Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2009 21:04:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crystal Lake - 6

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 - 6

Eight days had gone by since Josh had invited Trav over to stay the
night. Since then, the resort had been busier than ever with an end of
June, first of July, rush. His Dad had him working so much that he and Trav
hadn't been able to spend any time together. Even the occasional Sunday off
was forgotten.

As Josh woke on July 4th, he knew it would be the busiest day yet. "Shit,"
he moaned softly, as he tried to get his eyes to stay open. He was so tired
of day after day of work, all he wanted to do was sleep.

"Josh!" his mother called from the kitchen, "hurry up!" Frustration was
clear in her voice, "You need to get down to the dock!"

Josh reluctantly rolled his legs over the side of the bed, sat up, paused,
and then sleepily headed to the bathroom. After peeing, he dropped his
boxers, turned on the shower, and when the temperature was right, stepped
in.

He was just about finished when his mom apparently turned on the hot water
in the kitchen and the stream of water from the showerhead went instantly
cold.

"Fuck!" Josh yelped, quickly jumping back. What a way to start the morning!

* * * *

Dressed and with a doughnut in his hand, Josh slowly walked down to the
dock. He saw there were already three boats waiting, and it was just a few
minutes before seven. He finished eating, licked the chocolate off his
fingers, and with a sigh, got down to work.

The tired feeling stayed with him through the morning as boat after boat
showed up for fuel, or tied up just long enough to get supplies. Most of
the purchases from the little resort store, it seemed, were for beer.

As Josh watched all the activity around him he became more and more
sullen. "It isn't fair!" he thought, "I have to work, and everybody else
gets to have the day off!" That thought grew as the day wore on.

It was toward eleven when Trav and his Dad pulled up to the dock for
fuel. Trav's Dad headed for the store, while Trav stayed to get things
squared away in the boat.

"Big day, huh?" Trav grinned as Josh pumped gas into the tank.

"I guess," Josh grumped.

"What's with the attitude?" Trav laughed, giving Josh a big grin.

"Don't want to talk about it," Josh said, turning away and putting the
nozzle back. He called in the amount and the price on his little
walkie-talkie.

"I'm sorry you have to work all the time," Trav said softly, apparently
sensing at least one of Josh's problems.

"Yeah," Josh sighed, "Look, I gotta go," he said turning away.

"Are we still going to get together later; after the picnic?" Trav asked
happily.

"Josh turned, I dunno, maybe, we'll see how it goes."

Trav persisted. "Oh come on! You can get off work! Right?"

"You're so self-centered! All you ever think about is what YOU want! Shit,
just jerk yourself off for once!" Josh shot back angrily.

Trav looked stunned, as Josh hurried away in a huff.

One of the things that was nagging at Josh, was the whole thing with
Trav. He really liked having a friend close by, and they were enjoying lots
of good times. But, the fact that they almost always ended up kissing and
jerking off was starting to bother him. It was confusing on lots of
levels. He had always thought of himself as a normal kid. But now, he was
kissing a boy and doing other stuff. He had enough trouble being labeled a
geek, he wasn't at all sure he wanted the word gay to be added to it as
well. What was really frustrating was Josh being forced to admit to himself
that he in fact, really liked being with Travis.

"It doesn't feel wrong," he said to himself when he thought of the things
they had been doing. "Maybe I am gay," He brooded.

* * * *

The afternoon heat only added to Josh's increasingly sour mood. As he
watched family after family stretch out on the shore and start swimming in
the cool water, the words "it's not fair!" came to him again and again.

Josh was just finishing with one customer, when a fat guy in a big mother
of a boat shot his mouth off.

"Come on kid, we haven't got all day! Hurry it up will ya?"

That was it! Josh had had enough. "Blow it out your butt hole, lard ass!
I'm doing the best I can!"

Unfortunately, Josh's Dad was just stepping onto the dock. He had heard
every word.

"We'll be right with you," His Dad said politely to the customer and then
hurried to fill his tank.

Josh could see the fire in his Dad's eyes as they finished up.

Some things you just know! Josh knew he had just earned another licking.

The frustration of the whole day seemed to come to a head. Tears came to
Josh's eyes. He softly sobbed. "It isn't fair!" he whined, "He started it!"

"Get your ass up there!" his Dad said in a low firm voice.

Josh sobbed, the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Move!" his Dad said sternly.

* * * *

Facing the tool bench in the wood shed, Josh couldn't stop his tears. The
feeling that life was unfair, unjust and that none of this was his fault
poured out in long tortured sobs. He slowly pulled down the back of his
swimsuit baring his ass. As he leaned down, his Dad yanked them down
further as if to say, "You're really going to get it this time!"

The smacks of the belt sounded a bit like the crack made by a small
firecracker. To Josh the sting was just as dramatic. Surprisingly, the
ordeal didn't last very long. What his Dad gave up in time, he more than
made up for in intensity. Fewer strokes, but harder, had delivered the same
level of punishment.

"Go to your room!" His Dad said softly but firmly as Josh turned and pulled
up his pants.

He expected the usual hug that said, "All is forgiven." This time his Dad
just swung his head in the direction of the door, indicating he needed to
get a move on.

* * * *

Lying face down on his bed, Josh cried and cried. It really wasn't the pain
of his fiery rear end, but the fact that everything seemed so out of
control. His sobs continued until he was all cried out.

Josh was surprised when the phone rang. He had forgotten he had brought the
handset into his room the night before when he and Trav had talked for a
bit. The noise startled him.

"Hello?" Josh sniffed, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Josh? It's me," Trav said, "Why the fuck were you such an asshole today?"

Josh's tears started again. Now even his friend was angry.

"Are you crying?"

"I can't talk right now," Josh sniffed and hung up.

* * * *

Josh couldn't say how much time had gone by. It could have been fifteen
minutes or maybe it was a half hour. He was still in his room, his head
buried in his pillow.

The phone rang again.

"Josh?" Trav asked again.

"Yeah."

"Open your door!"

"What?"

"Just do it," Trav said softly.

Josh opened the door and there stood Trav, holding a phone.

"Satellite," Trav whispered, lowering the phone from his ear, "works
anywhere."

Josh managed a weak smile; he knew how much his friend liked gadgets.

Trav walked up and pulled Josh into a soft hug. Josh sobbed.

They stepped further into Josh's room and naturally lay down on the
bed. Trav wrapped his arms around Josh, holding him close.

"Tell me," Trav finally whispered when Josh calmed down.

The story came out in bits and pieces; the work, the frustration, the
confusion about liking another boy.

Trav grew quiet as he listened to it all. "I'm so, so sorry!" he whispered.

They held each other for a while, and then Josh got up to wash his face.

Trav was on the bed, and Josh was just pulling on a clean T Shirt, when
there was a knock at the door. Josh's Dad walked in.

Josh gave his Dad a worried look. He suspected his Dad wouldn't approve of
Trav being there.

"Sir," Trav jumped in, "Mrs. Danielson said it would be alright for me to
see Josh. I spoke with her at the restaurant.

Mr. Danielson looked perturbed, but apparently accepted the explanation.

"Josh, your mom just pointed out to me, that maybe I have been expecting a
little too much from you." His Dad looked to the floor for a moment. "And,
by the way, that doesn't excuse your behavior today!" He said firmly. "But,
I think your mom might be right that a kid your age shouldn't have to work
so much."

Trav looked from Mr. Danielson to Josh and then back again.

"So, starting today, we'll find a way to give you more time off. We'll move
the schedule around. Drew wants some more hours. I'll bring him in to help
at the dock so you can have some time off."

Josh nodded, "Finally some good news," he thought.

Mr. Danielson motioned for Josh to come closer. Josh's eyes grew moist
again as he finally got the hug from his Dad that he needed, the one that
said, "It's over."

* * * *

After the resort picnic late in the day, there was a bonfire down by the
lake with ice cream, and finally, fireworks.

Trav brought his boat over, and Josh got permission to go with him to the
center of the lake to watch the display.

As darkness fell, Trav folded down the back to back seats, which converted
them into two padded benches. The boys lay on their backs waiting for the
first bursts which would announce the start of the show.

"I'm sorry it's been such a crappy day for you!" Trav said softly as the
boat rocked gently.

"Yeah," Josh sighed. "This would have been a good one for a "do over."

Trav giggled, "Without the ass whuppin! So, is your butt still sore?"

Josh laughed softly, "its okay."

It was quiet for a couple of minutes.

"Josh?"

"Yeah?"

"If you don't want to do stuff with me, that's okay," Trav whispered,
apparently still thinking about what Josh had said to him on the dock.

Josh was quiet for a moment. "I like being with you, and I like it when you
kiss me," he finally said softly. Turning to look at Trav, "Does that make
us gay?" he whispered.

Trav shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe, or maybe we're just really good
friends."

Josh looked down, "Or. . .we're gay," he said as he looked up and broke
into a playful smile.

Trav grinned. "Yeah, maybe!"

The fireworks started soon after, and the guys enjoyed the explosions of
color. As it went on, Josh thought it was a good show.

Glancing at Josh laying there on his back watching the celebration, Trav
apparently decided that there were more interesting things that they could
be doing.

Reaching for a beach towel, he tossed it down into the bottom of the boat
between the benches and got to his knees.

Josh grinned as Trav eased closer, "What?" he giggled.

Trav smiled, "I'm kind of horny, want to make out?" he laughed.

Josh blushed, then nodded.

A moment later, their lips touched. As the fireworks exploded over them,
the boys tenderly showed their affection for one another. The kisses went
on for minutes, Trav starting slowly and Josh responding in like
fashion. Eventually, Trav apparently tired of being on his knees between
the seats. He playfully crawled on top of Josh. Their tongues probed and
played in each other's mouths. They rubbed their crotches together, and
playfully felt each other, their hands roaming wherever they wished.

After a bit, Trav stopped, and scooted backwards. He crawled off of Josh
and got back down on his knees. Staring into Josh's eyes, he reached for
and undid his belt. Josh lay like a baby waiting to be changed, smiling up
at him. The snap and the zipper followed as Trav gently worked to get into
his pants. The booms and bangs of the fireworks were continuing, but there
wasn't a sound from either of the boys.

Trav put a hand on each side of Josh's waist, jerking his jeans down in two
or three pulls. By accident, his boxers came down, too. Bunched at his
knees, Josh's jeans acted like a tie, firmly holding his legs together. His
cock was already hard, the little patch of curly hair surrounding the base
clearly visible in the moonlight.

Trav tenderly reached for Josh's dick and stroked it a few times, Josh
grinning all the while. Licking his lips, Trav smiled at Josh and lowered
his mouth. Josh grunted when Trav licked the head of his cock. Then, even
more amazing to Josh, he sucked it.

"Oh fuck!" Josh moaned, looking down at his friend tonguing his dick.

He instinctively put his hands on Trav's head to steady himself. Trav
licked at the head, sucked a bit, and then licked again. Trav's fingers
played with Josh's nut sack as he stroked the shaft in his mouth and gave
Josh his first ever blow job.

"Oh fuck," Josh moaned a second time. He couldn't resist the temptation to
thrust his dick upward into Travs mouth. "Oh yeah, suck my dick," he
whimpered as Trav once again played with his balls.

The tingle was already building, and Josh knew he was close. He humped his
dick up again, trying to hold back, but he couldn't.

"Gonna shoot!" he grunted, raising his hips off the bench and thrusting his
cock deeper.

Trav closed his mouth firmly around Josh's shaft just as three hard spurts
of cum squirted into his throat. Pulling his mouth off Josh, he coughed,
gagged, and spit, as the load of cum apparently caught in his throat.

Josh grabbed his dick and finished himself off, while Trav continued to
cough. The last dribbles of cream leaked out, and Josh moaned in
satisfaction.

Finally, Josh recovered enough from his high to ask, "You okay?"

Trav nodded, not yet quite able to speak. He swallowed, reached for a can
of soda, and took a big gulp. "Yeah," he croaked, as the soda apparently
cleaned his pipes.

"That was awesome!" Josh smiled as he looked at Trav. "God, I came so
much!" he laughed, "At the end, I wanted to shoot so bad it hurt."

Trav smiled. "I've wanted to do that to you for weeks!" Trav laughed.
"Once, at school, I accidentally walked in on one of my tennis buddies in
the locker room. I watched him do that to a guy from the other team. It was
hotter than hell!"

"Have you ever, like, done that to anyone else?" Josh asked softly.

"No," Trav said gently, "you're my first."

Josh smiled. "Thanks," he said softly.

Trav grinned.

"Want me to do you now?" Josh asked shyly, not sure if he was really ready
to try something like that just yet.

"You don't have to," Trav whispered back. "How about we save that for next
time?" he smiled.

Josh nodded, and grinned. "Well, you want me to jerk you off then?"

Trav laughed, "Yeah," he giggled. "Can I shoot it any place I want?"

Josh grinned, "Sure, why not."

A few minutes later Trav was smiling as he handed the beach towel to Josh
so he could clean the boy cream off his cheek and forehead. Trav had chosen
to squirt his stuff on Josh's cute little face.

"That was really fun," Trav laughed, idly playing with his shrinking
dick. I loved when I started to shoot and you closed your eyes and made
that face!"

Josh grinned, "Yeah, it was kind of fun." He paused, "But if you think that
was fun? Just wait till next time! I am so going to suck your dick!"

They both laughed. Josh and Travis cuddled up in the bottom of the boat to
watch the last of the fireworks. "Not so bad a day after all," Josh thought
as Travis gave him a squeeze.

* * * *

Thank you to everyone that has written and offered suggestions or comments.
Feel free to write me any time at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com

Thanks, J