Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2006 10:13:31 -0400
From: Swan
Subject: The Last of Summer

Since it was one of those warm days that the heat is unremitting and sweat
pours off your body, I decided to go the my local swimming hole, a place on
my property that was private, a place three miles from my farm, up past the
corn fields.  I parked my car where I usually did--under a tall maple--and
scooted between the barbed wire fences.  After cross a corn field,
following a row, I could see the stream meandering under the willows.  On
the near side at the bend in the stream, a beach of fine sand gently sloped
to the stream.  I stood a breathed the cool air that came from the water.

As I stripped off my clothes, rubbed my belly, which, over the years, had
remained firm, I slowly walked into the water up to my waist and swam under
the willows.  It felt exhilarating. I got out and lay on my blanket and
closed my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke and saw the young man
standing over me, I startled. "Who are you?" I blurted out, trying to cover
myself. "Bill Ryan--I work up the road on the Myer's farm.  Mr. Myers told
me that there was a good place to swim," he replied. I looked at him--lean,
scrawny and drenched with sweat so that he long sleeve work shirt clung to
him.  I smiled, "Okay. You look hot. Enjoy."

He slipped off his shirt, shucked off his two large boots and jeans.  He
stared at me with his white jockey shorts.  I looked at him and said, "Its
okay, no use getting them drenched. It is just you and I."  He smiled back
and let them down.  Cautiously he tiptoed to the water and slowly entered
it.  I could see the sleek muscular back and taut buttocks, the long
swimmer's body.  He stood there, riffling the water around him with his
hands.  I got up and walked to stand by him.  I noticed as I got near him
that he had a lovely crop of hair on his chest that meandered down to his
groin where his penis, a mere bud, hung innocently.  He gazed over at me.
I had a similar body, although older. We stood quietly patting the water,
looking at each other until I said, "Well let's go in."  I leaned forward
just as he did and we swam out into the center of the swimming hole, which
was a deepen pool that went under the willows. He swan to one willow branch
and leapt up, handing from it, his legs swinging back and forth, the water
glistening in the half light over him.  I swam nearby and found myself
entranced with him, chatting casually about how good it felt, his legs
swinging out more, glancing right by my arm.  Instinctually I grabbed his
right leg and jokingly pulled on it, stretching him out, his whole body out
of the water, taut.

I held him as he smiled and arched his body up, groaning.  His penis had
engorged and stood up right, magnificent, painting to his belly button,
firm and straight.  He looked at it; I did the same.  I kept my arm on his
leg and he stiffened his body, lifting it more.  I slide toward him and let
his body sink down.  I leapt on the branch and put my one hand by his right
hand and then swung my other hand by his left, facing him, my body across
his.  His face directly across from mine.  We kissed and I felt his cock
against mine, both of our erection taut, upright. His lips were tender and
moist, gentle. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, carefully sliding it
back and forth as our bodied swayed back and forth, the cool air off the
water titillating them. As we swayed I could feel my cock getting harder
and harder, the heat of his cock against mine, our hips gently rubbing.
From his throat a deep low groan as I felt his chest heave up and his hips
lift, then his legs around mine. I held on tighter.  His hips thrust and
his cock slide from its juices against my belly.  His tongue increased its
thrusts in my mouth.  Then he managed to wiggle his buttocks onto the tip
of my cock and as he rose up and down, to insert it so, by then, my whole
body felt stretched and taut, and my cock in spasms as if it were in a
ecstasy of itself thrust to meet him as the steam seemed to join us, the
water eddying around our feet, the heat of the sun dappled thought the
leaves, heating us.  We got into a rhythm, his tongue in my mouth, my
tongue in his, his hips and cock up and then mine up, and the branch that
held us, swaying, his ball taut, mine taut, the semen like frenzied minnows
swirling in our desires, the pace quickening, until he groaned and thrust
upward, his head straining back and I felt his semen spray, warm, thick on
my chest and mine, in turn, as he came down on me, released into him and he
shuddered again and rose up and came down again and. rising to meet him, I
came, this time even more forcefully, screaming out, my whole body
convulsing, singing out, released, And we both dropped into the water like
a baptism, swimming around, kissing quietly in the quiet light.  We walked
to the blanket and I put my hand on his cock and he out his hand on mine
and waited, without a word, rested, basking in the sun until he became
aroused and I too and then wordlessly he rubbed me, moisting my cock, and I
did the same to him, holding each other with our other hand, rubbing the
chest, neck and kissing, we very gradually stroking the length of our
shafts from the tip and then slowing down, looking at each other's eyes,
listening to each other's breathes, as if we had know each other an
eternity, waiting, increasing our pace and then stopping, breathing
slowing, just rubbing each other's body, the chest, face and starting again
until he leaned back on the blanket and I leaned over taking his cock in my
mouth, holding the tip which by then was swollen and thick, put my lips
around it and with the slightest of movements up and down very slowing
brought his cock to its full measure and then he put his hand on the
shoulder and I knew, the semen came into my mouth in sweet pulsations,
first one, then another and, after a pause, another, each as forceful, his
hips rising with each ejaculation, his hand steadily on my shoulder as
still another came and he exhaled.

His cock stayed hard and semen oozed from it, and down the sides of my
mouth into his pubic hair. Then he pushed me over and I felt his hand
softly rubbing on my belly and his mouth on my cock.  He took it fully in
his mouth and just held it, letting it twitch in his throat. He rubbed my
chest and face and I held still.  I could feel very slight movements of his
mouth.  And without knowing it, my whole body shivered.  It was as if
electricity had jolted me upward and my cock, as hard as I ever remember,
began to shoot, first one, then another wave of pleasure, and bucking,
thrusting, one wave after another, the semen coming from deep inside me, a
catharsis.  He grabbed me from under my buttocks and took it.  I could see
semen drooling from his mouth yet here it came, another and another, wave
on wave I couldn't seem to stop.  When I did, he let me know, and put his
mouth in mine, my seed, his tongue sliding back and forth, back and forth.
We let go of one another for another swim and dressed but half way to the
road turned back and it wasn't until nightfall that we went back to the
road, he heading back to work, I back to my room.  But we both agreed
tomorrow might be another good day for a swim.