Date: Mon, 26 May 2014 06:22:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Prothero <emmett1120@yahoo.com>
Subject: Story submission, "Fishing with Josh", part 6 of 8

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Fishing trip with Josh - THURSDAY

       I woke up and noticed the room was darker than it had been the
previous mornings.  I figured it was early, maybe 6 AM or so. Since the
last few mornings had followed late night into early morning sex, I was not
used to waking up early.  But we'd finished early last night – before
midnight – so I woke at my usual time.  I stretched a bit in bed, and as
I did my hand brushed against Josh.  I had forgotten he was there, even
though he'd been cuddling me when I went to sleep.  As I moved my hand
along his naked body it was apparent he was on his side facing the wall,
and in the fetal position.  I thought about going for a feel of his morning
wood, but then realized that I'd promised him that I'd let him make the
moves, let him initiate sex, let him seduce me yesterday afternoon and
today.  Now tomorrow was a different story.  Friday was our last full day
at the cabin, so I planned to spend as much of it as I could and use the
honey and chocolate syrup I had bought, and lick it off of his firm, toned,
smooth, teen boy body.  But today, I had promised I'd let him control it.
So, I crawled out of bed, checked my watch for the time –nearly 6:20 –
dressed, made the coffee and got my tackle out for the morning.  I made
sure the front door was unlocked, then got my tackle and coffee and headed
down to the lakeside.  It was cool.  Cool enough that I felt the urge to
shove my hands in my fleece pockets.  The sun was rising but had yet to
touch the lake surface.  The mountains that rimmed the lake were aglow, but
the surface of the lake was calm.  I baited my hooked and cast it out into
the still water.  I glanced over at our neighbor's cabin, and could see the
boat missing from the dock, so I knew that one or both of the men were out.
I set the rod in the holder and settled into my chair.  The next couple of
hours were peaceful and idyllic.  I did catch a couple of trout, which made
it worth the time.  Eventually I started to use a lure, doing that method
of walking along the shoreline and just casting out.  I had no luck with
that.  All the time I thought about the week so far with Josh.  The
special, modified running shorts he'd worn.  The board shorts, the soccer
shorts.  The sucking, fucking and fingering.  How he'd shot a load on a
sandwich of mine.  It had been the fulfillment of many of my sexual
fantasies.  I actually felt that I could not think of anything more to do,
other than what we'd been doing, so maybe Josh had some ideas and he'd act
on them today.  I didn't know.  But I'd not force it or anything.  It was
his show today.
       I felt my stomach rumble, and checked my watch.  Almost 8 AM.
Pretty good, I thought, to have caught two trout in 90 minutes.  I noticed
that our neighbors were returning in the boat for breakfast.  They waved at
me, and the man in the middle of the boat held up the stringer: they had at
least two, maybe three.  I reached down and held up my stringer of two.  We
exchanged thumbs up, and I placed my stringer back in the water.  I was
getting hungry.  So, I grabbed my mug, and walked up to the cabin. I
entered through the kitchen door and heard the shower going.  I walked into
the bedroom and saw the bed was empty.  I quickly made it and took a step
towards the bathroom – I wanted to see his naked body.  But again I
realized that this was HIS day to make things happen, so I stopped and
returned to the kitchen.  As I poured coffee into my mug the shower
stopped, and I heard Josh get out and then drying off.  I heard a couple of
steps and then he called out my name.  I replied, and soon, Josh was
standing in the kitchen doorway, wearing the towel around his hips.  His
hair was wet and all messed up, going in every direction.  He looked so
good that I instantaneously started to get hard.  I wanted to rip that
towel off of him and take his boy meat in my mouth and eagerly suck him and
milk him dry.  But it was HIS day.
       "G'mornin'" he yawned, arching his back and placing his hands behind
his head.  I looked at his toned, half-naked body as he did, yearning again
to rip off the towel.  I took a sip of coffee to distract myself.  I pulled
down a cereal bowl and was reaching for the Cheerios box when Josh spoke
again.  "So, how come you didn't, uh, you know..." And he paused.  "Feel up
my wood this morning?"  He paused again and I looked at him.  I started to
pour the cereal in the bowl and answer him when he continued.  "And," he
said.  "You didn't come into the bathroom or come in the shower with me."
His tone of voice indicated that he was disappointed.  I put the box of
cereal away and got out the milk, and as I started to pour, I replied.
       "Well," I started.  I stepped toward him and pulled the silverware
drawer out for a spoon.  I took a spoonful of cereal, and when I finished
that off I continued.  "I didn't `cause you were facing the wall all tucked
in the fetal position, so I couldn't get to it.  And," I took another
spoonful and rudely spoke while food was still in my mouth.  "I also had
said that today was going to be `your day'.  Today would be your day to
initiate anything, or tease me, or" and I swallowed.  "you know, just
hitting on me and making it happen.  It's up to you today."  Josh stretched
a bit again, and then looked down at the floor.
       "Well, since what I want more than anything today is to" he shrugged
his shoulders slightly, "make you happy, if it'd made you happy to play
with my morning wood, that's fine.  I'm also fine with you doing whatever
you want with me today, `cause that's part of making you happy, which is
what I want to do today."
       I took another spoonful of cereal and shifted myself a bit so my
raging boner could move in its cramped quarters.  I chewed and swallowed
hastily.  "Remember that first night when you gave me the `show'?  And then
the next night when you did it again? And that whole day after that first
show when you wore your board shorts – BARELY wore you board shorts?
Remember?"  Josh gave a small nod of his head.  "That's what I'm talkin'
about."  I took another big spoonful of cereal.
       "OK." Josh said.  "There's a lot I wish I could do, but some of it I
don't feel like doing since we have, well" and he looked over towards the
white cabin.  "Nosy neighbors."  I knew what he meant.  Yes, they were nice
and had been very thoughtful and friendly, and under normal circumstances I
would have liked it.  But here I was, with a gorgeous teen boy, who was
willing and wanting to be my lover all the time, and willing to act upon
and do whatever I wanted.  And we were hindered by these nice neighbors who
were either around, or coming over to chat or invite us to something, that
Josh felt unable to really let go, except at night in the bedroom, or on
that day the neighbors were gone fishing.  Josh continued.
       "I know what you wanna do today, I mean, that you want me to, you
know, hit on you, and flirt, and give you a show all day.  And I bet you'd
love me to wear those special running shorts with the slits, or maybe just
my board shorts with hardly any of the Velcro holding them up.  And I want
to – believe me." Josh placed his hand on his chest to emphasize that
last statement.  "But," he continued, "as long as they're around," and he
pointed out towards the white cabin.  "I don't feel like I can do too much.
I mean, I'll wear my board shorts, which I know drives you nuts, but, you
know, flirting, hitting on, sitting on your lap, giving you a blowjob or
hand job, or, anything...just can't do it if they're around."  He lowered
his head and played with the knot holding his towel up.
       "And, the thing is," I started to comment, "since they're so nosy,
even if we stay in the cabin and close the blinds for privacy, they may
wonder what's up.  Sucks."  I took a deep breath.  "Means we have to wait
until tonight, and I don't wanna, you know, hold you back.  I mean, I know
you'd only hit on my or whatever you might try if we're alone.  And yeah,
we could just shut the blinds and lock the doors.  But," and I looked at
the cabin and shook my head.  And then I saw one of our neighbors coming
over.  "And here comes one of them" I said.  Josh looked out and left the
kitchen, while I waited for them to knock on the kitchen door.  I opened it
to see one of the men there.
       "Hey!  Good morning!  I saw you had some luck today."  He was warm
and congenial.  A very nice man, but becoming annoying, considering I had a
teen boy I wanted to have sex with constantly.  He continued.  "We're going
to take a drive up to Tioga Pass, maybe as far as Tenaya Lake, and have
some lunch, then fish along the Lee Vining creek.  Just thought we'd invite
you, but I know you two have probably enjoyed your `father/son' time."
Just then Josh came around the corner into the kitchen, wearing the light
blue pair of board shorts, riding low, but not sexy low like I liked it.
He was trying to be discrete.  He came up next to me, stuck his hand out
and shook our neighbor's hand.  He then moved into the door frame and spoke
to our neighbor.
       "John and I were thinking of maybe going to Bodie today, to take
some photographs."  Josh was firm, but conversational.  "Or we were
thinking of just renting a boat here for the day and trying our luck
trolling with leaded line, or dropping bait."  Josh's lie was convincing,
and actually sounded like something I'd like to do.  But I knew what he was
really doing: he was really trying to get rid of this nosy neighbor.  Our
nosy neighbor was nice, said he understood, and wished us luck today.  As
he walked away and we closed the door, I said that I liked the idea of
going to Bodie, even though I hadn't brought my camera.  Josh said he liked
it too, and that maybe we could find a place where he could give me a nice,
discrete blowjob.  I giggled at the suggestion, and commented that I didn't
think we could do anything there.  And then it hit me.  Maybe a little
outdoor adventure would be fun.  I knew there was the dirt road that ran
between the 395 and the Virginia Lakes area, and there might be some spots
along there we could get out and have some fun.  Or maybe that road that
led down into the ravine along the 395 just north of the Virginia Lakes
turnout.  I had always wanted to explore that and see what was down there.
I suggested we could go soon, or wait for after lunch.  I commented that
I'd like to have a sandwich with some special sauce on it, and Josh smiled.
       "Well," Josh started.  "I think I'll get some fishin' in for now."
And he looked out the window across the lawn to our neighbors.  He slipped
past by me in the kitchen and got his tackle, and then headed out the door.
I decided to join him, but I wanted to do lure casting, so I grabbed that
rod.  I was soon down there next to Josh.  He tossed his lure out, a nice,
straight, easy cast.  Josh was quite good at this – a good fisherman.  I
also noticed that his shorts were riding lower, and as I came up to him I
saw that he had them VERY low, resting right on his cock shaft, and loosely
tied closed.  I looked at his flat belly, with that nice big "U" shape that
toned and athletic guys get.  I felt my cock grow, but I chose to keep it,
and my lust, at bay.
       "I was thinkin'" Josh started.  "You want me to, you know, hit on
you and flirt with you, kinda like I did that first day, right?"  I agreed.
"Well, how `bout we pretend that you don't know I'm into you, or into guys,
or have done stuff with guys, or blew my coach.  So, we pretend like you
don't know.  And I pretend, you know, that I know you're into me `cause of
the way I see you checking me out – like you are now – and I figure
that you're into young guys.  So, let's pretend like nothing's happened the
last few days.  So, it'd be like me seducing you all over again."  He
looked at me as he retrieved his last cast.  He moved to his next spot,
cast his lure, and then spoke as he retrieved it.  "And then, uh, I think
we should stay here this morning, and then go to those places you were
thinkin' of this afternoon." He nodded his head towards our neighbors, who
were still getting ready to leave.  "That way, if they get back
mid-afternoon, we're not here."  He lowered his voice and looked at me.
"And we could still maybe have some fun in those places you suggested."
       I liked his thinking.  I cast out my lure and retrieved it, staring
at his fine nearly naked body as I did.  God!  He was hot this morning.
The only thing holding those shorts up was his ass and the lightly tied
drawstrings.  I was a bit concerned he'd pulled them down so low, even
though we were yards away from the neighbors.  Soon, though, I heard voices
of our neighbors as they walked towards the parking area, then the sound of
their car starting and driving away.  I looked at Josh, who was at the far
end of the run, and just smiled.  So, I was supposed to act like I was
horny for him but we'd never done anything the whole week, and then he'd
come on to me somehow.  I commented that the neighbors were gone, but I'd
give it 10-15 minutes, just in case they returned for something they
forgot.  Josh didn't respond.  After a few more minutes of casting lures
and me staring at him, which I tried to "pretend" to be discrete about it
and not let him catch me staring, Josh came close to me.
       "Hey, John," he started.  "Can I borrow your razor?"
       "You need to shave, huh?" I responded, rubbing my cheeks.
       "Yeah.  But not there.  I need to trim and shave down here."  Josh
pointed at his cock and balls, and as I looked I could see a bit of pubic
peachfuzz just at the waistband of the shorts.  I pretended to be
surprised, just as I had been a few nights before.  He continued "I like it
nice `n' smooth down there."  He looked up in my face.  "Don't you?"  I
smiled, and nodded in agreement.  I finished my retrieval of my lure and in
a nice pretend voice told him where the razor was.  Josh put his rod down
and headed towards the cabin.  About a minute later I heard Josh calling
from the front door of the cabin, asking me to help him find the razor.  I
knew he knew where it was, and the tone of his voice was more of a pretend
ignorance.  He wanted me up in the cabin too.  So, I finished my retrieval
of my lure, put the rod down and walked towards the cabin.  When I got in I
noticed that he'd shut all the blinds in the living room, and as I walked
through the bedroom into the bathroom, I noticed the blinds in the bedroom
were shut as well.  I opened up the medicine cabinet and handed the razor
to Josh.  He took it, and started to speak in an innocent, sing-song type
of voice.
       "I might need some help.  Sometimes it's hard to get to certain
places with a razor, ya know.  Doesn't always come out right. " As he said
this he reached down and tapped at his balls.  I loved how he emphasized
the words "hard" and "come".  He was playing the part up very good.  I
offered to help, using a very fatherly type of tone.  He asked if I could,
and then said he needed help with the drawstring of his shorts.  All this
simple fantasy foreplay had worked me up, and I was very hard by now.  As I
reached towards him, my hands started to tremble.  I don't know why they
were, after all, we'd sucked and fucked already. But this fantasy
playfulness was turning me on big time.  I fumbled with the drawstrings of
his board shorts, which thankfully were not tied tightly.  I seconds I had
them undone.  He then asked me to pull them down, and to be careful.  "My
dick is really hard," he said, "so be careful when you pull my shorts
down."  I was.  I opened the fly of the shorts as much as I could and his
teen meat flopped out.  Pulling the shorts to the floor was easy, and I
helped him as he stepped out of them.  He moved to the vanity where he
hopped up, presenting his nice teen cock and balls, ready for me to shave.
I flipped on the switch, and started to shave him, holding up his hard boy
cock as I shaved his lower belly, from his belly-button down.  He really
had just a bit of fuzz, so it didn't take long.  I then got on my knees
between his spread legs so I could get to his boy balls, which were big but
tight.  I managed to shave them nicely, and then even worked that area
beneath his balls that led to his asshole.  He'd moan softly as I moved and
shaved.  I finished up in just a couple of minutes, and stood up, shutting
off the razor.  I gently ran my fingers over his smoothed out belly, down
to his balls.  I felt my cock tingle and I held back the urge to bend down
and suck on his beautiful boy meat.
       "There," I said, patting his balls.  "All nice `n' clean."
       "You know," he said, reaching down and squeezing my bulge.  "When
was the last time you trimmed or shaved your pubes?"  I had to think.  It
had been earlier in the week, and he'd done it.  But it was a fantasy now,
so I told him it had been a while.  I knew I hadn't gotten a lot of hair
back down there – my pubes, when trimmed, took a while to grow back.
But I knew he'd want to "play" with this, so I pretended like it hadn't
happened during the week.
       "Maybe I should trim and shave your pubes.  Whaddya think?" Josh
asked, all innocent, yet full of sexual tone.  I agreed.  Josh reached
over, still sitting on the vanity, and tugged at my shirt.  I was still
layered from the early morning fishing, so he had to pull off a 2nd shirt.
Then he hopped off the vanity and undid my belt, pulling my jeans to my
ankles.  I kicked off my shoes and Josh helped me out of my jeans.  My cock
created a nice, large bulge in my boxer briefs, and a wet spot was evident.
Josh slipped his fingers in the waistband of my briefs and pulled them
down, releasing my fully erect cock as he pulled them to my ankles, and
then helped me step out of them.  He then patted the top of the vanity, and
I moved over to it, hopping up there.
       "You have a few hairs to trim," Josh stated as he ran his fingers
over the small amount of growth I had.  He turned on the razor and
proceeded to shave me – I didn't need to be trimmed – and he soon
finished my belly up to my navel, and then got on his knees to work on my
balls.  The entire time he held on to my rigid cock, squeezing it
occasionally.  I made little moans of delight as he did.  He was very adept
at this, and soon had my balls smooth again.
       "Hmmmmmm...", he said in a sing-song tone.  "You have a little leak
here."  He looked into my face and smiled.  He pulled my cock down towards
his face, and with the tip of his tongue, licked off my precum.  Even
though he'd already sucked my cock before, this time it felt new – like
it had that first time.  The fantasy was working.  I was just as turned on
as I had been that first time he sucked me off.  I was totally turned on by
all this.  I wanted to fuck him bad, to deposit my cum in his perfect boy
ass.  But this was his fantasy time, his time to do something, not mine.  I
took a deep breath as he started to lick my cock shaft, starting at the tip
and going to the base.  I placed a hand on his head, running my fingers
through his tousled brown hair, and leaned back against the vanity.  Soon
he had taken me into his mouth, slowly, moving his mouth down my cock
shaft.  I could feel his tongue against my shaft, and soon my cock head was
against the back of his mouth.  I felt the need to blow my load just then,
but I tried to edge.  He must have sensed something, so he pulled off.
       "I want to make you hold off on cumming for a while.  Can you?" he
asked, playfully.
       "I dunno...", and I breathed out deeply.  "That was...sensational."
       "Just wait, OK?"  He seemed earnest about it.  Then he reached into
the medicine cabinet and pulled out the tube of KY.  I knew what he was
wanting.
       "I want you to fuck me," he said, opening up the tube.  He applied
some lube to my cock shaft, and rubbed it all over.  That alone made me
feel like I needed to blow my load, but I held it in.  He then put some on
his fingers and reached around, inserting his fingers into his hole.  After
he finished he put the tube of lube back in the cabinet, and then took my
hands, helping me to get off the vanity.  He then bent over the vanity, his
nice firm boy ass presenting itself.  He told me again to fuck him.  I
needed no more encouragement.  I moved close to him, seeing his hole, which
seemed to be open a bit, ready to take my cock.  I pressed my cock head
against his hole, and it slipped in a bit.  He moaned in pleasure as I
pushed myself in further.  It was easy, since he'd lubed me up well, and
all the fucking we'd done during the week had opened him up a bit.  I
continued to push myself in, wanting to feel it last a bit, and also trying
to keep the fantasy going – that he might have a virgin hole.  He kept
saying things to me, like "oh, yeah! Fuck me John" or just
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" or letting out moans as I penetrated slowly into his
hole. Soon I was in, all the way to where my balls were pressed against
him.  Both Josh and I let out moans of pleasure, and I pulled back and
started to fuck him.  Soon the bathroom was loud with the sound of my belly
slapping against his firm ass, and our voices moaning and groaning in
pleasure, and the work "fuck" being said frequently.  It didn't take but
just a couple of minutes for me to feel the orgasm, and I felt the
intensity of it as I pressed my cock as deep into his ass as I could and
fired my load.  My body lurched, and I bent forward, resting on his back,
as I pulsed and deposited my cum in his fine teen boy ass.  I stayed in him
as I caught my breath, and then pulled out, making an audible sucking sound
as my cock, still somewhat rigid, pulled out from his lubed up hole.  When
I was out, Josh stood up, and turned around to face me.  He leaned over and
kissed me.  It was a passionate kiss, not like a "first time" kiss, but I
think he was caught up in the moment.
       "I need to clean up," I said, pointing at the shower.
       "I do too," Josh giggled, pointing around to his hole.  I stepped
towards the shower with Josh close behind.  As soon as the water had heated
up – in seconds – I stepped in and Josh joined me.  It was cramped,
but I didn't care.  Josh kissed me again, and it was the kind of kiss that
was familiar.  It seemed that even though Josh was wanting to do "pretend
it's our first time" type of stuff today; he was carried away in the
passion of the sex.  His kiss was firm and deep.  Our naked and wet bodies
were pressed together, and my cock grew from semi-rigid to fully hard in
seconds.  Josh took the bar of soap and lathered up his hands, reaching
down and generously washing my cock and balls.  I leaned against the shower
wall, feeling the water stream down my chest as he cleaned me.  I so wished
he'd get on his knees and suck me again, now that he was cleaning me.  But
this was just a small shower stall, and unless he sat on his butt with his
legs out it'd not work.  But again, this was HIS day.  If he chose to do
it, fine.  So I just leaned back and let him continue to clean my junk.
After he seemed to be finished, he leaned in and kissed me again, and then
handed me the bar of soap.  He looked at me and told me to clean him out.
He then turned, leaning against the wall, and spread his legs wide,
offering up his fine boy ass to me.  He reached around with both hands and
spread his ass-cheeks wide, giving me free access to his boy hole.  I
looked down and saw this nice, dime-sized opening, waiting to be cleaned.
I lathered up my fingers and reached down, penetrating his hole easily with
just two fingers.  I took my other hand and spread his hole as wide as I
could, lathering it up good, and reaching in to help remove my own cum.  I
then took just my middle finger and probed deeply, wiping the inside of his
anus and pulling out whatever I could until it seemed that it was just
water.  All of a sudden I had a new hunger: I wanted to lick his hole, to
probe it with my tongue.  But again, this was HIS day!  I still had
tomorrow, with chocolate syrup and honey waiting to be used.
       "All clean," I joked as I gently slapped his butt.  I reached and
turned off the shower, and stepped out, grabbing a towel for him and
handing it to him, then grabbing a towel for me.
       "WAIT!  WAIT!  I'll dry you!" he said, eagerly taking my towel and
tossing it on the floor.  He started to dry off my hair, then my chest,
then he turned me around and dried my back and my butt.  Then he worked
down my legs to my feet.  Finally he turned me around again and dried off
my cock and balls, kissing the piss slit of my still enlarged cock as he
finished up.  Then he told me to dry him off, and I took my time both
drying and massaging his naked teen boy body.  By the time I'd gotten to
his cock, I started to touch it.  It was fully hard and erect, never really
having gone limp since he had me trim him just less than an hour before.  I
knew he'd probably explode, so I hoped that, as part of this "fantasy"
today, he'd let me do something to his beautiful boy cock.  Josh must've
read my mind.
       "So, do you like teen boy cock?" he asked, all innocent, perfectly
playing the part.
       "Yes." I replied, gently touching the shaft of his rigidly hard
cock.
       "Do you wanna suck some teen boy cock?" he asked again, and just as
innocent.  I looked him in the face as he licked his lips and gave me a
playful, teasing look.
       "I'd love to." I replied, in a low, sexy voice.
       "Good," he said, all sexy and seductive.  "I'll go find one for
you."  He smiled, and giggled a bit, and then we both giggled.  But then
the tone of his toned changed.  It changed from playful to earnest, and
almost forceful.  "Suck me, daddy." He said.  "Suck my cock dry."  I arched
my eyebrows and whispered the word daddy.  I wasn't expecting this.  And I
wasn't sure if I liked it.  But my body shivered at the sound of Josh
calling me "daddy", and the imagery of me being his actual dad and sucking
his cock was extremely sensual.  I dropped the towel to the floor, got on
my knees in front of Josh, and slowly took his boy meat into my mouth.  I
acted like I had a few days before, when I sucked him the first time.  I
kissed his clean piss slit again, ran my tongue up and down his rock-hard
shaft.  I licked his smooth balls, tasting just a bit of boy sweat.
Finally I started to take his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around
his cock head, remembering what it was like for me that very first time I
had done this with him just a few days before.
       Perhaps it was the entire fantasy we were doing, or the playfulness
in the shower, or fucking him against the vanity, or whatever else was
sexually driving him, but it was only seconds after I had taken his cock in
my mouth that he climaxed, and shot squirt after squirt of his boy juice
into my eager mouth.  His climax had been accompanied by the loudest groan
and "FUCK, DADDY!  I'M CUMMING!" that he'd done since we'd started having
sex earlier in the week.  He was VERY loud.  He seemed to push his cock
deep into my mouth as he shot his load, and bent over me, holding onto my
shoulders as he deposited his boy seed.  It seemed to me, as I swallowed
repeatedly to take his load, that this whole fantasy this morning had
driven him nuts.  He breathed very deeply as he held onto my head, his cock
still twitching in my mouth.  As his breathing slowed, matched by the
slowing down shots of cum, he released my head and stood up straight,
tousling my hair.
       "Fuck, daddy.  That was the best cock-sucking I've ever had.  You DO
like teen boy cock, don't you?"  He was playful in this, and I wasn't sure
if this `daddy' thing was what we'd be doing from now on.  I pulled off his
cock as he began to limp down, and took the damp towel to clean off the mix
of cum and saliva on his cock.  I stood up and faced him.  God!  This whole
thing was amazing.  And then, a scary thought came over me.
       "I just realized that today is housekeeping day.  I don't know what
time it is, but, uh, we may want to make the bed and get dressed."  Josh
agreed.  We went into the bedroom where he slipped on the board shorts, and
I found my underwear and cargo shorts.  I didn't bother with a shirt, but
made the bed.  I really wasn't sure what time the housekeeping girls came
by, but I felt we were close enough to the time that we had to be careful.
As we left the bedroom, Josh stopped at the door and took me towards him
and kissed me again.
       "That was fuckin' fun, John," he said.  "Do ya still wanna do this
`fantasy' thing more today?  I mean, do you still want me to be the, uh,
aggressive one?  Oh!  And what about the `daddy' thing?  Is that a turn on
for you, or does it make you think of me and my dad?"
       I had to be honest, the "daddy" thing was a bit much, and so I told
him that it'd be OK for today, since I wanted him to be the one who started
things.  But I made it clear it was just for today.  I then thought again
of the housekeeping staff coming in, so I took a couple of pillows off of
our bed and tossed them onto the couch, to help keep the illusion going.  I
came back out into the living room of the cabin and just stared at Josh,
who had opened the front door and was looking out.  I just wanted to take
him again, and fuck him.  I felt my cock grow when Josh asked what time it
was.  I stepped into the kitchen and looked at the clock.  It was nearly
9:30 AM.
       "I'm hungry" I heard Josh say from behind me.  I felt that the bowl
of cereal I had eaten earlier hadn't been enough, so I suggested I make
breakfast.  Josh agreed, and offered to help.  I felt like just whipping up
some scrambled eggs, but Josh wanted pancakes.  That did sound good, so I
we got out the Bisquick, milk and eggs, and put the large skillet on the
stove.  The next few minutes were actually fun as we prepped the batter and
just chatted.  Of course I thought about asking him to add a little of his
boy juice to the mix, but I was going to let him do things his way today.
We started up the oven so we could keep the pancakes warm and eat them
together out on the picnic table.  The first one was a disaster: it was
flat and stuck to the skillet.  But the rest turned out OK.  Due to the
altitude they were all pretty flat, but we didn't care.  Josh took the
butter and syrup out to the picnic table just outside the kitchen on the
big lawn between our cabin and the neighbor's cabin, and I brought out
plates and silverware, along with the baking pan with the pancakes.  We
both sat on the uphill side of the table so we could see the lake.  Our
knees were touching, and occasionally I'd glance down to Josh's butt,
seeing it nicely due to the open waistband of his board shorts.  Mostly all
I could see was butt crack and the top of his two fine ass cheeks, but it
was enough.  We pretty much ate in silence.  The sound of the big blue jay
in the trees of the property, along with sounds of boats on the water, made
for an idyllic breakfast.
       "Shit!  We shoulda had me add a little somethin' to the batter,"
Josh said with a sly smile as he reached for a couple of large pancakes.
"Or, maybe, I should put my own `syrup' on your pancakes."  He smiled
again, and I knew what he was meaning.
       "Can you work one up now?" I asked.  "I mean, if someone comes you
can hide it easily."  Josh turned over his shoulder to look around.
       "I think I can."  Josh took a plate and put a couple of pancakes on
it.  "You want butter too?" he asked, and I said I did.  He slapped on a
few slabs of butter on the two pancakes, and then took the plate under the
table.  He undid the drawstring of his board shorts with his free hand, and
was able to extract his cock, which was already fairly erect.  I reached
under and held my plate as he started to stroke his boy meat.  He must've
been fairly horned up, or maybe he was able to control when he could shoot,
because it only took about 30 seconds for white boy juice to start spewing
out.  He spread his legs wide and I put my plate under his cock head,
watching as several streams of teen boy cum dripped onto my pancakes.  He
didn't shoot a lot, which I figured was due to him having a large orgasm
less than an hour before.  But it was enough.  I pulled the plate back up
onto the table while Josh tucked his cock back into his board shorts and
tied them closed.  I then added just a bit of syrup onto the cum-laced
pancakes, and began to eagerly take bite after bite.  I could taste the cum
mixed with the butter and syrup.  It was delicious.  I suggested that he
should have put some of his teen boy cum on his pancakes, commenting how
good it tasted.  He leaned into me and said that today, all his boy juice
was for me to eat, not him.  He returned to attacking his pancakes.  I
watched, figuring that the sexual activity of the night before and this
morning had given him quite an appetite.
       "It's really beautiful here, isn't it?" Josh asked with a big chunk
of pancake in his mouth.  He continued to chew as he spoke again.  "I'm
sittin' here, just enjoying this view, which I've seen for years.  But this
has been just a fuckin' awesome week."  He took another huge bite of
pancake and then reached into the pan for another one.  As he did I heard
the sound of a car coming down the dirt driveway towards the cabins.  I
turned over my shoulder and saw it was a white Ford Ranger pickup, which I
knew was the housekeeping crew.  Sure enough, as they got out I saw it was
the same two women that had been here the other day.  I figured they may be
mother and daughter.  I waved to them as they walked towards the big cabin.
They couldn't wave back since their arms were loaded with towels.  Josh and
I continued our breakfast as the women worked on the cabin.  They soon came
out, their arms now carrying bags, which I assumed were the dirty towels.
They both trekked up to the truck, and soon came down to us, carrying loads
of towels.  They asked us if we wanted to have all new towels, and I said
we did.  Again, the younger one smiled at me.  I now could tell they were
mother and daughter, and she was probably not much older than Josh.  Maybe
it was Josh she was smiling at.  But as soon as they were in the cabin,
Josh elbowed me.
       "Fuck," he said in a low voice.  "That chica wants you to bust her
cherry."  I giggled, and shrugged my shoulders.  Josh continued.  "I wonder
if I should chat her up, see if I could hook up with her and bring her to
you."
       "You serious?" I asked, my face contorted in misunderstanding.
       "Why not?" he said, shrugging his shoulders.  He then leaned into me
and spoke in a whisper.  "Maybe she'd do a three-some."
       I gave out a "humph", and then looked at the cabin door, knowing
that they were in there.  "She is cute," I said.  "Not hot, but, well,
cute.  You really think she's into me, and not you?"  Josh giggled.
       "Uh, she's not lookin' at me, dude."  It was as if we were
classmates at school, sitting on a wall, checking out the babes.  All of a
sudden I felt like I was 16.
       I shrugged my shoulders.  "I guess you could go, you know,
just...chat her up and see.  I dunno...if she is...young...probably not a
good idea.  The only thing," and I leaned in and whispered in his ear.  "Do
you have a stain in your shorts?"  I was thinking that his "addition" to my
pancakes from a few minutes ago might have leaked out and stained his
shorts.  Josh leaned back so he could take a look.  He shook his head.
       "Nah, they're fine."  He got up, and picked up the empty plates.
Good move, I thought, go in there for some other purpose and just casually
run into the girl.  I decided to stay at the picnic table, and took a sip
of coffee to make it seem like I meant to be there.  I heard Josh's voice,
but I couldn't hear the conversation.  I heard him introduce himself, and
then mention my name.  I heard "stepdad" too, but not much else.  The
conversation didn't last long, and soon the women exited the cabin, with
both of them carrying our dirty towels.  The girl glanced at me, and her
look said something, I could tell.  It seemed as if she was looking at me
with longing and disappointment.  As they walked up towards their truck
Josh came back out, and sat next to me on the bench.
       "I asked if she wanted to get together tonight, maybe have dinner
with me at the restaurant.  And she said she couldn't, that she had things
to do.  But she kept looking at her mom, like she was hoping her mom would
OK it.  Her mom didn't say anything, but I could tell, she didn't like the
idea."
       "Well," I responded.  "The girl looked at me as she left.  Kinda had
a look like `I want to do this, and I want it to be you', ya know.  I
dunno.  The whole idea was a longshot anyway."  I paused as I heard the
truck go back up the dirt driveway.  "How old do you think she was?"
       Josh shrugged his shoulders.  "I dunno.  She looked like she was
probably 16 or 17, and I could tell she had nice hooters."  I giggled at
that.  I then started to get up, and was getting ready to take in the
butter and syrup when Josh grabbed my forearm.
       "So," he started, in a quiet, almost sultry voice.  "Now that
they're gone, should we continue?"  He looked at me, with almost a devious
look, like he had something planned.  I agreed, not knowing what he had
planned, but I realized that his trying to set me up with the young
housekeeping girl turned him on.  He motioned for me to sit back down as he
picked up the butter and syrup and went into the cabin.  I sat down again,
taking another sip of coffee.  The view looking at the lake was so idyllic
and peaceful.  There was only one boat in sight, slowly trolling along the
shoreline in front of the vacant cabin.  I could hear nothing else.
       "Daddy, can you come help me with the dishes?"  The voice was
playful, and I looked towards the kitchen door and saw Josh there, leaning
his torso over.  He emphasized the word "come", so I knew he was up to
something.  My thoughts raced to what the rest of him was dressed – or
NOT dressed – in.  And the "daddy" thing meant he was into the
playfulness again.  I got up from the table and walked slowly and
deliberately towards the kitchen door.  As I got closer, Josh moved farther
back into the room, tempting me and teasing me by keeping himself hidden.
When I walked in I was greeted by a naked Josh, standing there with his
arms at his side, and a fully erect boy cock pointing straight out.
       "You won't be able to reach the sink with that boner," I joked,
pointing at his fully hard cock.  I closed the door.  Granted, there was no
one around, but the cautious part of me took over.  I didn't want to risk
it, even if we'd be totally alone for a while still.  "I guess that's why
you need me to help with the dishes, eh?"  Josh smiled, and replied with a
"yes, daddy."  I walked towards the sink and turned on the hot water.
There wasn't much to wash, though: just the skillet, the bowl with the
batter in it, and the plates and utensils.  I plugged up the drain and
poured a bit of dish soap into the sink.  As I did I felt Josh's hands
start to rub my back, moving from my shoulders down to my waist.  Then he
moved them around me, placing them on my belly.  Soon, I felt Josh pressing
himself into my back, while he took one hand to move his cock up so it
pressed against me.  Now he moved his hands up to my chest, grabbing my
man-boobs (thankfully not big man-boobs) and squeezing them.  I was still
washing the dishes but I could feel my cock growing from his playfulness.
Josh then reached down and tugged at my shirt, pulling it out of the
waistband of my jeans.
       "Daddy, we need to get you outa these jeans" he said playfully.  As
I washed the last of the dishes, Josh reached down and began to undo the
buckle of my belt.  I stepped back a bit from the sink, Josh following me
closely, his cock pressed against my butt.  He undid my belt buckle, then
the top button of my fly, and then he slowly and playfully unzipped the fly
of my jeans.  I finished rinsing off the last fork while Josh slipped his
right hand into the open fly of my jeans, and began to touch and tease my
hard cock.
       "Does daddy like his teen son naked and playing with him?"  Josh did
such a good job at this.  It was totally an act, I knew.  But it was also a
total turn on.  As he began to massage my cock through the fabric of my
boxer-briefs, he leaned in and began to kiss me on the neck.  He then
whispered in my ear.  "Does daddy need his teen son to suck his big daddy
cock?"  I was breathing heavily now, turned on by him calling me "daddy"
and saying what he was.  Of course, having him naked and with his hand in
my pants contributed to my feeling horny as well.
       "Yes," I said, turning my head slightly to the right to speak to
Josh.  "But daddy doesn't have a lot of daddy juice to give his son, since
daddy fucked his son earlier this morning."  I was getting into this big
time.  Josh now took his left hand and pulled back the waistband of my
shorts, and slipped his right hand in, running his fingers along the shaft
of my cock.
       "That's ok, daddy.  Your teen son wants your daddy cock, with our
without daddy juice."  Now Josh took his left hand and started to pull down
my jeans.  I grabbed the waistband of my jeans and helped, getting them
down to my knees.  Josh pulled his hand out of my shorts, releasing my
cock, stepped back and squatted down.  He then tugged my jeans down to my
ankles.  He told me to turn around and face him, which I did.  Then he
gently took his hands and pulled on the waistband of my shorts, slipping
them first past my flat butt cheeks, and then over my engorged cock, which
allowed it to plop out and face him.  He leaned in and took a quick lick
off the tip of my cock, cleaning off my precum.  He slowly pulled my shorts
down to my ankles as well, and then voraciously took my hard cock into his
wet mouth.  Even though he'd sucked me a few times this week, the sensation
of him sucking me now, with this playfulness and calling me "daddy" made
this more intense than those other times.  I placed both hands on his head,
running my fingers through the mop of brown hair as he bobbed up and down
on my fully erect cock.  He pulled off of me a couple of times to lick my
cock shaft, and then he'd lick my balls.  He stopped and looked up at me.
       "Does daddy wanna get naked?"  I nodded my head, not saying anything
because I was breathing too hard from the ecstasy of his oral work on me.
Josh stood up and pulled my shirt off, tossing it on the floor while I
kicked off my shoes.  I leaned and supported myself on the counter as Josh
knelt back down and pulled me out of my jeans and shorts simultaneously.
He slid those across the kitchen floor to rest against the door to the
living room.  He then returned to work on my cock, vigorously bobbing up
and down on it while I grasped his head.  I leaned my own head back in
ecstasy, and then started to fuck his mouth.  He pulled off of me briefly
to swallow, and then told me to fuck his son's mouth.  He eagerly took my
cock back into his mouth and I started to fuck his mouth, holding onto his
head firmly as I thrust my pelvis forward, pushing my cock as deep as I
could into his wet and warm hole.  Soon I reached climax, and my breathing
changed as I felt the orgasm race through my body.  I held him on my cock
as I shot what must've been a small load.  When I was sure I was done I
leaned back into the kitchen counter while Josh stayed on my cock, drinking
in whatever I had let go.
       "Well," he started.  "Daddy did have SOME daddy juice for his son."
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  He then stood up and leaned
into me, kissing me on the mouth.  I could taste a mix of syrup and my own
cum as his tongue probed my open and willing mouth.  We stood there, me
naked and leaning against the kitchen counter, and Josh, naked as well and
leaning into me, making out for what seemed like an hour, but was just a
few minutes.  When we separated, Josh took my hands, leading me into the
living room.  It was surreal to be in there, naked, and the blinds open.
Thankfully we knew no one was there, and even if there was someone on the
lake they'd not be able to see into the cabin.  Josh guided me to the big
chair, and pushed me into it.  I fell into the chair with a plop, and
watched as Josh started to dance in front of me, writhing his hips and
running his hands all over his naked body.  His nipples were very erect,
and his teen boy cock pointed straight at me.  He turned around so that his
ass faced me, and he bent over, placing his hands on his knees, with his
ass sticking out so seductively.  It didn't take long for me to get fully
hard again watching Josh do this sexy and sultry dance in front of me.  He
came close to me, and spread my legs, placing himself between my knees.  He
then turned around with his butt in my reach again.  As I reached up to
squeeze his fine teen boy butt, he slapped my hands away, and told me to
keep my hands on the arms of the chair.  I obeyed, placing my hands on the
overstuffed arms of the big chair.  Josh then squatted down, almost to the
point where his butt was on my lap.  He again started to writhe and wiggle,
and he reached around and spread his ass cheeks apart.  I seriously wanted
to grab him, and force him down on my boner, but he told me not to, and I
was enjoying this.  After a couple of minutes of his teasing dance, Josh
turned around, and took my hands, telling me to place them behind my head.
I obeyed, and watched as he started to climb up onto the chair, with each
knee on each arm of the chair.  This placed his hard boy cock in line with
my face.  He shifted his knees forward until his lower legs were resting on
the arms of the chair.  Now his cock was inches from my mouth.
       "Kiss it, daddy.  Kiss my boy cock.  You CAN'T do more than that.
Can't touch it.  Can't suck it.  Kiss it like you love it."  He moved just
a bit closer and I leaned in, kissing the tip of his cock.  The piss slit
had a bit of precum on it, which I took off with my lips.  I continued to
kiss his cock like it was his soft mouth, alternating between just lip
kissing and tonguing it with the tip of my tongue, as I would in a French
kiss.  Josh ran his fingers through my hair, moaning softly as I kissed the
tip of his boy meat.  I was still sitting there with my hands behind my
head, wishing I could bring them around to grab his boy meat or his fine
boy ass.
       "Lick my balls, daddy.  They're hanging low, just for you."  He
moved himself such that I could get to his balls.  They were hanging low,
and so nice and smooth.  I licked them, running my tongue over the smooth
sac that was there.  He tasted of salty sweat, but I didn't care.  After a
few moments of this, Josh leaned down and rested the side of his face on my
head.  He then whispered to me.
       "Does daddy want to eat out my boy pussy?"  I was shocked to hear
this, but was so turned on by it that I started to tremble.  "It's all
clean for you, daddy.  I cleaned it out this morning in the shower."  I
knew he had done that.  Josh then shifted himself and climbed off the
chair.  "How do you wanna do this, daddy?" he asked.  He sincerely didn't
know the best way.  One way I thought of was for him to get back on the
chair, but facing the other way so his ass was in my face.  So, I suggested
that.  Josh climbed back onto the arms of the chair, but was not able to
get himself into a position where his boy pussy would be at my mouth.
       "That's not gonna work," I said, trying to reach his hole.  I then
glanced at the dining table.  PERFECT, I thought.  So I suggested that he
could get on his hands and knees on the table and that might work.  Josh
looked over at the dining table, and agreed.  He climbed back off the chair
arms and walked to the table, where he got up on the table top and got on
all fours.
       "Com and eat me, daddy."  I almost felt myself explode with those
words.  After all we'd done this week this was the most sexually charged
thing for me.  I got up out of the chair and walked to Josh, on his hands
and knees on the top of the table.  I looked out the window towards the
lake.  No one there.  This was perfect, we were totally alone.  I moved
myself into position behind his fine ass, and, placing each of my hands on
his cheeks, spread them apart.  I was greeted by his smooth hole, which was
looking so nice.  I started first to kiss his fine firm ass cheeks, moving
from one side to another.  In a way I was prolonging this.  On the one hand
I didn't want to eat out his asshole.  The thought that not only did he
shit from there, but I'd fucked him and cum in there a few times, made the
idea of licking it a bit weird if not abhorrent.  But the sexuality of it,
the playfulness of him calling me "daddy" while we did it, was really what
drove me wild for him, and I bent in and eagerly applied my tongue to his
hole.  I could just barely taste a hint of shit, but mostly I could taste
saltiness as I licked around his hole.  After fucking him a few times this
week he was not too tight, so I gently began to probe his hole with my
tongue.  I could not get it too far in, but nonetheless, the effect was
incredible.  Josh gave out a moan of such pleasure that I was glad we were
alone.  He loudly begged me to eat his hole, adding the word "daddy"
frequently.  It was driving me nuts too, and I soon found myself
voraciously licking his boy pussy and tongue fucking him the best that I
could.  He then started to loudly tell me to tongue fuck him, which I was
trying to do anyway.  Perhaps it was from the wildness and sheer sexuality
of what I was doing, but I climaxed, shooting out a few small streams of
cum that landed on the table top.  As I did I opened my mouth wide, placing
it over his boy pussy, and Josh responded to his by yelling "FUCK!!" loudly
and repeatedly.  I pulled myself away from him as my climax ended.  Josh
shifted himself off his knees, sitting himself on the table top.
       "Fuck, John.  That as fuckin' incredible," Josh gasped.  We both
stood there, panting.  Josh then reached down and wiped his fingers through
the small puddle of my cum that was on the table, taking them up to his
mouth where he licked them clean.  "Your juice tastes good, daddy" he said
in a childish voice, returning to the fantasy play.  I sat on one of the
dining room chairs, sweating from the intensity of the last hour or so of
sex with Josh.  Josh lay back down on the table, his naked body glowing
with sweat as well, and lit beautifully by the light coming in through the
living room windows.  I wanted to lick him again, right then and there.
But again, this was HIS day.  I sat there, and began to caress the leg of
his that was closest.  As I did, Josh reached down and took my hand, just
to hold it.  I felt tired, spent from the intensity of the sex.  I rested
my head down on his leg and closed my eyes.  The sound of the breeze
through the trees, coupled with the white noise of a boat motor on the
lake, made me drowsy.
       "I'm actually kinda tired," I said, sitting back up.  "Wish we could
go out and layout in the nude" I commented as I pointed through the
windows.  "I could use a nap."
       Josh sat up. "Why not?" he asked.  "We could go out there" and he
pointed just outside our cabin on the bedroom side.  "It's kinda hidden
from the lake, and if we lay out there, we could hear the neighbors
returning and get dressed and down by the lake quickly."  I liked the idea.
After all, we had fucked in that area a few days before.  I commented that
we should probably have clothes with us, just in case, and he agreed.  Josh
hopped off the table and into the bedroom.  He grabbed our beach towels,
and then picked up his board shorts.  He didn't bother to put them on, but
just held onto them.  I took my swim trunks out of my suitcase and a shirt.
I too stayed naked.  We went to the front door of our cabin, opening it to
see if anyone was around or on the lake.  There was no one.  So, we crept
out the front door and down the steps, moving to the bedroom side of our
cabin.  Josh dropped his shorts and my towel, spreading out his towel in
the tall grass.  I picked up my towel, dropping my clothes in the process,
and spread it out.  Josh had already lain down on his towel as I was
spreading mine out.  I looked at his gorgeous naked teen boy body, and I
wanted it.  But not now: this was HIS day.  I lay on my towel, next to him,
feeling the warmth of the late morning sun bathing me.  I felt Josh touch
my hand, and I let him lace his fingers between mine.
       I don't know how long I had slept, and maybe I had just dozed off,
but I heard the sound of tires coming down the gravel driveway, and woke
up.  Josh was already awake and slipping on his board shorts.  I told him
to go ahead as I pulled on my cargo shorts.  Quickly I corrected him and
told him to go and fish so they'd think we'd been fishing.  I grabbed the
rest of my clothes and the towels and crept around the front of the cabin,
while Josh walked to the lakeside and quickly started to cast out his lure
and retrieve it.  I slipped into the cabin, tossed the towels on the couch,
and finished getting dressed in the bedroom.  I could hear the slam of the
truck doors, but only two doors, not four.  I looked at the time, and it
was just before noon.  I put on my sandals and headed out the front door to
the lakeside.  As I did I looked up at the parking area and saw that the
truck belonged to the maintenance team.  They were walking down to towards
us, towards the vacant cabin.  I greeted them, and they told me they were
there to fix something on #3.  I continued down to Josh, who was still
casting his lure.
       "Shit.  That was close," I said under my breath so the maintenance
guys couldn't hear me.  "If we hadn't wakened up, they'd seen us for sure."
I took my casting rod and got ready to join Josh casting along the shore.
       "Well," Josh replied, also quietly.  "I was thinkin' that after they
go, unless they're here for a while, I make you a sandwich with, uh," and
he turned towards the cabin the guys were in.  "Add a little somethin' to
it."  He gave me a sly look.  I knew what he meant.  I was not really that
hungry at the time, but I figured if he wanted to shoot a load of his boy
juice on my sandwich, I'd eat it for sure.
       But the guys didn't leave.  Soon I was getting hungry, and I figured
we'd been out fishing for nearly an hour.  They had gone up to their truck
and gotten a bag of tools, so they were tasking on something.  I finally
turned to Josh and suggested that we may wish to make our lunches anyway,
and maybe head out to Bodie or the spots we'd discussed.  Josh was all for
both ideas.  We retrieved our lures and gathered our tackle, returning to
the cabin.
       "I'll make the sandwiches," and he paused and dropped his voice,
"daddy."  I put the tackle away and closed the front door to the cabin.  I
also adjusted the blinds so the guys wouldn't be able to see inside.  I
went into the kitchen and did the same, while Josh got out the bread,
meats, mustard and mayo.  Josh was actually quite good at making
sandwiches, and I was looking forward to this, with our without his boy
sauce on it.  He quickly applied the mayo, laid out the cheese slices,
placed down the meat and then squeezed on the mustard.  He asked me to put
everything away, which I did.  I returned to his side as he undid the
drawstring of his board shorts, and let them fall to his knees.  With my
foot I pulled them to his ankles.  He was already erect, and bracing
himself against the counter with his left hand, he began to vigorously
stroke his boyhood with his right.  I knew, from that morning's pancake
"syrup" that he could cum quickly if he wanted to.  But after a couple of
minutes and alterations in his stroking speed, I realized that he was not
close to it.  I whispered in his ear that I wanted to help, and he nodded
his head in agreement.  He released his grip and I reached in with my left
hand, stepping in close to him as I began to slowly stroke his boy cock.
He began to moan softly and move his body in a rhythm with my stroking, his
head now back and his eyes closed.  I took my right hand and began to grope
his fine ass, so tight and firm.  I ran my fingers along his ass crack,
slipping them down deeper between his cheeks.  Soon my middle finger is
probing his hole, and Josh responds by giving out a gasp.  It didn't take
much to slip my finger in his hole, and in seconds I could feel the reward
as his breathing changed and his cock began to pulse, and Josh bent over
the counter as he released a nice load of his boy sauce on the counter and
even the backsplash.  The 2nd and 3rd spurts ended up on my sandwich and
plate.  Soon all that was left was a dribble, and I aimed his cock to the
other sandwich, dripping some streams of white boy sauce onto it.  Josh
took a deep breath – he was done.  I removed my finger from his ass as
he tore off a sheet of paper towel to clean himself.  I washed my hands and
took a couple of sheets of paper towel, getting them damp to clean off his
overshoot.  Josh reached down and pulled up his board shorts, tying them so
that they rested just on his hips.  We took the sandwiches, grabbed a
couple of bottled waters, and went out to the picnic table just off the
kitchen door.
       It was a gorgeous day.  There were kids playing down by the damn,
and we could hear a pontoon boat just off the shoreline revving up its
engines.  As I took a bite I could tell I'd gotten the one he'd cum on the
most.  The tastes were a mix of ham, mayo, the sourdough bread, the
mustard, and the saltiness of his boy sauce.
	"Good sandwich" I muffled as I chewed.
       "Mine too," he replied, also chewing.  He'd only gotten a few drips
of his cum on his sandwich, but I'm sure he could taste it.  That gave me
an idea of what I wanted to do tomorrow, Friday, our last full day here.  I
realized looking down at the lake that this was a truly beautiful sight,
and felt like I'd like to spend the afternoon just drinking beers and
fishing.  But again, I decided that I'd let him call the shots today.
Since those maintenance guys were still here, and our neighbors due back at
some point, I doubt we'd have any sex here today.  I had suggested
yesterday that we go for a drive today, and that might still happen.  But
it was totally up to him.  As we were eating, one of the maintenance guys
walked back towards his truck, passing our table.  He commented on our
sandwiches, and Josh, surprisingly, offered to make some for them.  The guy
thanked Josh, but said they were almost done and would be heading to the
marina for lunch.  As soon as the guy was out of earshot I teased Josh
about "flirting" with him, just as Josh had teased me about the young
housekeeping girl.  Josh said he was going to get some chips and asked if I
wanted some.  I said I did, so he got up, took our empty plates, and went
into the cabin.  I turned me head to watch him, seeing his toned, smooth,
broad back and the top of his ass crack.  I felt like I wanted to eat him
out again.  That had been better than I thought.  I heard Josh rifle
through the box of assorted chips, and soon he was back out again, tossing
a bag of Fritos over to me.  He sat down again, this time straddling the
bench.  The maintenance guy walked back down, carrying a couple of tools.
I wondered aloud to Josh how much longer they'd be at it, to which he
replied he hoped not too long.  We heard some noises from #3, and that
caused Josh to lean in somewhat close to me.
       "So," he started quietly.  "Are you liking this `daddy' shit that
I'm doin'?"
       I shrugged my shoulders.  "I dunno.  I mean, I know it's a turn on
for you.  Maybe it's `cause you feel like you're playing with your dad
again – I dunno.  I guess for me, if you were 12 and doing this, it'd be
a..." and I paused, "a turn on."  I paused and took a deep breath, looking
over at the front corner of our cabin, making sure that the maintenance
guys weren't walking by.  "But, I guess, for me, because you're older, I
really think of you as an equal, not as a `boy' that I control or possess,
ya know?  And that's what the `daddy' stuff makes me think.  I mean, if you
wanna keep doing it today, I'm...OK with it.  But, ah, I dunno."  I trailed
off, not really thinking of any way to make it sound better.  It seemed
like hours before Josh spoke again.
       "I guess I like it `cause it makes me feel..." and he shrugged his
shoulders, "dirty.  Like I'm a nasty boy that has a thing for his dad.
Which, I guess in real life, I do."  He giggled, realizing what he'd just
said.  "And since I know you're into boys, well, I just thought you'd get
off on it.  But I can stop."
       I reached down and placed my hand on his thigh, his toned, smooth,
firm thigh.  "You can keep it up for today, since we're kinda doin' a
roleplay-fantasy thing.  But tomorrow, it's back to us being equal..." and
before I could say anything more, Josh interjected "Lovers."  I caressed
his leg and smiled at him in agreement.  Just then we hear the door on
cabin #3 close.  I quickly removed my hand and Josh leaned back, getting up
from the table.  The two maintenance guys walked by, carrying their tools.
I asked what they had to do, and the one we'd offered sandwiches told us
that the toilet hadn't been working right for a while, and since the cabin
was vacant, they took the opportunity to fix it.  He thanked us again for
the offer, and continued up the hill to their truck.  Soon, they were
driving away up the gravel driveway.  Josh, who'd retreated into the
kitchen when the guy stopped to talk, came back out, telling me it was
after 1 PM.  He came back down and sat next to me, with his legs stretched
out away from the table.
       "So, `daddy'," and he giggled.  "Whaddya wanna do this afternoon?
You still thinkin' of a drive?"
       "I dunno.  Does my `son' wanna do something like that?  Or just hang
here and do some fishin'?"
       Josh smiled a bit.  He liked me taking the idea of "daddy/son" and
playing with it.  "Well, I like both ideas, daddy.  But which one will give
us a better chance" and he turned towards me, "for you to fuck me?"  I
smiled at him and self-consciously bit my lower lip.  I shared about an
area along the 395 just south of the Bodie turnoff and north of the
Virginia Lakes turnoff that I'd been thinking I'd like to 4WD down to.  I
told him that it had aspen trees in along the creek bed, and it might be
nice to explore.  I even suggested we might wish to fish there a bit.  Josh
giggled at that.  He clearly had no plans to fish if we went somewhere.  I
then told him to grab what he thought he might need, and he reached over
and cupped my package.  "All I need," and he squeezed my junk, "is this."
He smiled, and quickly got up off the bench.  I slowly stepped up and
walked into the kitchen.  I washed the lunch dishes while I heard Josh
getting into the medicine cabinet.  Soon he was back at the door to the
living room, standing in the door frame.  He also had a rolled-up towel,
and commented that we might need it as well.  He was just in the board
shorts and flip flops.  I went and locked the front door and grabbed a 2nd
towel.  I then went into the bathroom to check if had gotten the lube,
which he had.  I then grabbed some bottled waters out of the fridge and a
couple of granola bars, just in case we got the munchies.  And I also
grabbed a light jacket and Josh's hoodie.  I closed and locked the kitchen
door and headed towards the Jeep, where Josh was waiting for me.
       We drove up the dirt and gravel driveway, Josh sitting there
shirtless, spreading his legs wide so that his left knee touched the gear
shift, which meant that as I rested my hand on it (and I liked to drive
with my hand resting on the gear shift), I'd touch his knee.  Sure enough,
as we drove down towards Bridgeport I'd rest my right hand on the gear
shift and my fingers would gently touch Josh's knee.  We drove through
Bridgeport, and continued south on the 395.  The one road I wanted to take
actually ended a couple of miles south of Bridgeport, but I wanted to try
that spot along the streambed first.  We passed the turnoff to Bodie and
started to climb the hill up to where the Virginia Lakes turnoff was.  It
was along here that we could find the little spot I wanted to go to, but I
had to find the correct road.  We had to drive slowly and let a couple of
cars pass us, but then I found it.  I slowed down and exited on the right
to the little access road.  I knew enough now about dirt roads and Jeep
trails to know that I didn't need 4WD for this, but I put the Jeep into 4WD
high at least.  The road was narrow, but not impassible.  We came down the
hill into a shaded area full of aspens and willows, running along Virginia
Creek, and pulled up to a dilapidated unused (for the most part) old shed.
There were signs that it was occasionally occupied: beer bottles and cans,
cardboard beer cases, and a firepit with coals and ash from a recent fire.
But no one was there now.  From this spot we could take the dirt road south
along the 395 for about 100 yards into a clearing, or go north towards
Dogtown (an abandoned mining town).  There was another stand of trees up
there too, and it was even more "private" than this.  I knew that we'd be
fucking out in the open, so even the privacy of this place was not quite
enough.  I turned the Jeep north, heading up the road to another stand of
aspens along the creek.  The road was fine – a passenger car could have
driven this.  We got to the spot, which also has beautiful aspens and
willows, and stopped.  We were the only ones there.  It wasn't as shady as
the first spot, but it allowed for even more privacy.  I parked my Jeep in
the shade of a large aspen tree, and got out, walking to the edge of the
creek.  It looked inviting.  I wish now I had brought a rod and lightweight
lure to cast and see what I'd get.  My reverie was broken by the plopping
of the beach towels on the ground next to me.  I turned to look at Josh and
saw that he was naked and erect.
       "Do you want me on my hands and knees, daddy?  Or do you want me to
ride your daddy cock?"  I immediately felt my own cock grow as I saw this
gorgeous naked teen boy with a boner who spoke to me about how I wanted to
fuck him.  I stepped towards him, reaching out with my left hand to grasp
his firm boy meat while I leaned in to kiss him.  I tilted my head towards
the truck.
       "Spread `em on the hood, boy.  And lube up."  My voice was almost
Darth Vader-ish in its menace.  But Josh smiled, and picked the tube of KY
up from his towel.  I started to undress as Josh opened up the tube of KY
and squeezed some into his hand, and then he then reached around and
applied to his hole.  I was pulling down my underwear to reveal my fully
erect cock as he squeezed some more lube into his hand.  Josh then stepped
into me and applied it with great tenderness to my cock, slowly stroking me
as he slathered my full erection with lube.  Josh then picked up his towel
and wiped the remaining lube off.  He then put the cap back on the tube of
lube and tossed it onto his towel.  He then looked at me and smiled and
walked towards the Jeep's hood, leaning in and resting his chest on the
"Jeep" emblem.  He spread his legs wide, and with his left hand spread his
cheeks apart as best he could.  I came up behind him, my lubed cock leading
the way.  His hole looked so good, and I thought that if he hadn't lubed it
I would have gotten on my knees and lubed it with my tongue.  I came in
close to him, and touched the tip of my cock against his hole.  Josh was
tight, but not so tight that I couldn't get the very tip of my cock in his
ass.  His hole welcomed my cock head, and it slipped it almost completely
with ease.
       "Fuck me, FUCK ME, daddy!" Josh commanded.  And with that I thrust
my cock in, almost completely in, which elicited screams of delightful pain
from both of us.  Yes, Josh was still a bit tight.  I hadn't fucked him
since Tuesday.  I grasped his hips as I leaned down, with my chest against
his back.  Josh now was lying on the hood, his right cheek resting on the
metal.  "Fuck me hard, daddy.  Tear me up."  And something animalistic came
over me.  I wanted to do what he asked, to fuck him hard.  But in my mind,
I wanted to rape him.  I began to slap his fine ass, with the sound of palm
to firm flesh ringing out among the sound of the birds, the breeze through
the aspen trees, and the babbling of the creek behind us.  I began to fuck
him hard, digging my fingers into his hips as I forced my cock repeatedly
into his boy pussy.  Josh was not screaming, but it was obviously
uncomfortable for him.  Yet he kept saying "FUCK me! FUCK me! FUCK me!",
seemingly timing each command with each of my thrusts.  Something came over
me, an aggression I'd rarely felt when having sex.  I'd been aggressive
with an ex girlfriend once, and on occasion, Josh's mom liked it a bit
rough.  But this was different.  I wanted to force him, to rape him, to
make it hurt.  I knew I'd draw a line and stop if he wanted to, but
something told me this was going to be rough.
       I pulled out of Josh's asshole, and then grabbed his arm, taking him
to where our out towels were dropped on the ground.  I told him firmly and
softly in a commanding voice to spread them out so we could fuck on them.
I released his arm, and Josh willingly obeyed, spreading out the towels
next to each other over the creek side dirt.  I then lay down on my towel,
and grabbed his hand.
       "Ride me, boy.  Ride me and make it hurt your boy pussy."  My words
were firm, and Josh got down to his knees next to me, and then straddled
me.  Then, while I held my cock up straight, he slowly lowered himself on
it.  I was well lubed still and I slipped into him easily.  Josh bit his
lower lip as he leaned his head back and started to ride my cock.  I
reached up and began to first touch his erect boy nipples, and then pinch
them.  Josh placed his hands on his belly and chest, and began to stroke
his cock as he pounded himself up and down on my full manhood.  I started
to tweak and twist his nipples, which made Josh give out a small scream of
pleasured pain.  I then told him in my forceful voice to leave his cock
alone, that it was mine.  Josh's breathing grew rapid as I said this, and
he released his grip on his cock.  He was now not only riding me good, but
grinding against me as well.  I was totally in his ass, his cheeks slapping
my balls.  Obviously the incredible sexual excitement of all this was too
much, because even though he stopped stroking his cock, he shot a load,
which hit me in the face and slathered my chest.  But every shot of cum
from his cock made his hole tighten around my cock, and soon I felt the
need to explode as well.  I reached up and held Josh's shoulders, forcing
him down on my cock, and I felt myself shoot deep into his hole.  I had no
idea how much I shot, but I knew, having had two orgasms that day already,
that it wasn't much.  I laid my head back as Josh continued his riding and
grinding motion on me, slowing down though.  Finally, he pulled off me and
lay down on the other towel.  He then started to run his fingers through
his boy juice on my face and chest, licking it off as he went.  When he
finished, he tossed his left arm over my chest and his left leg over my
thigh.  We just laid there, relaxing in the shade of the trees, next to the
creek.
       "Did daddy like how his boy rode his daddy cock?" Josh asked,
remaining in the playful innocence of our daddy/son fantasy.  I replied
that I did, and asked if my "son" liked how rough "daddy" was.  Josh kissed
me on the cheek and said he liked it when daddy fucked him roughly.  Josh
then moved so that his body was lying on top of mine, cock to cock, and we
began to kiss.  It was very passionate, and he began to push our cocks
together as he did.  After several seconds of tongue action I mentioned I
was thirsty and hungry.  Without saying anything, Josh got up off of me,
went to the Jeep and got out the water and granola bars, returning to our
spot and handing me a bottle and a packet of granola bars.  We sat there,
enjoying the creek, drinking and eating, being naked, and still somewhat
erect.
       "I wanna go in the creek" Josh said, tilting his head towards the
water.  I told him to go ahead.  He took a swig of water and finished the
last of his granola bar, and got up, walking into the water.  "FUCK!  IT'S
FUCKIN' COLD!" he said, but he kept going in.  It wasn't deep, and by the
time he was mid stream the water barely covered his ankles.  But he found a
spot that had a bit of depth to it, and sat down, splashing his chest and
face with the cool mountain creek water.  He commented again how cold it
was, and I could tell it was simply because his nipples became extremely
erect.  He got up quickly and started to walk back.  Another reason I could
tell it was cold was that his cock, usually even a nice 4" when limp, was
almost the size of a thumb.  Total shrinkage!  I giggled at this which made
Josh look down.  He fingered his limp cock a couple of times, making it
bounce a bit.  He then stepped out, shivering, and grabbed his towel to dry
off.  "Aren't y-y-y-ou going i-i-i-n?" he asked, shivering from the cold
water.  I giggled.  I commented that I did need my cock cleaned, but I
could wait until the cabin.  Then I thought, what-the-fuck, and got up and
stepped in the creek.  My reaction was just like Josh's – it was FUCKING
cold!  I only went in up to my ankles, and reached down to get water to
clean off my cock.  The sensation of the frigid water against my still
somewhat erect cock was instantaneous, and I quickly shrank down to normal
size.  I splashed some water on my cheeks to get the cum residue off as
well, and felt that bracing of cold water.  That was enough.  I stepped out
and Josh handed me my towel.  I dried off my face and cock.  Josh replaced
his towel on the ground, and got down on his knees to spread the corners
around.  I found myself hungering for his hole again, this time to eat it.
But I determined that he probably still had cum and lube in there.  I
spread my towel out again as Josh sat on his towel, cross legged.  His cock
was still cold-limped down but it was still gorgeous.  Something about
seeing a teen boy with no pubes, naked and sitting Indian-style, just
turned me on even more.  I got down on my towel, lying on my side so I
could face him.  I began to touch his knee and his thigh, moving my fingers
slowly down to his shaved pubic area, and touching his limp dick.  God!  He
was so perfect.  I started to touch his dick, which was still shrunk from
the cold water.  As I began to just touch it gently, Josh said that we
heard something.  I heard it too.  It was a creaking sound.  Without
hesitation Josh leapt up and tugged on his board shorts while I went and
pulled on my underwear and cargo shorts.  The creaking sound was getting
louder.  As I finished dressing Josh grabbed the towels and the lube and
threw them into the back seat of the Jeep.  Just as he did that a Ford
Explorer came into view and approached us.  It was an older couple driving
it – very much the age of our nosy neighbors at the cabin.  I even
thought it might BE them, except they didn't have an Explorer.  They pulled
up to us and inquired about the fishing, to which I replied we hadn't been
fishing but were scouting it out.  The man chatted a few more seconds, then
turned around and headed back down the road.  I looked over at Josh, and he
suggested we head on back.  We got into the Jeep and drove back up the road
to the 395, heading north.  When we got into Bridgeport I asked if he
wanted anything at the snow cone place, and he said he did, adding that he
was hungry.  We pulled into the place and got out, Josh slipping on the
oversized tank top that I loved seeing him in.  We ordered a couple of
cheeseburgers and sat at one of the tables to wait.  To our left was a
group of kids, probably all high schoolers, with several cute girls in the
group.  I noticed that the girls were checking out Josh.  I noticed a
couple of the guys turn and look to see what they were looking at, and they
did the usual teen guy thing of "showing off" to distract the girls from
the fine, toned, smooth, athletic, cute teen guy that I was sitting with.
Our order came up, and we sat and ate in the warm sun.  It was ironic, I
thought, that here we were, barely an hour from an intense time of fucking,
and teen girls were checking Josh out.  All the fucking must've worked up
an appetite in Josh, because he wolfed down his burger by the time I'd
barely gotten half-way through mine!
       We got back into the Jeep, Josh checking out the teen girls as we
left the driveway, and headed back towards the cabin.  The drive through
the Hunewill ranch land was beautiful as always, and the late afternoon
thunderheads over the Sierra were dramatic.  We got back to the cabin
around 4:30 or so, and as we drove down the dirt and gravel driveway we
could see our neighbors were back.
       "Glad we went to that place," Josh commented as we parked.  "I don't
think we would have had a moment's peace if we'd stayed here."  I agreed
with him, and we got out, going to our cabin and opening up the kitchen
door.  I wanted a beer badly, and Josh grabbed his tackle to go fishing.
       "So, are you really doing that to fish, or just keep up the
illusion?"  Josh stopped at the door, turned and looked at me.
       "Actually," he paused and looked at the lake, "I wanna fish."  He
smiled at me and walked down to our spot.  It was a gorgeous afternoon, a
bit cool and breezy, but not windy like it can get in the afternoons.  I
grabbed my tackle and my beer and followed him down.  I glanced at the
neighbor's dock and noticed the boat was gone, so I figured one or both of
the men were out fishing.  Josh and I baited our hooks and tossed our lines
into the water.  For some reason we both felt like standing, rather than
sitting.  I was enjoying my beer and occasionally looking over at Josh.  He
was still in the tank top, which showed off his shoulders and arms so well.
I felt like I wanted to fuck him again, but kept quiet since I still wished
to give him the chance to suggest things for us to do.
       As the sun dipped below the peaks I went back in for another beer.
Neither of us had any luck catching anything, and I doubted we would.  I
returned to our spot to find Josh sitting on the picnic table, so I went
over and joined him.  I noticed our neighbors returning and waved at them.
They held up an empty stringer, and waved back.  Josh was still staring out
at the lake, not noticing them.
       "Wazzup?" I asked, seeing that Josh had something on his mind.
       "I dunno," he started, shrugging his shoulders and not looking at
me.  "I'm just bummed, I guess, figuring that we have just tonight and
tomorrow before we have to go home.  And then, you `n' me, well..." He
trailed off.  He kept looking out, away, not even looking at his line or
anything.
       "Well," I started, trying to be helpful.  "Even you said all you had
hoped would happen between us this week was oral, and, well, uh, um..." and
I stammered a bit.  "A LOT more has happened than just that, right?"  I was
trying to be cheerful, but also felt keenly aware that we had just over 24
hours of sex left.
       "I know," he responded.  "And it was fuckin' hot, and WAY more than
I expected."  He glanced over at our neighbors who were getting their
tackle out of their boat.  "I just wish it could continue when we got home.
I was thinking..."  Josh took a look around, as if he was making sure no
one could or would hear him.  "I was thinking, what if, uh, um...well, what
if, once I turn 18 in a couple of years, what if, uh" and he took a deep
breath.  "What if you" and he paused.  "Leave my mom so you and I can be,
well, together?"  I turned to him, completely surprised.
       "Really?" I asked, almost in total shock.
       "Yeah."  Josh took a deep breath and swallowed.  "I mean, I'm really
liking the sex, it's just awesome.  And I REALLY like you.  And, well, I
really DO wanna be your lover.  I wanna be your houseboy, you fuck toy,
your sex slave, I wanna be naked for you all the time, or like in these,"
and he pointed to his board shorts.  "so you can do whatever you want with
me whenever you want.  I wanna be your cum whore...everything."  This
revelation did shock me a bit, and I found myself trembling at the thought
of having Josh as a personal boy toy, wearing what I want him to wear,
being available for oral or anal sex whenever I wanted it.  Then the image
of the dream I'd had during the week of all of us being sexually involved
popped into my head, and I thought I'd share that with him.  But instead,
trembling, I spoke quietly.
       "Fuck," I said, taking a big swig of beer and finishing it off.  I
placed the bottle behind me on the table and Josh offered to get me another
one.  Before I could say anything he took the empty and hopped off the
table, running first to the front door of the cabin, which was still
locked.  He then ran to the kitchen, and returned in a couple of minutes
with a fresh bottle of beer.  He handed it to me and sat back down next to
me, a bit closer this time.  I continued what I had been about to say when
he went to get me the beer.
       "Fuck, dude.  You're the best fuckin' sex I've ever had.  And you're
so fuckin' hot, that you could have ANY girl - or guy - that you want.  And
I'm REALLY flattered that you want...me."  I took a deep breath, my beer
trembling in my hands.  "I love your mom.  And I know that if I left...for
you...it would devastate her.  I mean, your dad left for another guy, and
you know how long that took for her to get over before she and I dated,
right?  I just couldn't `leave' your mom for you.  As much as having you as
my personal boy sex toy would be fuckin' awesome, I just love your mom too
much."  I took a deep drink of my beer.  "Plus, ya never know what'd gonna
happen before you hit 18.  I mean, this week it's just US, so we HAVE the
opportunity for all the sex we want, and that might be the reason why
you're thinking this.  Who knows what it'll be like when you start school
again, and get back into swimming and track and volleyball.  You might find
some other boy or coach that turns you on, or even a girl, and you'll
remember this week as fuckin' awesome, but nothin' more.  And who knows, by
the time you're 18 you might have a serious relationship with someone else
and the idea of you and I as permanent lovers will be in the past."  Josh
gave a week shrug of his shoulders and looked down at the ground.
       "Ya know," I continued, "when I was your age I'd go on these
weeklong church camps or choir tours, and I'd get so, well, in-love with
someone.  But after we'd get back home it'd die out.  It's the intensity of
the time that makes you feel strong about it.  Like I said, in two weeks or
a month you might be thinkin' `why the fuck did I say that to John?', and
hoping I'll not keep you to it."  I looked over at him and gave him a
slight smile.  I could tell he was disappointed.  "Hey," I said, reaching
up to put a hand on his shoulder.  "I don't wanna destroy your dreams.  I
just think you ought to keep your options open and don't plan for something
like that until, well, until you ARE 18.  You may wanna go to college, or
leave the state, or get a job that puts you in something you love that will
mean moving out of the area.  Just don't go making those kinds of plans at
16, OK?"  He nodded.  I could tell he was bummed at my response, but I
couldn't tell if it was because I squashed his fantasy, or if it was
because he wanted to have something that he may have thought was special.
After several moments of quiet, Josh lifted his head up and stared out at
the lake, bathed in afternoon sun.
       "I guess you're right," he started.  "I just really...love...being
with you, and the idea of being your `boy' and doing whatever you want
whenever you want is just...such a...turn on."  I rubbed his shoulder and
leaned into him a bit.
       "It doesn't mean I don't want to take whatever chance I can get to
have sex with you.  I STILL want THAT.  You know, if we can do trips like
this, or if your mom is gone for a while or we have the house to ourselves,
I'm totally open to doing stuff.  It's just the idea of leaving your mom to
live a sexual life with you is just one I can't see happening easily."  I
took another swig of beer and took my hand off Josh's shoulder.  It was a
lovely evening, and lights were beginning to be turned on across the lake.
Josh and I just sat there, enjoying the quiet, listening to the wavelets
lap against the rock wall that made the shoreline, and viewing the high
peaks on the other side of the lake as they glowed in pink from the setting
sun in the west.
       "HOLY CRAP!" Josh exclaimed.  His line was dancing, the tip of the
rod bending towards the water.  He hopped off the table, and quickly took
up the rod from the holder, giving it a pull back to set the hook.  As he
started to retrieve the line I grabbed the net and stood next to him,
watching him reel in his catch.  As he got it closer to shore we could see
it was a nice one: maybe a good pound-and-a-half.  Josh deftly got the
trout to the lake's edge, and I dipped in the net and pulled it out.  It
was a nice one, maybe not as big as I'd thought, but big enough that Josh
suggested we clean it and have it for dinner.  I agreed to that idea as I
pulled the trout out of the net and took the hook out with the pliers.  I
didn't feel that hungry since we'd had burgers in town only a couple of
hours before.  But a trout, pan-fried, with maybe some rice and bread would
be nice.  He took the trout to go clean it while I started to take the
tackle back to the cabin.  Once I got everything away I pulled out items
for dinner: rice, bread, butter, a lemon, and some seasoning.  Experience
had taught me to always bring certain things to these cabin trips for
cooking up trout.  As Josh came into the kitchen, cleaned out trout and
filet knife in hand, I fired up the skillet.  Josh was actually quite good
at cooking trout, so while he got that going, I grabbed another beer and
started the rice.  Within a few minutes our light supper was ready.  We
decided to eat outside since it was still a bit light out there.  We took
our plates to the picnic table just outside our cabin door and had a nice,
quiet meal.  Many times as we sat there Josh looked over to the neighbor's
cabin.  Finally he spoke to me, after what had seemed an eerie silence.
       "Ya know, I've been thinkin' `bout what you've said," and he took a
forkful of rice and put it in his mouth.  "You're right.  It's too early to
be making plans of a life with you.  And I think you're right – it was
my cock speaking, wanting that life of being your `boy'.  Who knows?  Maybe
by then I'll still have this idea of doing that.  But I think you're right,
too, in that it would totally kill my mom.  She took my dad leaving her for
Ron really, really hard.  And if you left her for ME, well, fuck, that
would kill `er."  He took a big bite of trout and stopped talking.  I
thought I'd say something to echo his statement, but it'd only be a repeat
of what I'd said less than an hour before.  We sat there, eating our
suppers, looking up occasionally to see the bats flitting between the
trees, going after the bugs in the twilight.
	"Movie tonight?" I asked Josh, looking over at him.  He smiled a
bit and nodded his head.
	"Yeah.  That'd be nice."
	"Of course," I added, "it's your night to make the decisions, not
mine."
	"I thought that applied only to" and he leaned over to me and
whispered "sexual things."
	I giggled.  "I guess.  How `bout you pick the movie?"  Josh agreed.
He asked if I wanted another beer, and I said I'd take one, so he picked up
our plates, went into the kitchen, and came back out a minute or so later
with a bottle for me.
	"Ya know, John," he started, looking up at the stars that were
beginning to show.  "For someone that's never done anything with a guy at
all, this week, you've been really good.  If you hadn't told me I was your
first fuck or suck, I'd never believed it.  You're good, man.  Or should I
say, `daddy'?"  I became self conscious and spoke out a soft "thanks".
Josh continued.
	"Didja watch gay porn at all when you lived alone?"  I confessed to
him that I had, but usually would watch it and then toss out the tapes.  I
felt that it would have been one thing for someone to find all the photos
of girls that I kept, but another thing totally if they found gay porn.  I
told him that all the stories I used to write I'd erase any time I started
to date a girl, just so she couldn't find them.  Josh commented that he
wished he could write so he could bring his fantasies to life.  I replied
that he didn't need to write fantasies: he lived them anyway.  He laughed
at that.
	"Yeah, you told me about erasing stories earlier this week," Josh
said, giggling at the thought of me being so afraid.  "So, John, you ever
wish any of the guys you've told me about could've happened?"  I started to
think about who I had mentioned to him.  I remember telling him about the
paperboy and then the guy who lived close by.  Josh must've been reading my
mind. "Like the paperboy or the other guy you said lived close by?"  I
finished off the beer, placing the bottle gently on the table.
	"I think," I started, "that, even though that paperboy was hot, the
one I wished COULD have happened, was David, the guy who lived close by.  I
just wish I'd thought about it when I could've DONE something about it."
	"Whaddya mean?" Josh inquired, resting his elbow on the table and
propping his head on it.
	"Well," I started, "David was close by, and I told you that at 17
he was very smooth, toned and cute.  And David was a lot like me: he was
into fantasy play, like army games and BB gun games, and was not athletic
or a skateboarder or surfer.  Girls didn't like him as anything more than a
friend, which was how I rated with girls.  So, he and I were a lot alike.
I figure that maybe then because we were a lot alike – in that I liked
to do pretend things and I wasn't a jock or popular with girls - maybe he
might be more open to doing stuff with guys.  And he lived like a 2 minute
walk from my home, and he lived with his widowed dad and his older sister,
who worked odd hours, so I probably could've hung out and stayed over at
his place a lot, and that could've led to sex.  I just wish, now, twenty
years later that I'd thought of friending him and hopefully it could have
led to something.  The story I wrote about him had the beginning scene in a
bedroom we shared on choir tour.  We even shared the bed, a queen bed."  I
went on to tell Josh about the general idea of the story about David, how
the first night on the tour we had some fun, and then after the tour we
started to have sex.
	"I wish I could write stories like that" Josh said, sitting up
straight.  "I've just never been good at writing."
	"Well, I just found that it was a way to get my fantasies on paper,
so-to-speak, and flesh them out and, ya know, keep the fantasy as real as
possible.  When I jerk off to my fantasies they can get a little, well,
unrealistic.  Writing them made me keep them more `real'".  I looked up
overhead, and could see the faint traces of the Milky Way.  I did love
being up here in the mountains: the cool, crisp, clean air; the scenery;
the quiet; and this week, the sex.  As I was staring at the skies, hearing
the high-pitched "beeps" the bats make as they are hunting for bugs, I felt
Josh shiver next to me.
	"You OK?" I asked.  He had wrapped his arms around himself, and I
realized that in the coolness of the evening, his loose-fitting tank top
and board shorts weren't much for keeping him warm.  "Let's go in and fire
up the movie, OK?"  Josh nodded in agreement, which was tough to see in the
darkness.  We got up from the table, grabbing our dishes, and went into the
kitchen.  I closed the door behind us and started to fill the sink to wash
the dishes.  Josh walked around the kitchen, closing the blinds and locking
the door.  Then he went into the living room, closing the blinds in there
as well.  For someone who'd been shivering outside, I was amazed at how
quickly Josh stripped off his tank top.  I was expecting the shorts to be
next, but he didn't take those off.  Instead he came up behind me as I was
washing the dishes, and cuddled against me, pressing his chest to my back.
He wrapped his arms around me and reached up to my chest, gently massaging
me and playing with my nipples, which became erect quickly.
	"Ya know, you're making it hard to do the dishes" I commented, both
in jest and in seriousness.  I couldn't get to the dishes with him reaching
under my arms and playing with my chest.  Josh moved his right hand to my
crotch and groped me.
	"You're not hard," he giggled in my ear, taking my statement a
totally different way than I had intended.
	"I didn't mean THAT!" I said with a smile, obviously understanding
how my statement had been interpreted by Josh.  As I finished up our few
dishes, Josh tried to slip his hand in behind the waistband of my shorts.
He couldn't get it in because of my belt, so he took both hands and started
to undo my belt buckle.  I actually stood there and found myself a bit
annoyed by this since I had the dishes to finish, but I kept working on
them as Josh undid my belt, then the button of my fly, and then pulled down
the zipper.  He slipped his right hand into my shorts and began to slowly
touch, rub and massage my dick through the fabric of my boxer/briefs.  It
was so gentle, not forceful or rough, and so nice that I let out a soft
moan of pleasure.  I felt my cock grow in my shorts as Josh continued to
rub me.  He was pressed so close into me that my cargo shorts, even undone,
couldn't fall to the floor.  Soon I was fully erect, and Josh's touching
now turned into gentle stroking through my underwear.  I began to breathe
slowly, enjoying his touching.  He started to kiss me softly on my neck,
just little touch kisses that popped quietly as he touched his lips to my
skin.  Now I was fully erect, and Josh began to squeeze me, which made me
ache to let a load go.  I began to breathe quickly, excited by this gentle
yet highly erotic hand job.  I could feel the leaking of precum on my
belly.  All this was happening as I kept my hands in the warm water of the
sink.  I couldn't finish the dishes.  With a bit of effort and taking my
mind off of Josh's touching, I managed to finish the dishes, getting them
rinsed off and into the drying rack.  Josh never stopped rubbing me,
although my dishwashing did cause him to stop the gentle kisses while I
moved my head around to watch what I was doing.  When I was done I took the
hand towel and dried my hands.  Then I placed them on the edge of the
counter, and allowed myself to get lost in Josh's foreplay.
	My breathing slowed and deepened as I sank into a deep reverie
while being given a hand job by this gorgeous teen boy.  He was still
pressed against me so that my shorts were still in place.  Now Josh took
his left hand and reached down into the fly of my cargo shorts and cupped
my balls, which were tucked in tight to me.  He returned to gently kissing
my neck as his warm hand grasped my balls.  His right hand was now
outlining the fullness of my cock, and I really was dying for him to do
more, either oral or by hand.  But this gentleness was extremely erotic,
and I found that it was more of a turn on for me than WHAT he was doing.  I
felt like I was being made love to, not having sex.  I could feel that
Josh, too, had grown to fullness behind me, and he began to slowly hump
himself against my flat butt.  The erotic nature of all of this was
amplified by the fact that he hadn't put his hand in my underwear – he
was doing all of this from the outside of my boxer/briefs.  That made it
more sensual.  Seemingly, out of nowhere, I heard a soft voice.  At first,
I didn't think it was Josh.
	"Wish they had a bathtub in this cabin" he said, very quietly, and
very sensually.
	"Taking a bath with you would be nice" I breathed, enjoying the
warmth of his touch and kissing.  "Or a spa, but private so we could be
naked."
	"Yeah," Josh breathed in agreement.  I could hear his breathing
changing too, and sounds of him licking his lips behind me.  He returned to
kissing my neck as he pulled his left hand out from my shorts and brought
it back up to my chest, touching my nipples as he did.  I felt like I was
going to have an orgasm right there.  This was, even with ALL we'd done
just today, the most sensual and sexual thing this week.  The foreplay was
magnificent.  I could feel myself leaking precum, which was dampening the
front of my shorts.  I had no clue what might be next, but I was totally
willing to let Josh run the show.  I had intended for something like this
to happen, like it was the "first time" for us, and it was wonderful.
	"Turn around," Josh stated so quietly, yet it had a sense of
command to it.  He released his hold on me and stood back so I could turn
around.  As I did my cargo shorts slid down a bit.  I looked at Josh, so
firm, so toned, and so smooth.  His board shorts were riding low on his
hips due to humping against me, and his fully erect boy cock was sticking
out of the waistband about 2-3".  He reached over and tugged on my shirt,
which he pulled over my head slowly and let fall to the floor.  Then he
reached down to my cargo shorts and began to slowly slip them down past my
hips until they plopped onto the floor, the belt buckle making a loud
clinking sound as it hit the tile.  I reached over to Josh to pull his
shorts down, but he gently grasped my wrists and moved them back to my
sides.  I placed my hands on the counter and leaned back into it.  Josh
then placed his toes on my shirt and moved it to just in front of me.  He
then got down on his knees, using my shirt as padding for the tile floor.
He then placed his hands on my hips and leaned in, gently kissing my fully
erect cock through the fabric of my underwear.  The touch of his lips on
the fabric, which I felt on my cock, made me shudder.  I reached down to
run my fingers through his hair, but Josh again grasped my wrist, and
placed it back on the counter.  I realized that this was his time, his
idea.  So I relaxed as he continued to kiss my bulge, moving up to the
leaking cock tip that was peeking out of the waistband the top of my
boxer/briefs.  He then took one hand off my hips and started to cup my
balls again.  As he gently massaged them he took the tip of his tongue and
placed it on the moist piss slit of my cock, taking off the precum that had
leaked from there.  I leaned back in ecstasy, enjoying the sensation of his
tongue on my cock tip.  Josh then returned to my bulge, gently kissing my
cock shaft through the fabric of my boxer/briefs as he softly massaged my
balls.  I let myself moan a bit on the loud side, just enjoying this and
knowing our neighbors were in their cabin.  The extreme sensuality of all
this made my body tremble.  My breathing changed as Josh kissed my cock
shaft up and down. His kisses were the soft touch of his lips to my cock,
not like a full on kiss.  Just a gentle touch.  I could also feel his warm
breath through the fabric of my boxer/briefs as he'd hover his mouth over
the bulge.  My cock was fully erect, and even though it had been many times
over the week, this time I felt like I was the fullest I'd been the whole
time.  I leaned my head back again as he kissed the tip of my cock, the
soft touch of his lips sending shivers through me.  I felt myself about to
release, so I edged as best as I could.  I managed to keep it in check as
Josh now moved back down my cock shaft to start kissing my bulge again.  I
shuddered when I felt what seemed to be a "bite" on my cock.  I looked down
to see Josh's head, tilted to one side, gently applying his teeth to my
cock shaft.  He pulled back, unable to get his head at the angle required,
but I had enjoyed the sensation.  Josh then returned to my barely visible
cock head, and opened his mouth slightly, taking in the fat purple knob
that was leaking precum again.  He started to kiss my cock head repeatedly
with wet, moist, open mouth kisses, like he was French kissing it.  This
was more sensual than if he were to take me into his mouth and give me
head.  I started to breathe funny, more rapidly, and my body started to
gyrate a bit, loving this new sensation of Josh French-kissing my cock
head.  It was then that I felt the shudder, the tensing of my body, and I
could feel the pulsing of my fully erect cock as I had an unbelievably
intense orgasm.  Josh kept his parted lips on my cock tip and I could feel
him literally sucking my cum straight out of the piss slit like my cock was
a straw.  Josh stayed on me for several moments as my cock slowly stopped
its surging.  I don't know how much I shot, but I felt it probably wasn't
much since we'd fucked only a few hours before.  When Josh finally pulled
off of me he licked his lips and wiped his mouth against the back of his
hand.  He stood up, revealing that his shorts were almost off his hips, and
his fully erect boyhood was practically falling out.
	"Now what, daddy?" he asked playfully.  I reached over to him, and
with both hands just tugged on his board shorts.  They slipped easily off
his hips and to his ankles, allowing his cock to fall freely and bounce a
couple of times.
	"What do you want, `son'?" I emphasized that word "son" to help him
with this ongoing fantasy.  Josh stepped back a bit from me and took a hold
of his cock.
	"I want daddy to dance and strip off his shorts in front of me
while I jerk off."  His voice was both playful and somewhat of a command.
I laughed at his request.
	"Uh, me...DANCE?" I laughed again. "I don't dance.  I can do some
stupid `moves', but I really can't dance."  I was smiling broadly thinking
of the absurdity of me dancing in front of Josh.  He gave me a wry smile.
	"I don't care, daddy.  I want you to dance and strip in front of me
while I jerk off.  Even if all you do is move, that's fine.  I just want
you to do it."  Josh was already massaging his boy cock as he spoke,
clearly intent on doing this.  He then stretched out his free hand towards
me, and I took it.  He led me through the kitchen door to the living room,
where he released his grasp on my hand and plopped onto the couch.  He
spread his legs and continued to stroke his boy cock with his right hand,
and started to play with his balls with his left.  I began to move, to run
my hands sensually over my shoulders, then my chest, just moving my hips
from side to side.  I started to gyrate my hips as I did this, running my
hands down over them, staring between Josh's eyes, and his firm boyhood
that he was stroking intently.  Josh was looking at me, his eyes scanning
over me from my chest to my legs, and stopping frequently on the renewed
bulge in my underwear.  His stroking would alternate between firm pulls on
his dick to just quick fapping motions, and I could see that he'd sometimes
just touch his balls, or he'd cup them.  As I continued dancing I ran my
fingers into the waistband of my shorts, and started to pull them down
slowly and seductively. Josh liked this, and momentarily ceased his
stroking as he watched.  He resumed as I pulled my shorts down far enough
for my fully erect cock to be released, and he gave a soft moan as my cock
popped out and pointed at him.
	"Yes, daddy.  Lemme see that nice daddy cock that I love so much."
He moaned after he said this, and I allowed my shorts to continue to fall
naturally as I "danced" for him.  As they fell to my ankles I stepped out
of them, and took a step towards Josh, which placed me right as his feet.
I ran my hands over my chest again, down my sides, and over my cock and
balls, returning one hand to my nipples as I gently touched myself in front
of him.  Now I was getting into this, and feeling like I could have another
climax at any moment.  Josh's stroking motion intensified and he looked
directly at my cock.  His moaning started to get louder and his body
started to move as I continued to massage my cock and play with my nipples.
Then Josh tossed his head back against the couch, stretched out his legs
and arched his back a bit, just as several streams of gooey white boy
liquid shot from the end of his hard cock.  He groaned loudly as splash
after splash of boy juice landed on his chin, his chest, and then by the
3rd stream, his belly.  Josh then took long, deep breaths as his cock
continued to pulse and release white boy cum from its end.  I was stroking
myself now, and felt the sensation as I reached a dry climax.  But it was
wonderful nonetheless.  I looked down at this gorgeous teen boy sitting on
the couch, and wanted him again.
	"Clean me up, daddy" Josh said a matter of fact tone.  "With your
tongue" he said with a smile.  I shifted between his legs and kneeled down
in front of him.  I started by licking the cum from his still hard cock,
swirling my tongue around his cock head and eating up his delicious boy
juice.  Then I moved up to his belly, using my tongue to lick off the small
puddles of his cum off his belly and out of his belly button.  I shifted
myself a bit as I moved up to the next small puddle of his boy juice that
was on his chest.  I took my tongue and made a broad swipe, licking it off
and licking his left nipple at the same time.  That caused him to moan
softly and he responded by wrapping his legs around me.  Next was the bit
of cum that laced his chin.  I wrapped my mouth around his chin and pulled
back, closing my lips around it and sucking off his cum at the same time.
I then licked my lips and leaned into him, kissing him softly, transferring
some of his boy juice to his own mouth.  He wrapped his arms around me as
we kissed, and then he released me.
	"I need to shower" he giggled softly.  I said I needed to as well,
so I got off my knees and then helped Josh up.  He leaned in and kissed me
again, and walked through the bedroom to the bathroom.  As he did that I
returned to the kitchen and picked up our clothes.  I walked into our
bedroom where I lit the candle and then dumped our clothes on the bed.  I
stepped into the bathroom and stood there, watching Josh rinse off his cum
laced body.  He looked at me and smiled as he did, and blew a kiss at me.
He finished up, shut off the water and stepped out.  I handed him a towel
and then stepped into the shower myself.  The warm water felt good coursing
down my back and my chest, and I watched Josh as he dried himself up.
	"Hey," he started.  "I got an idea.  Why don't I fold out the couch
and we could watch the movie in there?"  I nodded my head and said that
sounded nice.  Josh threw the towel on the floor and walked out.  That did
sound nice.  The couch was a bit larger and flatter so it'd probably work
for the TV.  I finished up, stepped out and dried myself off.  I knew Josh
would remain naked so I decided that I would as well.  I walked back
through the bedroom and into the living room as Josh was pulling out the
couch bed.  It did seem to be a bit larger.  He then pulled the combo
VCR/TV from the floor behind the overstuffed chair and plugged it in.  All
the movies were in his bag, so he went into the bedroom to find one.  I
laid down on the c ouch on the right side, and pulled the TV to the foot of
the bed next to my feet. Josh returned with a couple of tapes, and we
settled on "Braveheart".  Josh inserted the tape and then lay down next to
me.  As the movie started up he shifted over so that our shoulders touched.
I looked down at this smooth, toned, naked boy next to me.  The urge to
attack and rape him came over me, but I kept it subdued, still letting him
be the one who started things for the day.  We both had seen this movie,
but it was one of our favorites.  Soon this naked teen boy was cuddling
into me, his head on my chest and my arm around him.  I felt myself fall to
sleep.  Josh woke me up as he turned off the TV and placed it on the floor.
He then picked up the bedding so I could cover myself, and then he crawled
back in next to me, cuddling with me again. We both soon fell asleep,
exhausted from the day of sex and extreme sensuality.