Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2007 10:27:04 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Weekend with Brett (4) After Brett and I had devoured the small mountain of pancakes his Mom had made for us, along with maybe about a pound of bacon, and a whole pitcher of orange juice, we headed outside to enjoy another warm and sunny day, while continuing to explore our new surroundings, and, I seriously hoped, each other. Still shirtless in the warm sunshine, we pulled on tennis shoes, and headed down to the lake, again following the trail that kind of followed the shoreline, only today going in the opposite direction from yesterday. Brett was leading, and I was only too happy to follow, my eyes boring in on his cute little butt, and totally enjoying each small wiggle, and twist it mad as he walked along the trail. I considered asking him how he might feel about us hiking naked, but deferred, realizing that along this edge of the lake there were several cabins fairly close by, many of which were inhabited. I giggled softly to myself as I pondered the shit we would stir up if we were actually observed hiking along all naked, doubtless with me sporting an erection as I perved on Brett's naked little butt. Somehow I was pretty much sure his parents would struggle mightily with condoning such overt behavior in front of the neighbors, lakeside cabin, or not. We had walked far enough to relieve the stuffed feeling in my gut from all that breakfast, when we emerged from some fairly heavy overgrowth of the trail, and saw that the trail forked here, one branch continuing along the shoreline, and another leading away from the lake toward the surrounding stand of large pines, and firs. Brett stopped, checking out the small carved sign that stood beside the fork in the trail, then, turned to me, and said, "The sign says this trail goes to Lost Lake in, like, 1.2 miles, whatever Lost Lake is, and this way, keeps going around the lake...what do you wanna do, Dufus...?" I shrugged, then looked further down the lakeside trail, spotting still more occupied cabins following the shoreline, and frowned, thinking that we actually should have gone the way we went yesterday, where we had quickly reached a more isolated stretch of the shoreline, and that perfect little cove that we found. Deciding that it was too late now for that option, and that it looked like we were never going to run out of cabins going the way we had been, I answered, "How about we check out Lost lake...?...you never been there, I gather...?...its only like a mile...might be cool, who knows...?" He took a quick look down the trail we had been walking, then, looked over at the Lost lake trail, and nodded, as he replied, "No, I never took this trail before, actually...so yea, ok...Lost Lake then..." and with that, he struck off, me once more trailing after his cute little butt. After maybe half an hour, we crested a fairly steep rise in the trail, and at the summit, Brett stopped. I eased up along side him, and we stood there looking downhill at a really cool steam that flowed across the trail at the base of the hill. We moved off, going down the hill until we reached the stream, where we stopped again, bending down to splash the cool water on our warm faces. We skipped some flat rocks across the fair sized pool just upstream from where we were, letting things escalate into a competition of who could make the most skips from a single rock, then, found a few well placed boulders to hop across that put us across the stream, and we moved on, following the trail into a stand of timber that created a cool oasis of shade from the warm sun. As we went, the trail narrowed, and took on a much less used look than before we had forded the stream, and before long, we emerged from the trees, and shade, into a wide meadow, with what I supposed was Lost Lake visible on the far side of the clearing. Now back out in the bright sunshine, it was suddenly really warm, and I cuffed Brett's shoulder, grinning, as I said, "Race you to the lake, Lamo...!" and I took off full tilt running through the meadow, a half-pissed Brett in hot pursuit, claiming loudly that I had cheated, getting a head-start. We quickly covered the distance, Brett actually catching up to me, so that we arrived at the edge of the lake in pretty much a dead heat, with both of us winded, and panting. Stopping at the waters edge, we looked around, checking out the really stunning little mountain lake surrounded by high mountains, and a ton of tall trees. It was actually really pretty in a kind of post-card way, the bright sun cutting a shimmering path across the center of the clear, blue water. Not really a big lake, roughly half the size of he one the cabins were all built on, it was maybe a half mile or so across, and shaped a little bit like a really big kidney shaped swimming pool. Nearly at its center was a small, rocky island that sported one lone pine tree at its far side, and a small strip of white sand beach was visible on the side we were facing. A slow look around the shoreline revealed a total lack of any kind of structure, cabin or otherwise, and an equally total sign of any life forms, as well. A bit too far off the beaten track to compete with the larger, and more accessible lake where the cabin was, I supposed, and therefore the term "Lost lake." Recovering my normal breathing, I realized that both of us were dripping sweat, so I quickly toed off my shoes, and turned to Brett, again cuffing him on the shoulder, as I quipped, "Skinny-dip time, buckwheat...last one has to suck first...!" As he giggled madly, already bitching that I cheated again, by taking off my shoes before issuing the challenge, he hurriedly began tugging his shoes off, as I quickly skinned off my shorts, and briefs, all in one go, and took off into the cool water, my dick slapping against my thigh as I ran. When the water was about balls deep, I lunged, thrusting my arms forward, as I dove headlong under the water, then, surfaced. I turned just in time to see a naked Brett take the plunge much as I had, then he disappeared briefly, before sputtering to the surface beside me, swiping water trails from his eyes. He looked at me then, and shrieked, "Dip-shit..!...you freeking cheated...again...not fair...!" I laughed, shaking my head strongly, so that my soaked hair sprayed wet showers over his face, adding greatly to his "pisstivity," and I laughed at how stressed he looked, which, of course, pissed him off even more. He sputtered, wildly swinging at me, as I moved backward, and grabbed his arm and held it, then moved right into him, my other hand dropping down to grasp his dangling penis, as I said, fondling his cute little softy, "Don't freak on me, Lamo...chill...I know I cheated, ok...?...not a problem, dude...I wanna suck this puny little thing anyway...might make it grow some if your lucky...!" Well, I pretty much had his attention then, definitely, as he stopped being all pissy, and looked down to where my hand was busy rubbing life into his little pecker, then, looked back into my eyes, a wicked little smile crawling over his flushed face, as he stammered, "Uh...really...?...you do...?...you wanna suck me...?" I gave his now growing boyhood a small squeeze, and nodded, wiggling my eyebrows as lecherously as I could manage, as I replied, "Uh huh...oh yea....I wanna, and, I'm gonna...!" With that, I dropped to my knees in the water, leaning into him, as I extended my tongue, and swabbed across the smooth head of his dick several times, amazed at how quickly it unfurled, and swelled, then, opened up, and engulfed the thing right to it's root, my hand moving up to cradle his silky pouch, and tussle his taut little nuggets. "Ohhhh jeez...!" he chirped, as I began moving my head, my mouth gliding along the shaft of his penis, drooling, and totally loving the sensation of his now full on hard cock filling my mouth. I could hear him huffing and moaning above me, and on pure impulse, I slid his cock out of my mouth, then, ducked kind of under it, and licked, then sucked each of his balls, a move that he must not actually have hated, judging by the sudden increase in the volume of his groans. Wow, I thought, I must be getting pretty good at this nasty stuff, and, more important still, I was totally loving it... all of it! After a thorough washing of his tight little sac, I moved back to sucking him, slobbering and drooling noisily, and his hands clamped onto the sides of my head, as his slim hips bucked back and forth, moving his erection in and out of my mouth, as he more or less ended up kind of fucking my mouth. He showed no interest whatever in stopping, or altering the current rhythm, so I just stayed with him, savoring that slippery stalk gliding in and out of my drooling mouth until his hands grabbed strongly at my head, and his hip thrust quickened, nearly gagging me as he hammered away at my mouth, then suddenly gave one super strong thrust, and popped, his dick jumping in my mouth, as his warm cream suddenly flooded over my tongue, forcing me to quickly swallow, or risk drowning in the buttery stuff. I gulped each shot as it arrived, savoring its warmth, and lack of any particular flavor, as Brett all but ripped my head off, so firm had his grip there become as he dispatched his load. Finally, he let go, spent, and somewhat shaken, as his knees kind of melted under his weight, and he slowly sank into the water beside me. He looked at me, a kind of dazed, far-away expression on his glowing face, then blinked several times, his lush mouth turning into a wide, dazzling smile, as he said, "Whoa...shit...double whoa...dude...Jesus, that just...so...ROCKS....!!" I made a big show of swooshing my tongue around in my mouth, and smacking my lips, as I nodded my head in agreement, and, definitely meaning it, replied, "Uh huh...yup-yup...it pretty much does, at that...!" Quickly reverting to our boys-being-boys demeanor, we swam around some, totally into the cool, clear water of the scenic little lake, and spent the requisite amount of time dunking each other, and splashing tons of water in each others faces, finally swimming out to the small island at the center of our little private Shangri-La, where we stumbled ashore, happy and gasping, and stretched out in the soft, warm sand, soaking up the warm sun onto our naked skin. Brett lay beside me face down, and I propped up on a bent arm, letting my eyes drift over his sweet little butt mounds, and he apparently "felt" the heat of my gaze, as he rolled his head sideways, lifted it slightly, and looked over his shoulder at me, stared for a few seconds, then asked, "What...?...is there a bug, or something...?...what...? I chuckled, shaking my head at his question, then, reached out, and slowly passed my hand over the amazing mounds of his perfect little bubble, and answered, "Nope...no bugs...no bees....just...this perfect, and totally cute...sexy little butt of yours..." He muttered something I missed...another one of his "jeez" things maybe, as he buried his head back into his folded arms, embarrassed apparently, by my interest in his ass...well fine, be embarrassed, dude, I thought, cause it is hot, and sexy, and cute, and, I like it...I like it a lot...! I laid back then, fully stretched out, my skin absorbing the heat from the sun, and I closed my eyes against the glare, feeling so relaxed I actually kind of drifted off, not actually sleeping, but somewhere close to it. I'm not sure how much time had passed like that, when I slowly became aware of an amazing sensation crawling around the very edges of my awareness. I was slow to identify it, just still mentally drifting, but I was vaguely aware of this really pleasant feeling that seemed to be centered in my balls. As the pleasing tingling sensation continued, I focused, and became more aware of it, my eyes fluttering open, as I lifted my head, and looked down over my supine torso, and my eyes popped wide, as I let out a small shriek, at seeing Brett sprawled on his tummy between my splayed legs, as he gently lapped at my scrotum, and balls with his extended tongue, while he slowly ran his fingers up and down my inner thigh. My dick had gone rock hard without my even being aware of it, and it pulsed against my groin, throbbing actually, now that I was paying attention. "Dude...!" I mumbled, watching him closely, "that's so awesome...man...my new favorite wake-up, definitely...!" He rolled his dark eyes up to meet mine, my left nut fully engulfed inside his warm mouth, and winked at me, as he let it go, and reached for my erection, lifting it off my groin, and sliding it into his silky soft mouth. I groaned, both from the feeling of his warm, wet, mouth working its magic on my rod, and from the incredible sight of it, my best bud happily sucking my cock. Dropping my head back to the sand, I closed my eyes, and just went with it, his skillful ministrations carrying me quickly toward a much needed release. God, I thought, how amazing is this all turning out to be, and, why didn't we think of this earlier, all the time we had wasted entertaining ourselves with playing catch, shooting hoops, playing video games, whatever, suddenly seemed like a complete waste of the times we could have been playing with each others bodies this way...sigh...well, better late, then never, I reasoned. Brett, for whatever reason, was, to say the least, motivated in his task, his drooling mouth, and feather-lite finger strokes rapidly driving me to the edge, as he sucked me with a steady, non-stop rhythm, while he just barely touched my searing skin, and balls, with his fingers. My hips began rolling, matching his pace, and my back arched up to meet his downward lunges, and in what definitely seemed much too short a time, I was there, my balls all but boiling, and my dick pulsing steadily in his mouth. I grunted loudly, and thrust upward with my butt, as my dick literally exploded, spewing my heavy load into his mouth in rapid-fire jets. He issued a throaty groan as I ejaculated repeatedly into his suctioning mouth, and I could feel his jaw working as he swallowed each creamy offering, until I was spent, and settled weakly back into the sand, panting, and gasping. The cumming had been so intense, that I idly wondered if my balls themselves might have ejected into his mouth, and I sucked air in huge gulps, as Brett eased my wilting penis from his lips, and continued to gently tongue it, swiping away the last dribbles of my fluids, then gently sucked the tender head for a minute, then let it go, as he raised up to sit on his knees between my legs. I weakly lifted my head, and looked at him, a dazzling smile painted across his cute face, as he brought his hand up to finger away an errant dribble of my cum from his chin. He looked at the slimy finger briefly, then, stuck it into his mouth, wiggling his bushy eyebrows at me wickedly, as he sucked it clean, then said, giggling, "Now that, is my kind of afternoon snack...dude...what I wanna know is...how come we didn't think about all this stuff a long time ago...?" I laughed too, nodding, as I replied, "You know, Lamo...that is exactly what I was wondering a little bit ago...actually, just before you so rudely interrupted my day-dream...!" Laughing, he punched my leg, and said, "Oh, so that was a rude interruption, was it...ok then...thanks for telling me...I promise to not ever do it again, then...how's that...?" Pushing myself to a sitting position, I reached out and grabbed his arm, yanking him down on top of me, as I flopped back on the sand, and told him, "If you are even a little bit serious about that, Lamo, then you leave me no choice...I'll prolly just have to kill you, and feed your parts to the fish...!" He hugged me back, tightly, still giggling, and replied, "No way, Dufus...we don't wanna go there...so...I guess...um...well, I'll just have to do it again, I guess...and again, and then again....and....!" Cracking up laughing, I nodded, and reached around his slender body with both hands, cupping each of those bubbly butt cheeks in a hand, and squeezing firmly, as I told him, "That's a way better plan, dude...I like it...and...I like this hot little ass of yours, too...!" He sobered slightly at that remark, his dark eyes settling on mine, as he paused, then, slowly nodded, a soft, pink glow suddenly filling his cheeks, as he said, softly, "I...um...sorta noticed that, actually..." Meeting his gaze, and holding it, I let my index finger dip into his warm crease, and worked along its length, then, dug a little deeper, and dragged the tip of it over his wrinkled little hole, watching him watch me. Fascinated completely by the tiny ridges of muscle that guarded his entrance, I slowly worked my fingertip back and forth over the tight oval, our eyes still locked, then probed into it gently, as Brett tensed slightly, not pulling away, or trying to stop me, but simply tensing slightly at the unfamiliar touch. Still looking into his eyes, I added a little pressure, my fingertip pushing against the tight resistance I encountered there, then, pushed again, forcing just the tip of my finger past his ring, as I moved inside him just a little bit, no more than maybe the length of my fingernail. He tensed again, his lush mouth pulling into a sort of grimace, as I wiggled my finger gently, amazed at the incredibly tight grip he seemed to have on my finger. I felt him release the tension from his body, kind of moaning as he exhaled deeply, and I felt his grip on me soften, as he relaxed more. Both of us were breathing deeply, our gaze still not wavering, as I pushed again, adding another small length of finger into him, and he tensed up again briefly, then, went all soft again. I wiggled my finger some more, actually kind of sliding in and out, and his eyes slowly closed, as he rolled his head back, his jaw dropping, as he uttered a low groan, but stayed still. My senses reeled, as I savored every particle of the brand new sensations I was getting, and I was filled with the sense of how unbelievably tight, and warm, and, at the same time, soft, that he was back there. I eased in a little deeper, and I could feel his inner muscles contract, as he tightened down on my finger again, and I stopped moving it, letting the amazing feeling of his muscles milking my finger wash over me, and I actually groaned, so incredible was the strength of the grip, and it occurred to me how awesome that would be to feel on my dick if it were trapped inside him like my finger was. Holy shit, I thought, what was that thought...?...my DICK...inside him...?...YIKES...! Brett disrupted my thoughts, as he suddenly went really tense, and did something again with those inner muscles that actually slowly expelled my finger from his ass, almost as if I couldn't resist the outward movement, and my finger slid out of him with a soft popping sound. Our eyes met again, with neither of us saying anything, and I held his gaze a minute, then, smiled, and winked at him. He gave me a small, kind of sheepish, grin, and a curt nod of his head, then, rolled off of me, and stood up. I was both surprised, and seriously pleased, to see his penis fully erect, and standing proudly off his groin at about a seventy degree angle upward to his body. Hmmm, I thought, cool...he obviously didn't hate what had just taken place, after all... "Come on, Lamo..." he said, "let's swim...it really got...hot...out here...!" I watched him turn, and charge toward the water, his bubbly little ass wiggling saucily, then, scrambled to my feet, and ran after him, plunging head-long into the cool water of the pristine little lake.