's just it! I don't know. It was kind of insulting. I didn't know if she thought the two of us would trash the place or if I had plans to turn it into a gay orgy or something."

"Well, if it's the latter, I hope I'm invited."

"Ha. Ha." I said flatly. "I mean ... seriously. What is she thinking of me? What's weird is Dad hasn't even asked about it."

"I wish I was out there with you guys."

"To be honest, buddy, I kind of wish you were too. I mean, for part of it. When we are naked and fucking, it's probably best you won't be there."

"Not best for me. I'd watch that all night," he said laughing.

"Sicko!" I called him.

"You guys are hot. Take it as a compliment."

"Well, thanks. I guess. I really am looking forward to being away with Mike. I mean, it's all of 30 miles, but still. It will be a good test for us to really be away from our comfort zone just to get to know each other better."

"You two fuck. How much better can you know someone?"

"Oh, please! When you get in a relationship, there's a lot to it. Mike and I have been great with making sure the other is taken care of, listened to, needs being met. But at some point, things have to hit a speedbump — a disagreement, something taken the wrong way, boredom — something!!"

"Well, don't plan on a disagreement for heaven's sake!"

"Right. Yeah, yeah. I know. I really do worry though that I'm going to come off as some stupid, young kid if we ever disagree."

"Mike loves you, Trent. He thinks of you as an adult. There are many reasons why you two shouldn't work, but you do. But it still amazes me that the age difference goes so well for you two."

"So far, at least," I said.

"You're going to have fun. Enjoy it. I'm envious. Love you, Trent."

"Same here, Lance. Congrats on fitting into the job."

I finished the night with a one-minute call to Mike. I didn't want to talk too long as I wanted to save a lot of conversation for our weekend. But I let him talk briefly about final classes, letting him know I was looking forward to hearing everything this weekend.

"Call me tomorrow as you are packing up. And if you need help, I'll be happy to come up to the school."

"Thanks, babe. Love you! Good night," he said.

"Love you too, hon.'"

 

—

Two job leads called me back today. The radio station called this morning for an interview next week. A local newspaper called this afternoon. Those folks wanted to see me for a follow-up in the morning. With our plans set for tomorrow, I asked if Monday morning were an option. Thankfully, they said it was fine.

Mike called at 3:00 or shortly thereafter.

"I'm about to wrap all this up. Within an hour I should be able to turn in my checklist and my keys and walk out the door, for 10 weeks at least."

"Wonderful," I said.

"I also have some encouraging news."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. The Jackson Ledger called me this morning. I assume you used me as a reference on the application. Anyway, I gave you a glowing recommendation."

"Thanks, they called less than an hour ago. I have a follow-up interview Monday."

"Great!!" he exclaimed.

"KJBD called this morning. That meeting is Tuesday. I'm encouraged."

"That's wonderful news, babe!"

"I know! I'm kind of excited," I said. "Can I pick you up about 10 o'clock tomorrow morning?"

"Perfect."

Over dinner, I talked about the two job leads with Mom and Dad. They thought both sounded like good opportunities and encouraged me to pursue the one I felt the best about.

 

June 4

I think I have a shot of two job opportunities. I don't know which I want to go with. I guess I'll hear more and see what the pay is. It's exciting. I guess just earning a paycheck is the first step. Hopefully, I will choose the right one.

Well, IF I am offered the job, I guess. I probably shouldn't get overly confident. Nothing's guaranteed yet.

Fingers crossed.

 

Before going to bed, I filled Lance in on my news. He was excited for me.

 

—

 

I woke up just before 7 a.m. and was too excited to go back to sleep. I went for an hour-long run. I was invigorated.

After a shower and a quick breakfast, I assured my mother I would be a perfect guest while away for the weekend.

"I know you will, dear," she replied.

I had no desire to hug her. I was still a bit pissed off from her stupid conversation the other night.

"I'll text you to let you know things are fine."

Leaving shortly after 9, I figured I'd be right on time picking up Mike.

He met me at the door with a big hug. His bag was by the door, so I carried it to the car. He poured the rest of the pot of coffee into a thermal mug and made one final check around the house to make sure everything was secure and turned off.

Upon entering the car, he noted a full bag of groceries and the small ice chest.

"This is just two nights, right?"

"I want to us have options. And have fun. It's not a real vacation, but it is getting away. Let's live it up. Gorge ourselves."

"Hello summer," Mike said, then gave me a smooch on the cheek as I backed out of the driveway.

Mike told me about shutting down his room the day before. Occasionally teachers have to change rooms. He was assured that was not the case, so he didn't have to do any additional packing. He was excited to show me something in a box but wouldn't say what it was.

He was pleased with the whole week. Apparently, the improv idea worked well. Students were grouped into sets of five or six on Monday. They drew random scenarios and were able to practice creating a two-minute sketch the first half of class. Then they had to perform on the spot for the rest of the class with a new scene chosen. Mike had them all filmed. At the end of Monday, the class voted on the best group. He announced them the next day, and then the class watched the other two classes that had done it. He tallied that for everyone to hear on the final day of school. There were no prizes, but he said the winning groups had appropriate cheers and shouts. I was glad I had a small part in that. He did say a few kids were extremely shy. That was hard on them. Not every team was stellar, but it was a good exercise for them, and it kept them engaged on really tough days of the school year.

I looked at the directions to Robert's house once we pulled into Lake Carpenter. It looked vaguely familiar, but it had been years. I wouldn't have remembered how to get to his house exactly. As we approached, I remarked that one up ahead looked familiar. Indeed. The directions indicated I was correct. We pulled into the drive.

We carried our bags to the front door. I pulled the envelope with the house keys out of my suitcase. Once inside, we took a quick look around.

"This is really nice, Trent," Mike said, smiling. "I love it."

"Me too," I said, wrapping my arms around him. "This should be great."

We carried in the last things.

"Well, since you bought enough food for a week, I assume we will fix something for lunch here."

"Yes."

We put away the fresh fruit and beverages in the fridge. Makings for sandwiches were left out as we were about to make lunch. Robert had told me where to find charcoal, so I thought we would grill chicken tonight and steaks tomorrow. Chips and cereal were placed on the counter, along with a bag of microwave popcorn.

I pulled out the small vanilla candle and placed it on the coffee table.

"You thought of everything," he said.

"I'm not sure how good Wi-Fi is here," I said.

"I have NO work to do, so I'm fine with that. I have a few bars here, so if I have to make a phone call, I should be fine. That's all I need. I didn't even bring a laptop."

"Me neither," I said.

It was a bit too early to eat, so we looked over the whole house. It wasn't huge. Two bedrooms, one a master with a bath and a smaller one with a full bed and a set of bunk beds. A bathroom off the hall was there too. The kitchen was large enough and the rest of the place was basically a large room with a dining table closer to the kitchen and a living room that had a television, a couch and a loveseat. It had a very wooded finish, which felt right for the lake. There was a fireplace, but we would have no need for that in June.

"Oh wow," Mike said, looking out the backdoor.

We stepped outside. The back deck overlooked the lake from about 12 feet up, at least at the level it was now. We saw a few people boating. Steps from the back deck went down to water level where a pier jutted out into the lake. Three houses shared that, both of them to our right. A grouping of trees and shrubs divided houses into their own specific space. The houses weren't significantly distanced, but still far enough away to feel private. The deck had two rocking chairs and two Adirondack chairs. A couple of tables would make enjoying drinks easy.

"I say we celebrate. I brought a bottle of wine in my suitcase. How about we start off our weekend with a glass?" Mike proclaimed.

"Why not?" I said, thinking this was a suitable time to enjoy a drink.

He went inside. Two minutes later he stepped outside with two glasses of cabernet. He set them down.

"Wine isn't necessarily a college drink. How did you learn to appreciate it?" Mike asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Occasions probably. I attended things with my parents. Even when I was 19, they would allow me to have a glass, particularly since they knew it was a celebration and I wouldn't be driving. A lot of relative weddings, I guess. I loved champagne instantly. Every now and then I would buy a bottle after I turned 21. It felt so "grown up" to drink wine and not just beer, you know? I just like it."

"I learned to appreciate it when I waited tables during college. We were supposed to know the wine list and be able to make recommendations. They let us sample and I soon learned I preferred it over beer."

"And the white Russians?"

"Uck! Ha. That was my partying drink at the night clubs. It just went down so easy."

"Did you go clubbing a lot?" I asked him.

"Only my senior year. When I turned 21, I first went to straight clubs with friends, but even there, I would see guys dancing with each other. I watched them. I knew I wanted to do it. Eventually a gay friend took me to a gay bar. I was hooked. I loved dancing, I loved being with men. And ... I burned through a lot of money. I was trading out meals for ramen because I spent so much going out. When you're young, you don't always make the wisest decisions."

I sat quiet.

"I haven't said anything wrong, have I?" Mike asked.

"No. Every now and then, the age difference hits me. Not that it is a problem — for me! — but ... I suppose it's only natural for me to wonder how you look at me."

"I look at you as the best thing to happen to me all year," he said.

He raised his glass and we clinked them together.

"I love you," we both said at the same time.

For early June, it was expected to be fairly warm. So far it was quite nice out, but the sun would move to shine on us soon. Luckily, we should have a nice sunset later.

Sandwiches, chips and a couple of bananas made for a simple lunch. Following that, I texted Robert to let him know we arrived, everything seemed to be in order and that we would take the utmost care of his place.

"Enjoy yourselves," he texted back.

After lunch, we decided to walk a bit and enjoy the views of the lake. It was fairly warm, so we didn't stay out too long. In the last 10 minutes, Mike took his arm and wrapped it around me as we walked. I reached over and did the same. There weren't many people who could see us, but we weren't doing anything scandalous. It would have been obvious we were a couple, and we seemed okay with that.

Once back inside, we reclined on the couch together. I laid in front of him, and he wrapped his arm around me. After a few minutes, I could hear a slight wheeze behind me, and I knew Mike had slipped off into a quick nap. Since I had been up earlier than expected, I tried to do the same. It was hard though. Me in his arms, us in this lovely place, our first time away — it was all just blissful. I couldn't get that out of my mind. Eventually, I drifted off.

Around 3:30 I woke first. I was content to lie in his arms even though I needed to hit the bathroom. As I rested in my contentment, I looked around the room, noting the details of the furniture, the wall hangings, the fireplace ... How nice it must be to have just a second home like this. I couldn't imagine ever making enough money to have two homes. I hoped one of these new job opportunities would just let me make enough to pay rent. I looked at the box he had brought in.

Mike stirred behind me.

"Mmmm," he purred in his gradual movements, squeezing me tight. I knew his eyes weren't even open.

My arm held his, pressing it to my chest even more. We stayed reclined, not motivated to get up. After a few more minutes, I turned in his arms to face him. We stared at each other in the face and kissed. Like we do, we kissed for several minutes. I put my hand along his beard. We moaned in our kissing. His hand reached down to fill my crotch. His touch confirmed that I was quite hard. He kept it there, fondling my organ through my shorts. We kissed some more, and he let his hand slip inside the waistband and grip my erection.

"So," he said within kissing my lips. "Should we see how many times we can have sex in 24 hours?"

I chuckled.

"I'm not sure about that, but I am looking forward to tonight."

"Mm hm," he said.

"I gotta pee," I said and got up to go to the bathroom.

I waited a minute for my hard-on to go down. Eventually I managed to drain my bladder. When I returned to the couch, Mike had unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He was shirtless. And hot as hell.

"Someone isn't wanting to wait until tonight."

"I am," he said. "I was just hoping you could tease me a bit."

I got on my knees at the foot of the couch and took his dick into my mouth. For two or three minutes I sucked on his erection. His subtle sounds conveyed approval.

"Okay, I have plans for tonight, so I'm not bringing you off," I said as I removed my mouth from his stiffened organ.

"That was fine, babe," he said. "I appreciated the attention."

Both our phones buzzed. It was Lance.

"So, are you two lounging around naked, being the sexiest men at the lake?"

"There you go. You should have come here with Lance. It could have been a Guinness World Record Sexfest," I said, looking at my phone.

"We've only had sex four times so far but give us time. We have the whole weekend," Mike texted back.

"Why would you send him something like that? OMG! Lance is going to think about that all night. You're evil. I'm sure he would have given up his first paycheck to be here and have a three-way with us."

"He does look up to us," Mike said.

"Can you blame him?" I said. "Who wouldn't want to be us?"

I went in for a quick kiss again, and then headed toward the kitchen. I popped open a Diet Coke. I got a glass from the cabinet and was pleased to see ice in the freezer.

Walking back to the couch, I saw the box again.

"So, what's in the box?"

"Oh, that." Mike walked to get it. "On the last day of school, after telling them which teams were voted as the winners, their final assignment was to write their favorite assignment from the school year and what they liked least in the school year. I said, `I believe in each of you. You are all talented and I want you to be super successful. Believe in yourselves because I do. I value your opinion, so help me be a better teacher. What assignment did you enjoy most? And what didn't you like about my class?' I brought them along to see what they said. I thought it would be something simple to do as we relaxed."

"You also told me on the phone that you had stories," I said.

"Oh yeah! You know, I told you I try to never look at kids in terms of their sexuality and all that. I just want them to be ... them. After each period on the last day, a few of them will give me a hug. They all wish me a great summer, or some say they enjoyed my class, but I do get a few hugs. Usually girls, but occasionally a boy. Not too often. In my fourth class, this one boy — who rarely participated out loud but was a pretty good student — lingered to be the last one out. He asked if he could hug me, and I told him yes. Trent, it was like a bear hug. He squeezed me so hard and then said, `I will really miss you, Professor Terry.' I was actually moved."

"It doesn't surprise me at all, Mike. You're an awesome teacher. You really do make a difference for a lot of kids. Heaven knows I felt the same way." After saying that I wondered why I didn't hug him on the last day. I would have remembered if I had.

I went outside to locate the charcoal and fire up the grill. Mike actually had more experience with such things. We got it going. I let him grill the chicken while I went inside to work on the rest.

After setting the table, I returned to the kitchen. I hated to buy pre-bagged salad, but it just made things simpler. I added tomatoes, cucumber and some walnuts to it to jazz it up a bit. I put a container of broccoli-cheese-rice casserole into the microwave.

Soon Mike came in with the chicken cooked to perfection. I had more barbeque sauce ready. We sat down and enjoyed the meal. The two of us seemed to be in "our space." Just being together — and being away — was just a new layer of happiness. It almost scared me how perfect it was.

"I say this every year, but I can't believe summer is here," Mike said. "It always seems strange that after working most of the year, you turn in your keys and just don't come back for a couple months. It really is surreal."

"That extra time has to be a blessing."

"It is definitely one of the perks. Granted, it's a teacher's salary, so it can't compare to someone who works year-round. I definitely enjoy this benefit. If I only got off two weeks a year, I don't think I could do it. Teaching is very stressful."

"But you're so good at it!"

"Well, thanks, dear, but ... kids are kids. They can be challenging. No matter how many great kids you have, just a few can cause you a lot of turmoil. Particularly if their parents are bonkers."

"Really??"

"Ohhh yeah. Most every teacher has a lunatic parent to contend with, but the principal takes the brunt of it all."

"Aren't there good parents?"

"Oh, absolutely! Yours were great."

"Well, I hope they get better than that!"

Mike laughed. Simple, everyday conversation was becoming the norm with us. If the day came to where we did move in together, I think we would do well.

Following dinner, we took a walk the other direction. The evening sky reflected colors on the lake beautifully. I grabbed Mike's hand to hold it as we walked. We held it that way for a few minutes. He let go to put his arm around me. A car drove past us. The driver smiled seeing us arm-in-arm. Another car drove by and just gave us a weird glare. We laughed as they passed us.

Back at the house, we poured more wine and sat on the back deck.

"If we tried, do you think we could drag the couch out here?" Mike said.

I laughed hard.

"Why?"

"Because the only thing that would make this better is to be lying with you watching the sunset."

"Agreed."

"If we found a sleeping bag, we could roll it out on the pier and have sex over the water," Mike said.

"Have you been spending time with Lance?"

Mike laughed.

"People can see that, you know. They can see us here on the porch," I said.

"Until it gets dark," he said to me with a smile.

We took a selfie with the sun setting behind us. It was nice. I texted it to Lance.

"Take it again shirtless," his reply buzzed. "Jealous. Looks awesome," the next message said.

"We torment him so," I said with a chuckle.

The sun started setting below the tree line. It was quite beautiful. I reached for Mike's hand. We locked fingers and simply watched the sky. Some neighboring houses lit tiki torches at the beginning of the pier and on their deck. It was nice. It was just a hint of light that made it to our place.

"I'm happy, Trent," Mike said, reaching for his wine.

"Amen," I said back.

The night air was pleasant. The temperature was no longer warm, but also didn't have a chill. It was just right. We enjoyed the sounds of a still night. Having escaped most of the city lights, the stars were clearly in view. We finished the bottle of wine gazing at them.

When our glasses were empty, we went inside.

 

June 5

What an incredible day here at the lake house. It's romantic and peaceful and away. Spending time with Mike in such a beautiful setting has been magnificent. We have laughed and held hands and talked and been intimate. I've loved opening up to him. He seems so receptive to hear what I have to say. Occasionally I feel like I have to pry a few things out of him, but I never feel like he is hiding anything from me. Mike's very honest. I'm hoping this place continues to help bring us even closer and open up even more. I love it here.

I started turning lights out except for a lamp in the bedroom. I carried the candle into the bedroom and placed it on the nightstand. Once lit, I turned out the lamp. Candlelight was the only glow in the house.

I grabbed a towel and washcloth and placed them on the nightstand near the candle. Mike reached into his suitcase and pulled out lube and a condom.

We undressed and pulled the covers back on the bed. We spread our naked bodies out on the sheets and started caressing each other with our hands, just gentle touches floating over areas of skin on all sides. My hand hovered at Mike's ass cheek. I softly cupped it in my hand and slowly began a tender massage of his butt.

He felt my chest. I didn't have chest hair like his; it was lighter and didn't curl. His hand occasionally would drift up to my shoulder and neck, just feeling my body in an affectionate way.

We looked into each other's eyes.

"Today has been amazing," he softly said to me. "I'm enjoying it here. Thank you for bringing me."

I leaned over to kiss him. We kissed for several minutes. Our hands continued to softly grope each other. Our erections were stiff as they crashed into each other.

"Put the condom on me, please?" I asked him.

Mike spread a towel across the bed where his mid-section would lay. He ripped open the package and took out the ring of latex. We sat Indian style on the bed kissing each other. I felt the condom being placed at the tip of my cock. As Mike rolled it on my phallus, I groped his rod, which felt bedpost hard.

I rolled him onto his stomach. I was in no rush to impale him. I straddled his body and spread my hands across his back, pushing hard creating a deep massage. He groaned in pleasure. My hands moved to his shoulders, his neck, his spine — rubbing his body in sensual pressure.

"The candle smells nice," he said, his face smushed into the pillow. "Your hands are wonderful, babe."

I continued to massage him. I turned my body around and gripped his ass, then let my hands stretch down his legs, massaging those muscles before finally rubbing his feet. He groaned in delight at that.

I turned back around and reached for the bottle of lube. In the candlelight, I watched it drip into his ass crack. It startled him for a second. I got more on my finger and rubbed his crevice gently. I made small circles at the entrance of his hole. He stiffened briefly as a finger moved inside him. I worked it up and down inside him. He relaxed but slightly jolted again as two fingers entered. Before long, I heard a gentle moan. I lathered my sheathed erection with generous lube.

"Can I be inside you?" I breathlessly whispered into his ear.

He nodded. I placed my cock at the pucker of his tunnel. Gently, I let the head enter him. His body lurched. He called out, not in a good way. I pulled back.

"Relax for me, baby," I softly said.

I moved my dick to his hole to enter again. Slowly I moved a couple inches in. He gripped the pillow. I knew it hurt. I hated the thought of hurting him. I gently receded but didn't take all of my cock out. Gradually I moved my cock in a little deeper. I laid down on top of him. My hands grabbed his hands. He gripped them tight. I moved my cock in further. After a moment, I could feel the tension leave his body.

"Slide it all the way in, babe," he said back to me.

I pushed my pelvis forward and felt every inch of my dick move inside him. We both called out in pleasure.

"You okay, babe?" I checked.

He nodded again. I lifted my body onto my elbows and started sliding my cock in and out in a slow rhythm. Mike moaned a little, so I knew he seemed to be okay. With each thrust I moved a little deeper, a little harder. Moving faster, I began thrusting my waist more vigorously.

"Ohhh, Trent. Oh yeah. Fuck me."

My cock felt good inside him. I changed my position to lock my arms under his. I slammed my crotch into his ass with my fucking. My lubed-covered dick moved up and down his manly channel. I grunted loudly. My face was close to his ear. My moans in his ear almost came off as whines as my cock kept pushing and pushing. Thrusting every inch of my love into him just made me feel harder.

"Yeah," he called back. "Keep fucking me, Trent."

Our bodies were pressed together. Locked. Hot. Melded. We both weren't using many words, just grunting and groaning. The sensations pulsing through my erection were charged. The stimulation to my manhood was starting to peak. I pushed harder. One thrust seemed to go particularly deep. Mike called out my name. I inhaled the moment — the aroma of the candle, the smell of the lube, the musk of my crotch and the essence of Mike's skin. It was intoxicating. My cock throbbed. It felt burning red. I thought I might come soon.

"Trent, hold on. I want to ride you," Mike said.

I stopped fucking him. I pulled my cock out, and we switched positions. I laid on my back and Mike positioned his ass above my mast. He lowered his body onto the tower, momentarily tensing as I penetrated his body. He breathed a moment and exhaled deeply. He then slid all the way down my pole. I was in him deep.

"Oh! Fuck yeah!" he said.

Mike moved up and down my shaft. His ass squirmed to heighten the sensations inside him. As he rode me, I reached for his cock, which was bouncing playfully in the candlelight in front of me. I pulled on it. He groaned, feeling pleasure from both sides of his hips.

"I feel so good inside you, Mike," I said loudly. "I love fucking you."

"Oh baby, I feel so good too. I love you inside me."

Both of us moaned and groaned at each thrust and each movement. Stimulation was at full throttle. I didn't think a neighboring house could hear us through the windows, but we didn't care. We screamed out our love and lust and pleasure. Perspiration started to form on Mike's neck and shoulders. I felt a moisture on my chest. We were on fire. As Mike rode my dick, I thrust my crotch into his ass. We crashed in a powerful surge of sexual frenzy.

Mike grabbed his cock and started yanking it violently. He somehow found a higher volume.

"Oh fuck! Oh God! Trent, fuck me. Fuck me, baby! Oh yeah!!"

I was close. Subconsciously I wished I weren't wearing a condom so that when I came, I knew it would be spurting up inside him. But it still felt incredible. My hips were a jackhammer, and I pounded his ass. I groaned as I felt my orgasm rise deep in my groin. Mike arched his back and his neck strained as he looked at the ceiling. His eyes closed. His hips writhed on my erection as it jolted in and up inside him. our moaning was so loud, so in sync.

He leaned over me and looked in my face again. Our expression were a mix of happy smiles and pleasurable lust.

"I'm close, Mike. My cock feels so good inside you. I'm close!"

"Oh Trent. I'm gonna come. FUCK YEAH!"

Mike shot a stream of cum to my face so hard, it was intense.

"Wow, babe! Come on me! Yes!"

Shot after shot, Mike fired cum across my chest. He screamed in enthusiastic pleasure. It brought me to climax.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah!! Mike, I'm coming in you. Oh yeah, I'm coming. Oh baby, I'm coming inside you!"

We both continued screaming and gasping, long after our cocks stopped ejaculating. Our faces were flushed, and our breathing was struggling to find enough air.

We inhaled a big intake of oxygen and relaxed a bit. Mike had not moved off me. My cock was still inside him. I felt he wanted it to stay that way. We smiled at each other.

"Oh, baby. That was really great," he said to me with an appreciative grin. He sounded so masculine as he voiced those words. "Your cock inside me was a superb way to kick off the summer."

"It's still in there," I grinned. "Are you good?"

"I have no desire to have it leave me. If you wish to keep sliding it around, that's fine with me."

"Well, it will eventually stop being hard," I said.

He chuckled and wiggled his ass around my dick. He still let out a soft moan.

"So, tomorrow night on the pier then?" he joked.

"Sure. We can watch the lights come on around the lake one at a time."

We laughed together. He slid off me and my penis finally was removed from his ass. I walked to the bathroom and pulled off the condom. Wrapping it in a tissue and throwing it away, I wiped off my chest with the towel. I raised it to my face to get the first launch of cum off my cheek. My cock was still throbbing from the orgasm. It was extreme tonight.

We brushed our teeth and returned to bed.

"Can I hold you, baby?" I asked.

"Absolutely."

I blew out the candle, and Mike wriggled into my arms, resting his head on my shoulder. I could feel the beard on his chin tickle my chest. I placed one of my hands alongside his face.

He gave a long exhale. "Ohhh, Trent, I love you so much. Today was really wonderful."

"It sure was. And thanks for letting me ... be inside you. Hopefully, your butt will not be upset with us tomorrow."

"I'll keep it in line."

"I love you too. You're the best thing in my life," I told him.

He leaned up to kiss me. We kissed for a couple minutes, and then he returned to place his head on my shoulder. His arm was around my chest. Both my arms wrapped around his body. For a second, my eyes welled with tears. I was that happy.

"What time is the alarm set for?" he joked.

"Noon."

 

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