Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2023 21:32:29 +0100 (CET)
From: Quinton Brock <bquinn2021@tutanota.com>
Subject: Lincoln's Adventure Chapter 3       Gay/Adult/Youth

Lincoln's Adventure


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Chapter 3 -- Building the Boathouse

It was shortly after the ice came off the lake when Lincoln arrived with
the blueprints for the boathouse. He began by marking off where it was to
go then called the contractor to do the footings. It was a lot of work as
they had to dam off the lake to pour the concrete footings but soon the
foundation was set. Lincoln did some of the work himself, but he mostly
hired men to do all the heavy work. Soon the floors were in, the walls up
and the roof was on.

By late June, the final nail was pounded and all that was left was the
cleanup and it was a month later when Lincoln was fishing, that a young
boy paddled his boat up to him. At first, he thought an angel appeared as
he was extremely easy on the eyes. He had never seen him before but could
quickly tell he was a friendly boy with a ready smile on his face. He
looked around eleven or twelve and was wearing nothing but a tiny red
speedo; nothing except for the sheen of suntan lotion on his smooth skin.
The boy didn't seem to be aware of how he was affecting the man as he
was very curious about how the man could catch so many fish.

After catching and releasing another one, Lincoln paused and introduced
himself to the boy. Getting a positive response, he started explaining
the art of fly fishing but as the boy didn't have a fly rod, Lincoln
could only help him try to figure out how best to fish with his spin
casting rod.

Back at his cabin, Lincoln watched the boy paddle down the lake after
fishing, wishing he could have had the incredibly sexy angel visit longer
or even come to his cabin. Alas, it would be a nice fantasy to have later
that night the man thought. After all, what boy would want to climb into
bed with a wrinkled old man.

It was a week later when, to Lincoln's surprise, the boy in the boat,
came ashore. Lincoln's heart jumped when he saw `the angel' leapt knee
deep into the water and wade onto land. He was bare foot with his toes
squishing the moist moss under his feet. "Hi Lincoln" he said casually
as he pulled his boat ashore. "I met you on the lake the other day" the
boy reminded him.

"Well, hello good looking. I see you're wearing the same outfit today
as the last time I talked to you." Lincoln let his eye's take in the
slender, almost naked boy. "So, what brings you by today?"

"Well, I saw you doing lots of work around your cabin, so I guess we're
neighbor's, kind of, and well I thought I'd stop in and say hi" Dart
finished by shrugging his bare shoulders. He wanted to say more but for
some reason, he thought he should shut up and listen to what the man
would say.

"Well, thanks for stopping in, it's Dart, right?" Lincoln already knew
the answer but didn't know what else to say still shocked the boy came
ashore.

"Yeah," responded the boy enthusiastically, happy the man remembered
his name.

"Well, I appreciate you dropping by as I don't have many guests
anymore. So, how's the fishing?"

"Awesome" the boy happily responded, "and thanks for the flies,
they're working really well. I was wondering if you bought them at the
general store because I wanted to buy some more but couldn't remember
what they were called" the boy replied.

Lincoln noticed how the boy wasn't greased up with sunscreen today.
Although he liked the shiny look the boy gave off in the sunshine, in the
shade of the trees, he could really see the natural beauty of the boy. As
much as he liked the shiny skin look, he appeared as sexy or even sexier
than the other day when they met on the lake.

"Actually," the man began, "I tie my own flies."

"Oh" was the disappointed reply. "I was hoping to buy some more..." he
finished.

"Well, I have lots more, would you like some?"

"Really, I'll pay you for them" he cheered up.

"I'll tell you what," he paused as if to think. "How would you like
to tie some yourself?" Lincoln asked.

"Really!" came the excited reply. "you would teach me?"

"Yes, now to do that, you'll have to come into the boathouse with me.
Are your parents okay with that?"

"Yeah, they don't care as long as I make it home for supper" was the
enthusiastic reply as the almost naked boy followed the man into the
boathouse.

After taking him up to the loft and sitting him at the hobby desk,
Lincoln moved in close to show the boy how to begin. Dart looked about
the cabin, which was upstairs from the boat, and notice a door leading
into a bedroom.

"Do you live here?" the inquisitive boy asked.

"Not in here but up at the house. I'm usually at the cabin most of the
year but go down to the city for the three coldest months of winter. I
don't normally have many visitors, but should one come by; they can stay
here in the loft. Do you want to see the place?" he asked pointing to
the kitchen.

"Sure" was the excited reply as he rose out of his chair.

"Okay, so this is my hobby room where I tie my flies for the upcoming
season and use it as my man cave. I've set up a home theater system to
relax and watch movies and added the reclining chair and sofa for comfort
and naps" he smiled.

"Cool!" Dart responded.

"And in here is the bedroom also with a TV and stereo system."

"Wow, big bed" exclaimed the awestruck boy as he walked into the
bedroom. Lincoln chuckled as he thought the boy may have never saw a king
size bed before, but Dart was thinking different thoughts. His penis was
rock hard, so he tried to cover it as much as possible with his hands.

After walking through the bedroom they entered another door where Lincoln
explained, "and this is the bathroom"

"Wow, it's huge too" Dart stated as he looked at the two head walk-in
shower. "You wouldn't have any problem getting clean in that shower"

"No, you wouldn't." All Lincoln could think of is how nice it would be
to have a shower with the beautiful boy beside him.

They departed the bathroom through a second door into the kitchen. "The
kitchen has all the necessities and an island in the middle, not to
mention its own access to the bathroom" he finished pointing to the door
they just came through. It's what's called a `Jack & Jill' bathroom.
Two ways of entering, one from the bedroom and one from the kitchen. Both
doors have locks so if someone is using it, they could lock the other
door so no one could walk in on them" he smiled to the boy.

"Good idea" the boy smiled back as Lincoln walked him back into the
hobby slash, man cave and sat him again at the fly-tying table.

Dart quickly picked up the new skills and started asking questions as to
why he did certain things. The man found he enjoyed showing the boy, how
to tie a fly. He had to switch back and forth with the boy so he could
better explain certain techniques at times. He showed the boy all the
materials he used to tie the flies and would lean in every chance he had,
to demonstrate a special technique. This gave him the opportunity to
smell the sweet scent that all twelve-year-old boy's seem to give off.

Often his arm would brush against the boys back or he would rest his palm
on his slender shoulder while offering encouragement to his young
protégé. Once when his hairy arm brushed the boy's neck, he thought he
noticed the boy shiver.

All Lincoln could think about was how wonderful it would be to lie naked
with this gorgeous boy. What he didn't know was Dart was thinking
similar thoughts, only it was the old man he envisioned lying in bed with
so he could touch the man all over. While all this was going on in each
of their minds, the boy was silently wishing the man would somehow ask
him to join him on the bed. After all, it was only one room away, but the
boy brushed it off as silly to expect a man to be interested in a boy
that way. Besides, he was way too shy to suggest that idea himself.

Dart's first attempt at tying a fly wasn't very successful in his eyes
but Lincoln told him he did very well for his first try and to be sure to
give it a try the next time he was fishing to see if it would catch a
fish. "All it will take is practice" the man said reassuringly to the
boy. Dart told Lincoln he didn't have any place to practice tying flies,
so when he mentioned this, Lincoln leapt at the opportunity to suggest a
one-hour practice session one or two days a week to teach him the
necessary skills to be more successful at tying his own flies.

With the boy nodding his head and both of them smiling, they agreed on a
2 to 3 pm visit Tuesday's and Thursdays as it would be too hot to fish
on the lake anyhow plus it would give them a cool spot to get out of the
sun. Dart begrudgingly left with two of his own, pathetic flies but was
happy with four of Lincoln's beautifully tied flies to continue fishing.

After the hour of fly-tying, the boy was excited because he learned how
to tie his own flies and at the same time, he could be close to a man
friend again, and that was the best thing about spending the hour
together. The man was also excited because he could be with a sexy boy
for an hour, not once but twice a week, plus get all the free smells of
his boy scent that his nose could handle, not to mention the occasional
hand on skin contact that sent sparks through the man's body each time.

Both were a happy and sad when it was time for Dart leave that first day.
Happy because during their conversations, they discovered they had a lot
of fun talking about different and varied topics, but sad because there
were only two more weeks left in his summer vacation before Dart would
have to go home.

Even though they saw and chatted to each other while fishing on the lake,
it didn't seem like quite enough for the man or the boy. As agreed, each
Tuesday and Thursday at 2, Dart arrived for his fly-tying lesson. He
looked forward to the hour of shared time with the older man. They talked
about a lot of different things other than tying fly and fishing. Lincoln
found out Dart had a Grandfather, who he grew up with but now lived with
his mom and her boyfriend. The good part was they lived in the same city.
The boy also disclosed that his Grandpa died the previous year. The man
felt sad for the boy and also could see the underlying love between him
and his Grandpa.

On the last day of fly tying, Dart showed up in a different speedo. This
one had a navy-blue bottom with vertical red and white strips around his
waist. It had what looked like a waist belt that was about 2 inches deep
and the lower half was a navy blue that really outlined the boy's `V'
shape of his crotch, emphasizing his penis. It also rose high on the
outside of his hips to better show off the boy's coltish legs.

"You obviously love wearing Speedos." Lincoln observed, "Is that
because you are in a swim club or do you just like Speedos?" Lincoln
asked as casually as he could on their last afternoon.

"Well, both actually" Dart explained. "I am on a swim team, and I like
wearing Speedos. They just feel good" the boy innocently shrugged his
bare shoulders.

"So, are you a good swimmer?" the old man asked.

"Well, I've won a few races and my coach wants me to compete in the
next level because I'm not challenged enough" the boy finished with
finger quotation marks with the `challenged enough' statement. "So, I
guess I'm pretty good" Dart finished shrugging his shoulders again.

"So, when you get back home, do you wear the Speedo all the time there
too?" Lincoln ventured, thinking nothing gained by not asking.

Smirking, the boy replied "No!" thinking the older man was playing with
him. "I only wear it during the summer, while I'm at the lake. Boy,
everyone would think I'm a loony if I wore it at home all the time" the
boy finished as if the older man didn't understand.

"Well, I think you could wear it all year round, and if you were living
with me, that's all you'd wear" the older man winked at him letting
him know he was kidding.

"It might be awful cold in the middle of December" Dart smiled back as
he thought how nice it would be to live with this wonderful man and wear
a speedo all the time for Lincoln to look at him.

"Okay, I guess you're right there" the man admitted.

Lincoln was incredibly grateful for every precious minute he got to spend
with the boy. He loved the boy's dark summer tan and the occasional
glances he'd get of the boy's very white butt when he bent over to
retrieve something. He admired his slender frame and could only imagine
what it would feel like to touch or caress his smooth skin. It was nice
while it lasted Lincoln thought to himself. Look but don't touch, was
his motto and he was going to stick to it, for now at least.

"So, are you going to be coming back to the lake next year?" he asked
apprehensively.

"Well, I hope so. We have for the past three summers, and I doubt it
will be any different next year." Dart surmised.

"Great; then I'll look forward to tying more flies with you and doing
more fishing together" the old man winked again.

"Really?" Dart shot back in surprise. "I think that would be great
too!"' the excited boy announced.

"So, do you have any pictures of you swimming?" Lincoln asked.

"I have some at home" the boy innocently replied.

"Well, I hope you will bring some back to the lake with you next year,
I'd love to see them." Lincoln hoped he wasn't sounding too much like
a perv.

"If you want to give me your email, I can send you some" Dart added. He
wanted to stay connected with the older man and thought this might be a
good way to do that.

Lincoln couldn't believe his luck and quickly found a pen and a scrap of
paper to write down his email address. Handing it to the boy, he said
"it doesn't look like you have any pockets so hang on to it."

Without a second thought, Dart folded the paper and tucked it inside his
Speedo. The old man saw the Speedo pull away from the front of the boy's
hip and glanced as far down as he could see. What he did see was
exceptionally smooth, white skin on the front of the boy's hip but
disappointingly, nothing else as the suit quickly snapped back into place
holding the piece of paper securely against his hip.

"Don't forget it's in there or it may get wet" Lincoln warned, to be
sure the boy didn't lose his email address when he was getting ready to
leave.

"I won't and thanks for everything" the boy sang out as he turned to
head out to his boat. Dart wanted to give the man a hug but again
chickened out.

Somehow it felt very lonely and quiet as Lincoln pushed the boat from
shore. With a final wave, he sadly watched the boy paddle away.

After the summer, Dart's mom and Jason would continue to party almost
every day. Unfortunately, Dart did not have a tent set up in the back
yard in the city, so had to hide in his room. Sometimes his mom couldn't
drive him to swim meets and it really bothered him when he missed his
first swim meet. Coach Johnson, his swim coach, started picking him up
and take him to practice and swim meets after the boy missed the first
meet because his mom was passed out.

Dart liked coach a lot and thought it would be nice if coach would touch
him like Grandpa did. Unfortunately for Dart, Coach never did. Even
though the boy showed his naked body to coach at every opportunity he
could, coach never responded. Just like Jason, coach never showed any
interest in that way towards the boy. He wished he could go fishing with
Lincoln again. Lincoln liked him; he could tell.

After his second week back to school, he remembered Lincoln had asked for
some pictures of him swimming. His hopes returned at the thought of
emailing him some pics, so he started searching through his many albums.
Only after picking what he thought was his sexiest picture, did he send
him an email with it attached. It was a picture coach had taken of him
when he was climbing up the ladder as he exited the pool. He liked his
smile and how his body looked with the water running off him. The only
thing he would have like better, was if he were naked for Lincoln to see.
After sending the photo attached to his email he wondered what Lincolns
response would be if he did send him a nude pic of himself. He shivered
at the thought and his penis went rock hard.



Comments are always appreciated. email: bquinn2021@tutanota.com

Quinton Brock