Date: Tue, 14 Dec 2010 14:51:13 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'M AVAILABLE - 8

At six AM my alarm clock shook the cobwebs from my eyes. Kevin rolled over
and stared at me.

"It's too early to get up Max. I want to play with your cock first."

With that he reached down and took a firm grip. I inadvertently placed a
hand over his entire package. My fingers were draped around and under his
precious gonads.  His cock protruded from between two of my fingers and lay
draped over the back of my hand.

"Kevin you've got me in the mood." I paused and then added, "Again! But if
we do it, it will be another hour before we get out of the house.  Let's
get up to the lake and save the sex for later. Okay?"

Without another word he let go of me, leaped out of bed and reached for his
clothes.  Within forty minutes we were packed and on the road.

Kevin sat on the edge of his seat for the entire trip.  He plastered me
with question after question about the vista unfolding before him.  The
farmland gave way grudgingly to pine forests.  When the first lake appeared
Kevin shouted with glee.  He kept me smiling and laughing the whole way.

We stopped for breakfast at a diner I always visited.  We chose to eat on
the back patio overlooking the adjacent expanse of water.

"This is a beautiful spot," he chortled. "I wish we could live up here."

"Maybe one day you can." I suggested.

Kevin responded without hesitation, "Only if you live with me."

I smiled. forked out a tip for the waitress and together we left the
premises.

Shortly after ten o'clock we pulled into the public dock at Moose Lake.  I
backed the trailer into the water.  Packing everything into the boat we
pushed off.  Thankfully the motor behaved on the second pull and we
departed.

"This is your day Kevin and you get to chose what we do.  We can explore
the lake, we can fish or we can find a place to have our picnic and
swim. Which will it be?"

With his famous Simpson grin he shouted, "I want to do all of them!" Then
he paused, furrowed his brow and declared, "Let's explore first."

It was an idyllic day.  A warm sun beamed down between an occasional puff
of white.  Beginning on the lake's east side we cruised past several well
kept summer homes, with their tidy lawns, bright flowerbeds and American
flags flapping in the breeze.  There was a slight swell and the water
slapped against the sides of our boat as we glided along. Kevin was all
eyes, his head moving back and forth making sure he missed nothing.  He
waved at every passing boat.

As we moved down the lake the summer homes gradually gave way to dense
forest that marched right to the water's edge.  While there were many
maples and oaks the predominent species were evergreens.  Occasionally the
woods were interrupted by a rocky outcrop that jutted out into the lake.  I
knew enough to stay clear of these points.  The shallows that lurked there
were not compatible with outboard engines.

"Where are the moose?" Kevin yelled over the motor.

I had to disappoint him.  "There are no moose on Moose Lake.  You have to
go way out west or up into Canada to see one."

We had been out for well over an hour now and we were entering the remotest
part of the lake.  We still saw the occasional fisherman but the summer
homes had become extinct.

"Can we go swimming now?" Kevin inquired.

"Still your choice," I reminded him.  "There are some islands coming up.  A
couple have some nice picnic and swimming sites."

"Cool!" he responded.

Twenty minutes later we alit on a sandy beach on the lee side of an island.
A small clearing was framed by some enormous white pine, hemlock and cedar
trees.  It was truly a beautiful yet private spot.  We unloaded the hamper
and put it in the shade.

"You can wear your shorts in the water Kevin," I suggested.

"Nuts to that. You know how much I like to be naked.  I'm going skinny
dipping.!"

"But Kevin," I protested, "Fishermen and families looking for a picnic spot
are bound to come by."

"I don't care!  If they want to look at me let them.  I'm not ashamed of
how I look.  You're chicken if you don't skinny dip too," he added.

Since it was his day I gave in....again and in the end we both frolicked in
the raw.  We covered all the bases.  We splashed each other and trid to
duck each other's head underwater.  We were both reasonably accomplished
swimmers.  Once Kevin swam underwater and yanked my cock as he past by.  He
came up laughing his head off.

Thankfully only one fisherman trolled by.  I suggested we stand in chest
deep water until he was safely past.

"No way," Kevin laughed, "I'm going to moon him."

Before I could protest Kevin dove for the bottom.  Before disappearing
beneath the water he jackknifed forcing a very white ass high above the
water in the direction of the fisherman.  I was just thankful that there
were no females on board that I could see.

Kevin eventually tired.  As I stood in stomach deep water watching him he
swam over to me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms about my
neck.  He looked deep into my eyes and smiled, "I'm having a really great
time.  Thanks Max!"

"Believe me I'm having as much fun as you are," I responded.

We retreated to the beach, lay on our towels and talked about the future. I
turned the conversation serious for the moment when I told him, "Your new
life will have to include some rules."  The reaction was the opposite to
what I expected.

"I want rules Max. I've been allowed to do what I want for too long.  You
know what?  After a while it ain't no fun any more.  I would rather have
someone I have to please for a change."

I rolled over and kissed him.  "Well said Kevin," I told him.  By now I was
hungry and I suggested that we attack the cooler.

Kevin reached over and grabbed my organ.  "Not yet.  I want to play with
this first," he chuckled.

Since it was his day I acquiesced but I stated my concern about the
possibility of passing boats.

"I don't care because you have to do exactly as I say!"

I smiled and recognized that Kevin had enjoyed our last sex together so
much that he was attempting to recreate it his way.

"Here," he demanded, "Suck my cock right now or I will cut your cock off!

"What are you going to use," I laughed, "One of our plastic picnic knives?"

With that he straddled me around the chest placing his knees up by my
armpits.  He leaned forward pointing his cock at my lips.

"Take it right now or there will be trouble!" he yelled.

I opened my mouth and he pressed forward.  He lay with his organ completely
buried and his lower stomach flattening my nose.

Continuing his demands he shouted, "Now put your hand up my ass right now!"

With my mouth full of cock I couldn't explain that I needed lubricant or at
least some spit to get the required result.  I reached for his sphincter
with two fingers and gently massaged the area. I wiggled them around
carefully and with some pressure was able to slowly gain access.  He then
settled back adding more pressure to my fingers but forcing my mouth to
release him.

"Now I'm going to sit on your cock!" he announced.

"I don't think so Kevin.  I don't want to hurt you."

"Quiet slave!  You have to do as I say."

"If you insist on trying," I told him, "I suggest you use a lot of spit to
lubricate me and your hole."

With that he sidled backwards staying on his knees.  He spit on to his hand
and anointed his rose bud.  Reaching back he grabbed my organ and aimed it
at the target.  He gradually sat back and made contact. My view for the
most part was blocked but I could feel the pressure.

He opened his mouth and gasped, "Christ it hurts!"

"I told you Kevin it's too big for you.  Stop it.  You will hurt yourself!"

He stared at me with that look of determination I had seen before.  "Quiet
slave," he ordered, "Or I will give you forty lashes and all of them will
be on your cock!"

I shut up and let him try.  I figured he would soon give up.  Instead I
felt the muscles give way and the sudden warmth on my member.

"Oh...oh...oh yeah," he said quietly.

Amazingly I watched mesmerized as he continued to lower himself.  His ass
cheeks made contact with my bush and I felt the full weight of him on me.

"There.  How's that?" he grinned, "I did it! I got all of you in!"

"How do you feel?" I inquired in continued amazement.

"I feel...I feel full," he understated. "But it feels great.  I really like
it that you are in me.  It feels like you are part of me now.  It would be
even better if you squirted inside of me.  Could you?"

"You'd have to pump me by going up and down to make me go off. I don't want
you to try.  Wait a year or so and I'll let you do it if you wish."

With that he actually rose up an inch or so and then promptly sat back
down.  "You are right," he agreed, "It's too hard.  Instead jerk me off
slave."

I held him just below the glans and began to ejaculate him.  With my own
cock still buried in him I knew the eruption would soon come.  Just nine or
ten pumps later he tossed his head back and cried out his pleasure.  Three
spurts jetted onto my stomach and chest.

"Oh shit that was good," he groaned. He gradually pulled off of me and
rolled onto his beach towel.

I reached over and kissed his lips.  "That was quite a performance," I
allowed.

We both took another dip before we ate.

The meal of fried chicken over I looked at my watch and stated we better be
heading home.  We trolled back.  Kevin had never fished before but he soon
got the hang of it.  We didn't catch much but a couple of perch and a small
bass satisfied Kevin.

The golden sun was disappearing as we pulled in the boat.  Kevin was a
tired but very happy boy.  He grew very quiet on the way home.  Looking
over I realized that he had fallen asleep.  I pulled him over with one hand
and allowed his blond locks to rest on my shoulder.

Without opening his eyes he mumbled, "Hmmm, that's nice."

I decided that this day had been one of the most perfect of my entire life.