Date: Wed, 5 Aug 2009 05:44:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crystal Lake

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters
and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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Crystal Lake -1

Josh winced as he tucked his head deeper into the pillow stuffed in the
corner between the edge of his bed and the wall. The light cotton sheet had
shifted a bit when he turned. Even that small movement irritated his
flaming red butt.

"Shit," Josh whispered as he tried, yet again, to get comfortable.

The events of the past hour were vividly clear in his mind. Josh would be
the first to admit he wasn't sure how he found himself in the spot he was
now, except for the knowledge he had pushed his Dad too far.

* * * *

It was well after supper and the soft light of the moon was starting to
streak across the smooth surface of the lake. Josh loved this time of
day. The work was done, the lake was often still, and occasionally one
could hear the sound of the nesting loons along with the chirps and croaks
of the crickets and frogs.

"Can I take the boat out?" Josh asked his Dad.

"Not tonight," his Dad answered gently, looking through the fishing
magazine that had just come in the mail.

"But Dad?" Josh whined, sounding more like a nine year old than his actual
fourteen.

"Josh, I said no," his Dad replied; still calm, and with a hint of a smile
at Josh's persistence.

If Josh would have left it at that, everything would have been fine. But he
didn't, or couldn't, or wouldn't, even he couldn't say which.

"That sucks," Josh said under his breath, just loud enough that his Dad
overheard.

"What did you say?" his Dad asked, lowering the magazine so he could look
in Josh's direction.

"I said it fucking sucks!" Josh said softly with the kind of attitude that
often comes with being a teenager.

"Okay, that's it." His Dad sighed with the determined tone of one who has
already made up his mind, and is about to take action.

"No, uh, I didn't mean that," Josh stammered.

The look on his Dad's face said it all. Josh had apparently crossed a line,
and now he was going to have to pay for it.

Josh looked across the room at his mother, busy with her knitting. "Mom?
Please?" he whined, looking for any help he could get.

"Sorry, honey," She said with a sympathetic look, "but your Dad's
right. You know better than to use language like that."

Josh's eyes grew moist as his Dad stood, put his hand on his son's
shoulder, and turned him in the direction of the back door. Josh's head
drooped as he slowly walked in front of his Dad, his fate sealed. In this
part of the country there really is such a thing as a wood shed.

The short walk into the trees was done in silence. Josh pulled the door
open to the tool section of the shed, turned on the light and looked back
at his Dad as he walked in. The smell of freshly cut Birch and Maple logs
drifted over the half-wall that separated the tools from the stacks of
split wood that were drying.

"Let's get on with it," Josh's Dad said softly, reaching for his belt
buckle.

Josh nearly started to cry with frustration and anger, but he got his
courage up, turned to face the tool bench, and slowly pulled down his swim
suit. The deep tan on his upper body, arms, and legs stood out as his light
pink rear end came into view. He gave his Dad one last glance, and, seeing
the nod of his Dad's head, he knew there wasn't going to be a reprieve. He
offered up his bare butt for punishment by pulling up his T Shirt a few
inches, laying his chest on the bench and resting his head in his folded
arms.

To Josh, the first crack of the belt always seemed to be the worst. You had
to wait for it. You knew it was coming, and your ass quivered with
nervousness. Then, the smack landed hard. A kid couldn't help but jump at
both the sound and the sting. He knew if he moved too much, his Dad would
only give him more, so he held his place. After five minutes, Josh had lost
count of how many licks had landed on his soft butt. He lost count because
the pain from one soon blended into that of the next, until it all seemed a
blur. Josh's Dad wasn't violent, and he wasn't mean, but he was
methodical. He wouldn't stop until every square inch of the teen's ass was
red and looked to be on fire.

Finally, the belt had done its work. "About your language?" his Dad asked
softly.

"Won't happen again, Sir," Josh mumbled between tearful sniffs.

"Pull up your pants and head to bed."

Josh reached down and slowly raised his swim suit, carefully pulling the
fabric over the glowing pink cheeks. The style of the suit made it look
more like a pair of board shorts. Once back up around his waist, Josh tied
the string to keep it in place.

As he turned, he looked up at his Dad, who opened his arms. Josh fell
against him, relieved to get the gentle hug that always told him all was
forgiven.

"I need you at the dock at 7:00 in the morning," his Dad whispered.

 Josh nodded, tears streaming down his face.

Josh held his Dad for a moment longer and then headed back to the house.

* * * *

Repositioning himself in the bed, careful to remain face down, Josh sniffed
away a few last tears. The cool night breeze felt good as the heat
continued to radiate off his butt cheeks.

"I only wanted a boat ride," he whimpered as the pain in his ass
intensified. He winced once more and hoped for sleep.

* * * *

Josh Danielson lived with his Mom and Dad in northern Minnesota, on what
was commonly referred to as one of the 10,000 lakes. The family owned a
small resort with eight split log cabins spread across twenty acres of
forested land. Gentle sloping ground formed a sand beach, more than enough
room for a pier, and slips for a few small boats. The center of the
property was dominated by a modest size restaurant/tavern combination that
also served as the rental office. A small house was off to one side for
Josh and his parents, and that pretty much completed the place.

Josh woke a little past 6:00 the next morning when his Mom gently shook him
and reminded him he was expected at the dock at 7:00. He wiped the sleep
from his eyes, yawned, and rolled over. He noticed the sting had gone away,
and his ass, though tender, wasn't giving him a lot of pain. He crawled out
of bed naked, his dick hard and flying proud.

Hearing his Mom in the kitchen he contemplated making a naked dash to the
bathroom, but thought better of it, choosing instead to open the window,
climb on to the small stool near his bed and pee out onto the sandy forest
floor. Grinning, he watered a small weed before shaking the last drops off
his dick. His penis returned to normal, losing its morning stiffness. He
pulled on his swimsuit and then a white T, stepped into sandals and headed
for breakfast.

* * * *

There was a line of boaters at the dock waiting for fuel when Josh slowly
walked down from the house. He waved and smiled, thinking "same shit every
day!" It wasn't that he disliked the amazing place where they lived and
worked. It was just that a kid his age needed to have friends. Deep in the
forest like this, nearly twenty five miles to the nearest town, there
weren't very many opportunities to have friends. In fact, there was no one
his age within miles.

In the fall when school started, he would at least have the chance to be
with some kids. Here, if any kids did come along, they would only stay a
week and then head back to wherever they called home.

By three in the afternoon Josh's Dad was awake after a long night of
tending bar at the tavern. He had finished his maintenance chores so he
could now take over at the dock and give Josh some time off.

"I'm going for a hike around the lake," Josh announced as his Dad smiled
and gave him a nod of approval. Josh stopped at the house for a water
bottle, a couple of energy bars, his pocket knife, compass, and a
lighter. He stuffed them all into a small pack along with a towel.

"Don't forget the basics," he had heard his Dad say hundreds of times. It
had become second nature to pack a few things any time he headed out.

The lake was in the shape of a great oval, covering a distance of twelve
miles from the start of the resort around the shoreline and back again. An
overgrown and barely recognizable trail created a passage, the path set
back from the shoreline perhaps 100 feet. Josh knew where he was going,
having hiked the place literally a hundred times. He was headed for the
cove at the far end.

After an hour and a half of walking Josh finally reached the spot. He
carefully climbed down a small embankment, over a few rocks left by an
ancient glacier, to the tiny sand beach of the cove. Trees covered the
curved shoreline. His secret spot was hidden from view except when a boat
would pass directly opposite.

"Bare ass beach!" Josh grinned as he reached for the string holding his
swimsuit in place. A yank and the knot came loose. Using both hands he
shoved the waistband down and the fabric fell to his feet. He was naked as
the day he was born.

"Fuck, this is the way it should always be," Josh smiled as he stepped out
of his suit and walked slowly into the clear water. Crystal Lake was spring
fed and extremely clear, at a depth of eight feet or more one could still
see the sandy bottom. Josh slowly swam out to a place where the water was
about twelve feet deep and then carefully made his way up onto a small
cluster of rocks. One large rock was wide and flat looking, somewhat like
the top of a table. Sitting in the warm sun he finally felt like he could
be himself. He stretched out on the wide flat surface of the warm stone and
lay in the sun until the water had all evaporated from his skin, and he
could feel little bumps as a gentle breeze blew over him.

Josh didn't even think about what he was doing when he let his hand go
naturally down between his thin legs and start to play with his six and a
half inch cock. He had a nice patch of light brown hair down there that
curled in a soft little tuft around his average sized tool. He lightly
lifted his nuts and let them roll from one side of his fingers to the
other. His dick twitched.

"Wanna play?" he giggled as he looked down at his penis in the warm
afternoon sun.

Almost as if giving him an answer, his penis jerked and got stiff. Josh
tenderly wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked it up and
down. Twisting his hand from time to time, Josh pulled on his cock with the
experience that comes from years of almost daily practice. He paused, spit
into his hand, wrapped the wet stuff around the tip of his dick, and got
back to stroking. He took his time, but his hand on his cock felt so good
it wasn't very long before the tingle started. He pumped a little faster,
harder, and then faster still.

"Ugh, Ugh," he groaned.

He spread his legs and raised his ass off the rock a little, stroking his
dick with a definite purpose in mind now. Josh's breathing came faster. He
moaned as he felt the need in his crotch grow.

"Make me cum," he moaned, thinking of a time when there would be someone
else doing the stroking. "Fucking make me cum!" he groaned, and then he
felt the moment arrive.

"Oh shit," he whimpered as his dick twitched. Hot jets of goo shot out the
end and splashed onto his chest. One shot so far that a glob of jizz landed
on his chin. Josh tugged on his dick several more times until he was sure
that the last of his cream had been milked from his balls. He relaxed and
smiled slowly catching his breath. Grinning, he ran a finger through the
warm spermy puddles on his chest, amazed at the thickness and the quantity.

"You're the man!" he giggled as he looked at the slop lazily dripping down
between his fingers.

After a few more minutes of relaxation in the sun, Josh climbed off the
rock, back into the water and slowly swam to shore. By the time he was
pulling on his swim suit, all traces of his magical moment had been washed
away.

The walk back home was, please forgive the pun, "anti-climatic." However,
there was one interesting sight along the way. At the point nearly the
farthest from his house, the old Healey place sat abandoned and sad. One of
the few year round cabins on the lake, it had been empty since the old man
died nearly a year earlier. As Josh walked past the place on his way home,
he noticed the sale sign had a sticker, "Offer Accepted."

"Wonder who's moving in?" He thought, pushing some knee high ferns out of
the way and continuing down the path. "Probably just another retired
couple!" he thought and sighed.


* * * *

For Travis Cullen, the move from Illinois to Minnesota had been made
against his will, and definitely without regard to his social life, or so
he kept telling his parents. In Chicago he had been the center of attention
with a wide group of friends, and a rising star on his prep school's tennis
team. Now here he was in some god forsaken forest, twenty five miles from
the nearest town. His father was a brilliant commodities trader and by age
forty had amassed a small fortune. Four years later, fed up with city life,
he had decided to move the family to someplace "away from it all." The only
one to escape the move was Travis' older sister Elizabeth, who at eighteen
was now off to college, starting with a short summer term.

"Not even fucking internet!" he thought to himself, though his Dad had
promised to work on getting some kind of satellite dish or microwave link
or something. Travis suspected his Dad missed being on line almost as much
as he did.

"Travis, come help me!" His Dad called and headed to the dock and their
twenty one foot ski boat. In Travis' mind, that was the only good thing
about the place, their new boat was awesome!

"Do I have to?" Travis whined, preferring to wallow in self pity for a
while longer.

"Yes, you have to!" His Dad said firmly. "If you want to drive it, you have
to help keep it in shape."

An hour later, he and his Dad had finished cleaning and stowing gear, and
had set off across the lake to the small resort known to have fuel and
supplies. Travis loved the power delivered by the inboard/outboard engine
and the feel of the wind in his face as his Dad guided the sleek craft
through the small chop of a light breeze. It only took a few minutes to
cross, and then idle down, and pull along side the long dock. Travis jumped
out and grabbed the bow line, while his Dad did the same with the stern.

"Morning!" His Dad smiled at the kid that was already walking their way.

"Hi." the kid smiled back. "I'm Josh, what can I help you with?"

"Need some gas, maybe a few groceries, milk and bread?" Travis' Dad
replied.

"We can do that!" Josh grinned.

Travis looked at the kid and something held his eye. He was slim, but well
proportioned, nice definition, tan, and with that smile, very cute.

As the kid pulled the bow of the boat closer, Travis ended up just a foot
or two away.

"Sorry," Josh blushed as he bumped into Travis wrestling with the heavy
swell coming in from their earlier power run to the dock.

"No problem," Travis mumbled, also seeming embarrassed.

Travis watched as his Dad headed for the office area to get the bread and
milk, and pay for the fuel.

"Here for the week?" Josh asked as he filled the tank.

"Uh, no, not really. We kinda moved here," Travis replied.

"The old Healey place?" Josh asked, sounding excited.

"Uh, I don't know," Travis mumbled, he turned and pointed back in the
direction of the other side of the lake. "It's over there,"

Josh grinned, "Yup, that's the Healey place," he laughed, "Well it was, I
guess it's yours now."

Travis gave Josh a dumb look, not knowing what to say to that.

"What's your name?" Josh finally asked.

"Oh, Travis. Travis Cullen."

"You look almost my age," Josh said, sounding hopeful. "I'm fourteen."

"Fifteen in September," Travis laughed.

"Nice to meet you," Josh grinned, then put the cap on the gas tank.

Travis watched as Josh pulled the hose back across the dock and shut off
the pump. He used a little walkie talkie thing to call the amount and price
in to someone in the office and then wiped his hands off on a grease rag.

"Maybe I can show you around a little if you want?" Josh offered as
Mr. Cullen headed out of the office and in their direction.

"Yeah, that'd be cool," Travis smiled.

Supplies stowed, Travis watched Josh walk back to the office as the boat
slowly moved in reverse away from the dock. "Cute kid," he thought as he
stared at Josh. "Maybe this place won't be so bad after all," He shifted in
his seat, and absentmindedly made a little more room in the front of his
cut offs. His dick had just gotten a little chubby and he seemed to need
it. "Not too bad at all,"

* * * *

This is the first part of an on going story. Please feel free to send story
ideas and comments to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com I love hearing from readers
and your ideas are welcome! Jon D