Date: Fri, 27 May 2005 06:05:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Swim Float (Part 1)

Purely a work of fiction. The subject matter involves sexual activity
between an adult male and a young boy. Should this topic offend you, or be
of no interest to you, then move on. The laws of some states require you to
be 18 to read this type story, but, wtf, if your under 18, and want to read
it, go for it!


During the past year, following my separation from military service, I had
been working on temporary status as an independent contractor at a large
communication firm in California. The project I was involved in had
completed the previous week, and I was laid off. I had heard of some work
opportunities in Utah, so I loaded my sparse belongings into my cab-over
camper, and set out toward Utah, figuring I would take a few days vacation
camping along the way.

It was mid-afternoon of my third day on the road, and I started looking for
a camp spot for the night. I spotted a road sign advertising a smallish
R.V. park called WrightsLlake, and took the turnoff, figuring to check out,
and stay a day or 2 if I liked the setup. I pulled into the office parking
lot, and parked the truck, walking around some to look the place over. It
looked clean and neat, with maybe 35 or so camp sites, well separated by
large pines and assorted forest foliage. Several of the sites fronted a
really nice mountain lake, good sized, though not huge, which appealed
greatly to me, an avid swimmer since my early youth. I noted a good sized
sandy beach, and a swim float anchored maybe half of a mile or so from the
shore, approximately in the center of the lake. Cool, I decided, that
distance makes a great workout for muscles fairly well cramped from too
many hours in the truck. I decided to check-in, so I walked back to the
office.

I entered, and was greeted by a woman in her mid-fifties, who handed me a
registration card, and pen, in exchange for my credit card. As I filled out
the information, we chatted about the place, and the weather. She informed
the weather had been nice, if somewhat warmer than usual, particularly
during the overnight hours, which she claimed to be unusual for the area,
at about 4000 feet of elevation. She further cautioned me regarding the
boundaries of the private boys camp that was located on the opposite
shoreline of the lake, informing me that the management of the camp was
quite aggressive in protecting the sanctity of their private retreat for
the young sons, aged 12 to 16, of mostly affluent families. I assured her
that I would fully respect the property lines of the camp facility, and
that I was primarily interested in the Lake, rather than the surrounding
woods.  She assigned me a lake front site, and I steered the truck to the
location, and set up my camper.

With camp squared away, I changed into some swim trunks, put 3 beers and
some ice in the small draw-string bag that I had just for that purpose, and
grabbed a towel, heading down the short path to the beach area. The manager
lady had been correct, it was, indeed, very warm, and I seriously looked
forward to a refreshing swim, and the associated exercise. I spread out my
towel, and went for a short, brisk, swim, doing a rapid crawl about half
way to the float. I paused, and treaded water, looking at the float, and
the opposite shoreline of the lake. There were half a dozen or so boys on
the float, diving off, and climbing back aboard, only to dive off,
again. The far shore was dotted with numerous other boys involved in
various activities, and I surmised this was the rich-boys summer camp the
manager had mentioned. Being a devout gay male of 27 years old, and one who
had always held a strong, but unrequited, attraction to boys of the early
teen variety, I was sorely tempted to swim on out to the float, and check
out the eye candy, but decided against it, and returned to my own shore,
stretching out on my towel, and sipping a cool beer. I continued to watch
the boys on the float, though the distance was too great to see much
detail, only that they were obviously typical of young, slim, American boys
at play, and not wearing a great deal in the way of clothing. I sighed, and
closed my eyes, my memory taking me back to the days of my own teens, and
Summer camps, and the early sexual experimentation that went with it. Had
God ever invented a better venue for horny teen boys, than to thrust them
closely together at Summer Camp, with all of its temptations, like group
showers, dorm sleeping, and fully fraught with dozens of opportunities to
view naked, young, lads, with all of their raging hormones in full attack
mode? I think not!

After sunning a while, I grew overly warm again. Gazing outward at the
float, I noted it was now vacant, so I slung my beer-bag around my neck,
and plunged into the cooling water, making strong strokes for the float. I
arrived, and hoisted myself aboard, sitting on the edge with my feet
dangled into the cool water, and popped a top, inhaling deeply of the nice,
chilled, beer. I surveyed the R.V. Park from this perspective, and decided
that I was, indeed, glad that I had decided to stop over. It was a small
mountain paradise, and I felt more relaxed than I had in some time. As I
sat drinking in the pleasantness of the scene before me, I became aware of
the float rocking, and some splashing noises, behind me. I turned sideways,
and encountered a young boy scaling the ladder, and climbing aboard the
float. Oh my, I thought, isn't HE straight out of one the many boy
fantasies that make up the bulk of my jack-off fodder! Cute as hell, maybe
13, or 14, tops. The wet, scraggly, hair a light brown color, very sun
bleached, worn longish, probably enough to cover the small ears, when
dry. He was looking directly at me, and I noted with a small shudder the
Azure blue of his eyes, almost turquoise, actually, the small, puggish nose
perched above a pouty mouth, and very full, lush, lips. He smiled, and in
doing so, displayed two rows of perfect, snow-white teeth, and incredible
dimples denting both smooth cheek. I let my eyes wander down the length of
the boy, and my breath caught in my throat, as I took in his lean,
perfectly hairless, young body. His skin was golden brown with suntan,
slightly puffy, nickel-sized nipples dotted his otherwise blemish free
chest. His tummy was flat, though soft, no six-pack abs showing, and its
center contained a just-too-cute little "inney" navel. The wet swim trunks
were clingy, and I clearly saw the definition of his boy cock swelling out
the wet material just left of center, apparently about 3+ inches or so, and
the full looking lump below that would be his nice sized boy balls. I gazed
on down, and noted the well toned, and tanned legs, appearing hairless as
well, and ending at his trim ankles, and smallish feet. Yummy, I decided,
just yummy! I dragged my eyes back to his face, and returned the smile he
was giving me, and said, "Hey...welcome aboard, Dude!"

He chuckled a little, and shook his head side to side, water spraying in
all directions, and answered, "Hey, back....thanks...I'm Chris...from the
camp, over there." He indicated the shoreline over his shoulder, and I
nodded, then, replied, "Cool...I'm Rick, and I'm staying at the R.V. park,
over there." And I indicated the opposite shore. Chris giggled at that,
saying, "Yea...right...figures...I mean...I know you're not from MY camp!" I
chuckled, and said, "Nope...sadly...that's true!" he looked at me a little
strange, then said..."Huh?" I chuckled again, and answered, "Nothin,
Dude...just kidding...thinking that spending all Summer at a camp filled with
young hotties like you would seriously be a good thing for an old fart like
me!" The look, again, then the killer grin, and, "Ahh..got ya...yea...right!"
I let it drop then, and patted the float beside me, saying, "Pull up some
float, Chris...have a seat." He stepped across the small distance between
us, and dropped down beside me, letting his feet drop to the water, his
bare thigh brushing against my own. I felt my cock jump at the contact, and
grow somewhat thicker in my trunks.

"You're not actually an old fart, Dude." He smiled at me, and I laughed,
saying, "Well, thanks, Chris, but...by comparison to you I probably am...when
I was your age, I thought anyone 27 was, like, waaay over the hill!" he
giggled that cute sound again, and my dick stiffened a bit more, then,
said, "Naw, Dude....27 rocks....wish I was older, actually!" I looked at the
cutie, and asked, "Really...no way...you're at the perfect age...what...13,
14?" He nodded his cute head, and answered, "Yea...14..just turned,
actually." I raised my beer in a toast, and said, "Cool....happy birthday,
Chris 14!" And I sucked in a cool swallow, deftly adjusting my swelling
cock in my trunks. He saw me, but said nothing, then gazed at my beer, and
squeaked, "Could I have a drink, Rick...I really like beer!" I looked at
him, and melted under the power of the Azure blue eyes, pushing the beer
toward him, and saying, with a chuckle, "You won't rat me out to the Fed's
back at camp, will you, Chris...for letting you sip my beer?" He took it
from me, and tossed back a big gulp, then another, and handed it back. "No
way, Dude....not moi'...I don't tell those dweebs none of the really good
stuff!" And he sizzled me again, with the blue eyed grin. "Cool....way to
be, Dude!" I answered. He held up his palm toward me, and I slapped it, a
hi-five among us beer drinking buds!

I turned a little, looking toward the boy's camp shoreline, and didn't see
anyone near the raft. I turned back, and our leg contact increased with the
maneuver, and I noted that Chris didn't move to separate us. I handed the
half-full beer back to him, and said, "Keep it, Bud, I've got one left
here." His gorgeous blue eyes flashed, and his perfect white teeth gleamed
in the sunlight, and he said, "Awesome....most cool, for sure!" I chuckled,
and dug out my last beer, popping the tab, and liberally spraying foam all
over the boy's chest, and lap! "Oh Shit...sorry, Dude!" I yelped, and
reached out my hand to wipe at the beer spray on his incredibly smooth
chest. He laughed, and leaned back on his hands, fully exposing that satin
smooth chest to my wandering hand, and I continued to rub his chest, my
fingers grazing across his small, slightly puffy, nipples. "Not a problem
Dude!" he answered, "Feels kinda nice, actually!" His cute nipples grew
firm, then stiff under my probing fingers, and he sighed, making no
objection to the contact, and I let my hand wander downward, lightly
fingering his soft tummy. "Nice tan, Chris...must be getting lots of sun!"
He looked down at himself, and at my wandering hand lightly caressing his
skin, and grinned again. He reached down, and lifted the elastic waist band
of his swim suit, tugging it out, and down enough that I could see the
smattering of dark pubes that sprouted above his dick, and showed me his
tan line, the skin of his groin much whiter than the rest of him. He let go
of the elastic, and his trunks snapped back against his skin, much to my
disappointment.

Not wanting to push matters to far, too soon, I withdrew my hand, and
commented again on his tan, and the tan line, saying with a small laugh,
"Too bad about the white skin....maybe you should just skinny-dip, and get
tan, like all over!" he giggled again, God, that's a nice sound, and even
blushed, slightly. "Actually...I do that sometimes...except it's only at
night...so no help, there!" I looked at him, and gave him a little eyebrow
wiggle, and said, "Really...skinny-dipping at night....hmmm!" He laughed, and
nodded, then said. "Yep...hot nights....I sorta sneak out...and swim out here
all nakey...it's awesome, for sure!" I chuckled, and replied, "Yea....for
sure...I love skinny-dipping too...feels great...any of your bud's join you?"
He shook his head, his now dry hair flying softly about his oval face, and
answered, "Nope...not this year, anyway." I perked up at that, and guzzled
the last of my beer, then said, "I see...but last year, maybe?" He did the
blush thing again, then, said softly, "yea...last Summer was so
awesome...but...Jason isn't working camp, this year." I watched Chris down
the last of his beer, then asked, "Jason?" He turned those blues on me
again, and said, "Yea...Jason...one of last years councilors...me and him used
to skinny-dip, and stuff, out here." I smiled, and replied, "I see....sounds
fun...how old is Jason...and...uh...define "stuff" for me, Chris." Another
blush, and again with the blues, he answered quietly, " He's like 22 or 23,
and.....just....stuff...you know...really awesome....stuff...!" He was positively
glowing from the blush, and I ruffled his soft hair, and said,
"Yea....cool...like...guy-to-guy....fun stuff,...right?" He nodded rapidly, and
squeaked, "uh huh....like that...yea!"

I said, very softly, "Very cool, Chris...and....actually...I'm seriously into
guy stuff, myself...so....um....well...like....if you ever want another
skinny-dip bud...just let me know, Dude!" He turned his head slightly, and
looked at me, a killer grin painting his boyish face, and squeaked,
"Serious, Dude....?" I nodded, and answered, "Totally!" His eyes wandered
down the length of my body, resting briefly on the swell of my trunks, then
back to meet my own dead serious eyes. After a moment of silence, he said,
very softly, "Like....tonight, maybe...like at about 11:00...it's lights out
for us at 10:00." I paused briefly, then, laid my hand on his firm upper
thigh, squeezing gently, my fingers just barely probing his firm nut sack,
and answered, "I'll bring the beer, Chris!" He giggled again, and chirped,
"Awesome!"

We parted then, Chris plunging off the float to swim back to his camp, and
I did the same in the opposite direction, warmed with the anticipation of
things to come, well after lights-out at the rich boy's camp!

(To Be Continued)
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