Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2002 13:25:47 -0500
From: Bill Adams <lilb2k@hotmail.com>
Subject: Finding Summer Chpt. I & II

The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual
acts.  Don't read this story if:
*You're not 18 or over, *If it is illegal to read this type
of material where you live, *Or if you don't want to read
about gay/bi people in love or having sex.

The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this
story on a website or reproducing this story for
distribution without the author's permission is a violation
of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against
violators.  E-mail responses to this or any other of my
stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments
or advice may be sent to:

lilb2k@hotmail.com

Finding Summer - by lilb2k (Adult-Youth).
Copyright 2002 by liltales


Finding Summer
An Original Series by LilBill


Chapter I
The Secret Shore

On a good day, the waters of Sarcoska Lake become still like
a giant mirror shimmering in the noonday summer sun. Save
for a random scattering of bathers, the shores remain
desolate in the early hours of the morning. I had been
coming to an alcove on the southern basin of the Lake for
about a year now. In part because the scenery pleased me but
mainly out of the need to be separate from all others. My
little stretch of beach was unapproachable by land and
hidden from the rest of the lakefront. I made a weekly
sojourn to my secret shore by rowboat under cover of the
dawn mist. By the time the rising sun had successfully
burned off the morning fog, I was already laying peacefully
on the sand. The warming sun dancing off my naked flesh as I
took in the sounds of the water before me and the woods
behind. Yes, I was at peace in my solitude. I liked being
alone. I lived alone, worked alone, and played alone.

Since the passing of both of my parents five years ago I
have been living in our family's lakeside estate. I have
been the lonely Lord of a three story Manor secluded in the
deep woods of, well. somewhere. I had been a young upstart
once, the pride of the family financial empire. I had all
the markings of a powerful young Executive, including the
Uptown condo, the black Jaguar, and all the soulless, empty,
`friends' that seem to latch on to the role. But I was
miserable. I had no passion in my life. I had slept with
prom queens and quarterbacks and come up wanting. I had
tasted everything, I thought, that the world had to offer.
But I was in an upper class prison cell serving out my
sentence of death by wealth driven boredom. And as painful
as it was, my parents' death brought with it a chance of
escape. I retained controlling interest of the corporation
but left the daily dealings to my younger brother Edward. I
had since become a recluse.

And so, my days were spent in a quiet, peaceful, state of
extended walks and contemplations. And above all things, my
sacred pilgrimage to the lakeshore early Saturday mornings.
And on that shore I would find my peace alone. Then one day.
my life changed forever.

I had fallen asleep there on the shore, like I had done so
many mornings before, when I was awoken by the brushing
noise of a boat being drug ashore. I cleared my eyes and
tried to focus under the bright morning light. My vision
still blurred I could make out the shape of a one-man canoe
and the small form dragging it. As my eyes adjusted to the
light I saw a young boy lying on the sand about 15 feet
away. He was propping himself up on his elbows and I watched
as he stared out over the water. He looked to be about
twelve years old based on his size and the lack of any
visible signs of puberty. He was wearing a white cotton tank
top and very short blue jean cut offs. When he opened his
legs he exposed white briefs and the bulging outline of his
balls being pressed against his thigh by the crotch of his
shorts. He had light brown hair and eyebrows. His lips were
soft and pink and his eyes were as deep blue as the ocean.
He wasn't thin and by no means was he fat, he was at that
awkward age before adolescence when your body hasn't taken
on its new form but looks nothing like it did a year before.
His skin was perfect, a light tan without the unsightly
blemishes that would plague him in years to come.

I turned away from him for a brief moment to get a handle on
the location of my clothes; in fact I was getting myself
ready to depart seeing as my peace had been disturbed. But I
hesitated. For reasons I still cannot explain, I could feel
his eyes on me. Staring at me, curiously taking in every
inch of my adult form. As I stated earlier I was completely
nude and to my surprise, I was not in the slightest bit
embarrassed or concerned that I was being studied. I turned
back toward him and caught him staring at my groin. His eyes
fixed on their target as he had been waiting for me to turn
back towards him so as to allow for a full view. I must
admit that there was an excitement to it. A boy coming into
his own as if in some was examining me. What shocked me was
that he never flinched when I turned my gaze on him, the way
most people do when they are observed observing. He remained
fixed on his gaze.

"It seems a little unfair don't you think?" I broke the
silence slyly

"What do you mean?" he replied, not shy at all.

"Well," I began, "you get to see all of me. "

He didn't hesitate. He stood up and stretched his arms out
bending backwards and letting out a deep sigh. He started
with his shorts, first unbuttoning, and then letting them
drop to the ground. His white briefs clung tightly to his
body, the waistband resting well below his navel, uncommon
for boys his age who seem determined to have the entire
world see their Calvin's.  I could make out the growing
bulge in his briefs and I must say that I was feeling
strangely excited. I had been with men before. I had decided
long ago that my wealth and power entitled me to taste all
that life had to offer. You see wealth allows you the
freedom of not giving a shit what people think of you.
Anyway, it had never crossed my mind to view a boy in a
sexual context. But as he pulled down his briefs, gently
lifting one leg at a time and discarding them to the side, I
was memorized. The sight of his plump little boy dick left
me transfixed. It was bigger than I remember mine being at
his age, but then again that was 20 years ago and my memory
of my childhood had been shotty at best for sometime. He was
circumcised and his chubby little cock lay to the left atop
his little sac. There wasn't a single hair on his body and
his skin remained tan under his briefs leading me to the
conclusion that he must sunbathe nude. He smiled at me and
began to lift his shirt up over his head. As I said earlier,
he was definitely in that in-between stage of coming of age.
He had no definition to his abdomen at all, but he was not
fat. His nipples were a light brown and they were hard like
two pennies on his smooth chest. He turned around so as to
let me observe the contour of his cute little bubble butt.
His back and shoulders were beginning to show signs of his
oncoming puberty. Muscles were starting to show definition
around the shoulder blades and the small of his back. He
turned back towards me, resting on his left hip, placed both
hands on his sides and smiled at me. His smile asked two
questions, a cocky `bet you didn't think I was gonna do
that?' and a more reserved `am I ok?'.

I was filled with lust, and yet at the same time felt an
almost overwhelming since of caring for this boy, a feeling
that I must tell you was completely foreign to me. He
brought his towel over laid it down next me. As he stood
next to and over me, I was granted a closer inspection of
his growing boyhood. A closer look upheld the previous
observation that not a single hair existed on this boy's
groin. He was as bald as the day he came into this world. He
laid down beside me, never breaking his stare, his eyes lost
in my own. I wanted desperately to touch him, to feel his
warm flesh pressed against mine. I watched as his gaze
wandered my entire body, taking in every curve. He seemed
first to be interested in my chest. He asked if he could
touch it  and I allowed the exploration. My entire being
became electrified as he slowly ran his fingers through the
hair covering my chest. He caressed each nipple tenderly and
I wondered if he knew what he was doing to me. I wondered if
he noticed my cock swelling, pulsating from his every touch.
I was consumed with my desire to touch his skin, to kiss his
sweet lips, to hold his plump cock in my mouth. He made his
way down my chest to my stomach, stopping for a moment to
give attention to my navel.

He looked me in the eyes again and asked, " May I touch it?"

I said nothing; just a simple smile gave him permission to
grip my lust. He ran his fingertips over the head first,
making a tiny string of precum drip onto my flesh. He smiled
at it and pressed his finger into the tiny puddle smearing
it around in a circle. He cupped my balls in his hand as
best he could and rolled them across his fingers. He then
rested his hand on the length of my shaft. My cock jumped at
his touch and he took notice of my reaction. He gripped
slightly and began to stroke my manhood. I moaned slightly
and he slowed his movement. I felt the juices welling in my
balls and feared that I would explode at any moment. I
grabbed his hand and brought it back to my chest.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked innocently.

"No, no," I quickly assured him, "I just didn't want to cum
yet"

"But that's what I wanted to see," he looked disappointed.

"Well," I responded, "that can be arranged"

"Would you like to touch my body?" he asked.

"Only if you'd like me too." I lied; I wanted to taste every
inch of his flesh.

"I do," he smiled, "I want you to make me feel like you did"

I rested my hand on his stomach and felt it quiver beneath
my touch. I began to rub his stomach gently and he rested
his head on my chest. I moved my hand lower and felt the tip
of his hard prick press against me. He let out a nervous
groan as I wrapped my hand around his balls. They were hot
to my touch and he was sweating which allowed them to slide
gently around in my hand. I couldn't hold my desire at bay
any longer and began stroking his stiff meat. He began
breathing heavy and I could tell that he was nearing orgasm.
I stared deeply into his eyes and then pulled him up onto my
body. He sat up and took both our throbbing cocks into his
hands. He began pumping furiously and I could feel my orgasm
building. He began to shudder and then collapsed onto me,
thrusting his prick onto mine. The contact of his boy flesh
and my manhood sent me over the top and I began pumping
streams of cum between our tangled bodies. Both of us clung
to each other as our bodies reeled in ecstasy. My hands
found the twin globes of his sweat soaked ass. I grabbed
them, spreading them apart exposing his virgin hole to the
open air. He tensed at the sensation of the cool breeze on
his vulnerable asshole.

We lay there, mashed together, for several minutes before
separating. My young lover collapsed beside me, his legs
spread wide. It was obvious that his groin was still very
tender and needed to be relaxed. I rolled towards him and
rested on my side placing a hand gently on his belly.

"My name is Carl," I said

"Hi Carl," he looked at me with one eye open, the other
closed to protect from the sunlight, "I'm Jackson. but you
can call me Jack"

"If you don't mind me asking, Jack," I began "how old are
you?"

"I don't mind Carl," he smiled again, "I'm 12 «. is that
ok?"

I answered his question with a heartfelt, "Yes"

We lay together in the warmth of the late morning sun. He
told of how he had been watching me from his canoe, docked
just around the bend, for the last three Saturdays. He said
that he had gotten out of the canoe last week and swam over
near my secret shore, hiding in the Cat Tails. He had
watched me bathe in the sun and had masturbated. He said
that he had decided during the week that he would come
ashore this Saturday and try and make contact. I was, to say
the least, blown away by his frankness. He spoke with a kind
self-authority that I had never seen in a child. He was more
than a child.

I spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon in
Jack's company. We went back to my house overlooking the
southern basin and made lunch. Over sandwiches and ice tea
Jack told me of his life. He was the only child of deceased
Surgeons. He had been sent here, to the Lake, to live out
the rest of his formative years with his aging Grandmother.
A nice enough woman, I knew her from my dealings with the
local Art Society, but her age and lack of any real interest
in parenting left Carl alone to his own devices a great deal
of the time. It was really nothing new to him. Carl's
parents had never really been around when they were alive so
there death meant little more than a change of geography for
the boy. I must admit that I was taken with the boy from the
moment our eyes met on the shore. I found myself drawn to
his need to be with me. He would sit across from me at the
pool bar, staring into my eyes. When I moved, he moved. I
never got tired of listening to him. He spoke in a manner
that I found intoxicating.

"Can I ask you something?" he sounded uncharacteristically
shy.

"Sure," I replied, "anything"

"Have you ever done what we did today with any other boys?"
he was beautiful in his innocent insecurity.

"No," I let out a small laugh as if to somehow relay my
sense of adoration for his longing acceptance, "you are my
only one."

"I want you to know," he began slowly, "I don't think it's
wrong.I mean what we did.I don't think it's wrong"

We talked about the morning and shared our mutual affection
for each other. I had to somehow come to grips with what was
evolving in my life. What would this newfound attraction
mean to my existence. There were of course the legal
ramifications, but they were, to be honest, secondary. What
was truly confusing was the matter of how I was going to
negotiate the existence of this event in my life. Was this
simply a one-time exploration? Or could it be an adventure
that would take us both into a new world. What we decided in
the end was that we both wanted to see more of each other
both in bed and out and we knew that there would be some
negotiation.

As we drew the afternoon to a close, Jack moved towards me
and buried his head into my bare chest. There was a sensual
duality in his actions. He moved on a sexual level, yet at
the same time he embraced me as a child fielding the
protective response of a father. I was entranced. I took his
head in my hands and bent down bringing his lips to mine.
They were smooth to the touch and he never hesitated to
match every movement of my own. His hands gripped my waist
and then searched for my aching cock. He never broke our
kiss as he stroked my dick to its full stiffness. Our
tongues danced and I wondered where he learned to kiss like
that. I would find out later that he had never kissed anyone
before, as he said.'it just felt like the right way to do
it'. I was in heaven. He finally broke our lip's embrace and
dropped to his knees in front of me. Hesitating briefly as
his eyes took in the fullness of my prick, he pulled the
head close to his lips. First a gentle kiss to the tip, and
then he engulfed the head in his warm mouth. My head flew
back on its own and I let out a slow deep moan as he took it
deeper into his throat. I had never known it to feel this
hot before and I had had my dick sucked by some of the
hottest whores Manhattan had to offer. His suction was
intense and I could tell that his mouth would tire soon at
this pace, so I pulled him back up and dove my tongue deep
into his mouth. His face was covered in a salty sweet
mixture of saliva and pre-cum. I licked it clean as he
gasped for air. I was on fire. I picked him up and laid him
out on the breakfast bar. His prick was standing straight up
and swelled with anticipation. I decided tease my new lover
and gave his cock head one little kiss before picking up his
legs and pressing his knees into his chest. I dove between
his legs and slammed my mouth against his sweet hole. He
squirmed as I tongue whipped his hot boy ass and I could
tell that he had never dreamed of such a thing as this. I
knew that it would be to early in our explorations to fuck
him so I moved back up to his cock. As I sucked him, he
wrapped his legs tightly around my head and rested his feet
on my back. He groaned loudly as I sucked deeper, and
harder, savoring every inch of his boy cock. As his orgasm
grew his grip on my head grew tighter. I could no longer
move my head as he fired a small shot of boy cum into my
throat. When his grip loosened I looked up to see him
panting heavily, his stomach quivering. I stood up and
watched as my young partner came down from his orgasmic
high. I was still jacking my meat as he opened his eyes. He
jumped down from the bar top and engulfed my cock in his
mouth. He sucked and jacked hard as my balls welled with
juice. I tried to pull him back as I felt the first stream
cum explode onto the back of his throat, but he insisted on
taking it all. My body shook from the sensation of my cum
sliding down his young throat. When he had swallowed it all
he rose to his feet and our eyes met.

We showered together and held each other under the warm mist
of the jets. I again felt the duality of his love. He was
like a boy bathing with his father. There was a strong sense
of connection in our showering embrace. I loved this boy who
I had only met five hours before. How could that be
possible? How could I feel this passionate about an act that
was deemed by most of society to be wrong? And how could he
be loving me without there being some kind of manipulation
on my part? There were so many questions to be answered, but
now was not the time.

After we had dried off and dressed, I gave him a kiss and
sent him on his way. It was obvious that he didn't want to
leave, but he had been expected home over an hour ago.

"Can I come over again?" I was amazed that he would ask
this. If he only knew how desperately I wanted him to stay
with me now.

"Of course you can Jack," my words sent chills up my spine
and earned a warm smile from my new lover, "you are welcome
in my home anytime you wish."

And with that. he vanished down the path to the lake.












Finding Summer
An Original Series by LilBill

Chapter II
Night Swimming


With a slightly chilled glass of Chardonnay in one hand, and
a freshly lit candelabrum in the other, I made my way down
the path from the lanai steps to the pool deck. Even my
younger brother Edward had thought it a tad blasphemous to
have a pool put in over looking the lake. I however, felt it
to be the crowning jewel. The pool was molded to the natural
curve of the ridge overlooking the path to the shoreline. An
immaculate body of black marcite, the pool was eight feet
deep in all parts with a ridge three feet deep along the
northern wall. I had overseen every aspect of its design and
construction; it was my passion. Like my private shore, the
pool could not be seen from the lake below, but the view
from the edge-overlook was breath taking. I had heaters
installed during construction, which allowed for a year
round 75-degree temperature. I had enjoyed many a winter's
night surrounded by the silence of freshly fallen snow,
bathing comfortably as the wind whipped across the frozen
lake.

I set the glass of wine on the edge overlooking the lake,
the tiny flames of the candelabrum flickering in the summer
wind. With a simple movement of the wrist I loosened the tie
to my robe and allowed it to fall to the ground exposing my
naked form to the pale light of the moon. I enjoyed the way
the moonlight danced off my skin, creating a kind of angelic
glow. I was far from angelic. In fact, I had been struggling
with the events of the day since Jack's departure hours
before. Wrought with inner conflict I dove into the still
water breaking the perfect reflection of the full moon. I
settled on the bottom, on my knees, and ran my fingers
through my wavering hair. I contemplated a lifetime's worth
in a moment. What had I done? What did it mean? Where would
it take me? My mind raced with thought. But to my amazement,
I found myself defeating each fear-driven `what if' with the
same hallowed image. Jack's magical face shown brightly over
the darkness of my doubts. The warmth of his desire
surrounded me and filled every inch of my being. I almost
didn't notice my body begging for air. I sprang to the
surface and grabbed for the edge. I gasped for air and laid
my head on my folded arms.

"You really shouldn't stay down so long," a voice broke the
silence of the night.

I was startled by the presence of another and fought to wipe
the water from my eyes as I pushed away from the side of the
pool.

"I'm sorry," the voice called out, "I didn't mean to
frighten you"

As my heart regained its normal rhythm, I recognized the
sweet voice of my child.

"Jack?" I called enthusiastically, "is that you?"

"Of course it's me," he laughed, "or were you expecting some
other naked boy at your pool this evening.

My eyes caught his clothe-less form silhouetted in the
moonlight.  My angel, made to glow from night sun, had come
to be with me. My heart was instantly filled with joy.

"How did you get here?" a stupid question I know, seeing as
there was only one way that he could have arrived, but it
was all that I could muster at the moment.

"By boat silly," he laughed again, "are you mad?"

"Of course not," how could I be mad at my angel, "I just
didn't expect to see you again so soon. How were you able to
leave your house?"

"My grandmother went to the city to see my great Uncle. She
left me with the housekeeper. She has a habit of hitting the
bottle a little too hard when the Misses is away, if you
know what I mean." He tried to fake an English accent but
failed miserably. "So when she passed out.I took off. So
here I am. Is it ok? Can I stay with you tonight?"

I was taken by the moment, "Of course you can stay, and you
are always welcome here"

"Awesome!" he shouted as he jumped over my head splashing
into the water.

I swam over to the northern edge of the pool and sat on the
underwater ledge. Resting my arms on the ledge I watched
with delight as Jack did impressions of wounded fish. I
laughed as he flailed around. I remembered how it felt to be
his age, full of life, full of excitement over the adventure
of every passing moment. He made his way over to me and I
could feel the fire begin to stir in my loins. He wrapped
his arms around my neck and pulled himself onto me, our
bodies sparking on contact.

"I missed you," he broke the silence.

"I missed you too," I was struck by his innocence.

"So can I stay the night with you?" he looked deep into my
eyes.

"If you'd like," I replied.

He pulled upward and offered his mouth to mine. Our kiss was
slow and long. Our tongues danced as I sat up pulling him up
onto my lap, his legs bent and gripping my sides. My
stiffening prick mashing against his own hardening boy meat,
he began to rock back and forth. When our kiss broke, he
smiled and laid his head on my shoulder. I rubbed his neck
and shoulders with one hand while the other caressed the
small of his tender back. He cooed and rocked slowly.

We remained in our embrace for what seemed like an eternity.
There was no rush, no need to hurry our lovemaking. This
passionate joining was enough to keep us satisfied for now.
I could feel his body growing limp and could tell that he
was tiring. I led us both out of the pool and held him tight
to my body as I wrapped us in a large towel and proceed up
to the house. Once inside we made our way to the shower room
in the master suite. Jack struggled to stay awake as I
bathed him.

"I'm sorry I'm so tired," he muttered.

"It's ok," I consoled, "let's get you to bed"

"Will you sleep with me?" he again muttered, fighting to
keep his eyes open.

"Of course," I smiled, "I would love to have you resting in
my arms"

With that we stepped out and I dried us off. I led Jack to
the canopy bed and held back the linen drapes as he climbed
into bed. He stretched out and his head sunk into an
oversized pillow. I laid down beside him and placed my hand
on his chest. He turned his head to me smiled.

"Good night sweet boy," I said lovingly.

"Sorry I can't stay wake for you," he looked sad.

"I can think of no greater pleasure than to have you resting
in my bed." I smiled

His eyes closed and he quickly drifted to a deep, peaceful
sleep. I continued to gently rub my hand over his chest and
stomach. I had turned out the lights as we came out of the
bath and the room was filled with the light of the moon. I
studied his sleeping form. The summer breeze drifting in
through the third floor balcony windows hardened his
nipples. His flaccid boy meat lay still against his body,
his lips still moist from the shower. I was intoxicated by
his scent. I turned him onto his side and spooned into him.
I gently kissed his neck as I drifted to my own deep sleep.