Date: Thu, 10 Sep 1998 18:00:00 PDT
From: jerry crispin <jerrycrisp@hotmail.com>
Subject: Summer at the Lake

Summer at the Lake
By Jerry Crispin (jerrycrisp@hotmail.com)
(b/b, incest, ws)

OK, I'll tell you what happened at the lake that summer.

When I was 11, Mom rented a cabin for a week at Lake Warm Springs. It was
the year after Mom and Dad divorced and she was trying to be a Mom and a
Dad to us three boys. Two years before that we had stayed there a few days
when Mom and Dad were still together. It was fun but Dad was determined to
teach us to fish, and we hated that. This time would be different; no
fishing and best of all, Mom said my best friend Larry could come with us.

Guess I told you already, I was 11 and so was Larry. My older brother Stan
was 16 and the Rodent (my little brother Eddy) was 9. Stan was my hero
then. He was a teenager; tall, thin, athletic, good at everything he did.
He was handsome with big features and lots of thick black hair. He always
had a broad smile on his face, especially when he would wrestle me to the
floor and tickle me `til I peed my pants. Stan was the Man! And Eddy was
the Rodent. He was small for his age, and pale and skinny with a pointy
nose and buck teeth, so he looked like a rat. He was nervous too. You know
how rats are always twitching their faces?  Yeah, that's Eddy. He was a
pest as well; always wanting to be with us, but he was funny and knew how
to make us laugh. He was OK.

I can clearly remember that first day at the lake. We helped Mom bring all
the stuff into the cabin. We had finished lunch and Stan wanted to go for a
hike to spy on the girl's camp just on the other side of the ridge. Despite
his protests, Mom made him take Eddy along. Larry and I decided to go to
the lake. What did Larry look like? Well, he was about my height but darker
and more muscular. His father was Mexican and his mother was American. His
skin was a golden brown color. He had dark eyes and wavy black-brown hair.
I wanted to be with Larry all the time.

It was the hottest part of the day. I can remember it clearly. Larry and I
were walking single-file down the narrow, dirt path to go to the lake to
swim. The path cut through grass that was about as tall as we were. We were
barefoot and all we were wearing was our little swim trunks. I was staring
at Larry's golden-brown back as I followed him. I guess my brain was
getting a little baked in the hot sun because I started to feel
disconnected from my legs as I walked behind him, exploring the back of him
with my eyes.

"Hey Jerry, I have to pee," Larry said as he stopped and turned around
facing me. This snapped me out of my trance.

"Me too." Oh good, I thought to myself, we can pee together and I can watch
his cock; something I always enjoy doing. Well, it didn't happen quite that
way.

"I'm gonna hold it `til we get to the lake," Larry said as he resumed
walking.

I said, "OK, me too," not knowing what he had in mind.

We only had a few hundred yards further to go. It was hot and dry and I was
just about to stop and pee in the tall grass because I could hardly hold it
any longer, when Larry turned around.

"Look at this," he said as he looked down at his trunks. I could see the
material stretched across his groin area darken, and liquid start to run
down his inner legs. I couldn't believe it. Larry was peeing in his swim
trunks!

"You do it too! We'll jump right in the lake when we get there."

I couldn't take my eyes off the growing patch of wet fabric. There was so
much pee now that it was flowing down his inner legs in thick ribbons plus
straight down from his little penis through the tight fabric of his faded
red Speedos and splashing onto the dusty path.

I relaxed the muscles controlling my bladder and let loose. I can't
describe how wonderful it felt... to totally let go. I could feel my trunks
filling and leaking at the same time. I was only about a foot away from
Larry. I spread my legs and thrust my hips forward to put on a little show
for his benefit. He thrust his hips forward also. There we were, standing
motionless in the hot sun. Our puddles of urine met and formed one puddle.
Both of our eyes were fixed on each other's crotches. As the flow began to
subside, Larry looked into my eyes and said, very softly and slowly,
"Cool."

"I'll race you to the beach!" I said, as I ran past him, almost knocking
him down.

Finally, the path opened onto a sandy beach that was only about the size of
a small suburban living room. We ran full-speed into the water. I can still
remember how refreshing that cool water felt on my little sun-baked body!

We spent a good part of the afternoon splashing around, playing our regular
water games and generally burning some of the energy we had stored up
sitting in school most of the year.

Finally, we were exhausted. The water we were in was almost chest-deep but
we were semi-crouching so that just our heads were above water. A gentle
moving of our arms was enough to keep us afloat. I slowly reached
underwater toward Larry until my fingers touched his swim trunks. I gave
his cock a squeeze.

"Oh oh! I think there's water snakes!" Larry said with a big grin on his
face. This was one of our "sex games" that we always played when we were
"in the mood," as we called it.

"You think so?" I responded.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I felt one."

Larry slowly repositioned himself so we were side-by-side with our
shoulders touching. He slid his hand down the back of my black Speedos,
between my legs and squeezed my cocklette and balls from the underside. I
was surprised by such an aggressive move and let out a little squeal.

"Yep. Water snakes for sure! I better go under and see if I can find them,"
I said as I completely submerged myself under the water. I grabbed Larry's
Speedos at his hips and pulled them straight down. I moved my face forward
and was met by his three-inch boner sticking straight up. I pushed my lips
hard against the head until his full length was in my mouth; trying to
minimize the amount of lake water that went in with it. I stayed under as
long as I could, enjoying every second that I had Larry in my mouth... my
tongue furiously exploring his hard boyhood.

I came up, taking a deep breath of the warm summer air. I was met by a big
smile and Larry's white teeth inches from my face.

"Turn around," he said as he put both his hands on my shoulders and began
turning me. I quickly complied, as I would do anything that Larry wanted.

Larry was standing directly behind me, pressing hard against me with his
hands on my hips. Then he whispered softly into my ear, "Let me stick it
in."

"Uh huh. Stick it in," I whispered breathlessly.

At that age I didn't have the vocabulary to explain how I felt about Larry.
All I knew was that I always wanted to be with him; I loved to touch him
and have him touch me and I always felt the closest to him when he would
stick his cock in my butt. I knew he liked to do it a lot and I never said
"no" to him, but he always asked.

It hurt going in, as it always did. But before long it felt good. It made
me tingle all over and I loved the way Larry would hold me tight and breath
heavy into my ear.  This time was different though. He pumped my little
butt slowly instead of fast and he started to lick my ear. I wanted him to
hold me and fuck me and lick my ear like that all day long! As he pumped me
he had his arms around my chest and lifted my feet up off the
lakebed. Larry had total control of my tingling body.

He continued to hold my chest with one hand but the other hand slid down my
front and grabbed my cock.

"Hey you two!"

It was Stan! He had just stepped out from the path in the tall grass onto
the beach.

"Mom wants you to get back to the cabin. She's fixing dinner."

Larry quickly let go of me when Stan appeared. What had he seen? Oh shit.
Stan turned and ran back up the path. He was in his running shorts and new
running shoes so I knew we wouldn't catch up with him. He would be trying
out for cross-country in the fall, so he must be getting in all the running
he can.

Larry and I ran most of the way back to the cabin. Because we hadn't taken
towels with us and had run the dusty path while we were still wet, we
looked like two boys out of "Lord of the Flies" when we arrived. Mom took
one look at us and started yelling. She gave Stan two towels and told him
to take the garden hose behind the cabin and hose us down before we could
come into the house.

We stood on the small patch of lawn in the backyard while Stan turned the
hose on and pulled it over.

"You two had fun down at the lake?" Stan asked as he stood there in his
oversized white tank top and blue nylon shorts.

Larry and I gave each other a worried glance. "Oh yeah. It was fun I
guess."

"Hope there weren't any snakes." Stan said casually as he held his thumb
over the hose and directed the strong spray against our legs.

"No snakes," I squeaked.

"OK. Take your trunks off. Come on... hurry up."

"We have to?" I questioned.

"Just do it." Stan barked, as we quickly pulled down our Speedos; too
afraid to argue with him. For some reason dirt had collected under our
trunks.

"Come on... rub the dirt off while I hose you," Stan ordered.

He held the hose just inches away from us as we rubbed our legs, asses,
crotches.

"Bend over Larry, your crack's all dirty."

Larry didn't hesitate a moment as he bent forward. Stan ran the hose up and
down his ass crack spraying right up against it.

"OK, you can stand up."  As Larry stood up, Stan shoved the hose through
his closed legs so it stuck straight out just below his cock.

"Hey, look at this Jerry, Larry had to pee real bad!"

My nervousness vanished as I burst into laughter. There was Larry, wet and
naked with a goofy expression on his face, holding the hose projecting from
between his legs looking for all the world like a cock gushing like a
firehose!

"You thirsty Jerry? Go on... drink some piss!" Stan said, as he grabbed me
by the back of the neck and pushed me down to a crouching position in front
of Larry.

I knelt in front of him, letting the hose water flood my face. I was on all
fours like a thirsty puppy lapping the "piss" like I was dying of thirst!
Larry held the hose like a peeing cock and moved it up and down and side to
side over me. As soon as I saw that his real cock was stiff, I could feel
mine hardening. I looked over at Stan to see a prominent bulge in his
shorts. Then I watched him reach inside to give his equipment a major
adjustment. Seeing that made mine all the more stiff.

I must tell you, I was always fascinated by my older brother's cock. I
would usually only see him naked when we changed at the community pool. His
teen dick was long and thick and beautiful and sprouted out of a dense bush
of black hair. It seemed to have a mind of it's own. I could always tell
when Stan had a boner, which was quite often when he was 16. It demanded
constant adjusting.  He would try to hide it, but my eye was always drawn
like a magnet to that frequent swelling in his pants. That day with the
hose was no exception.

Stan walked over, not commenting on our little stiffies, grabbed the hose
from between Larry's legs and pushed the nozzle against my ass. He didn't
ask me to bend over, but just pushed it hard up and down my crack. I must
admit, it felt great! On the third pass, he pushed it hard against my
butthole. I could feel the water jetting into me! I tried pulling away, but
Stan's arm went against my chest.  He only held me for a few seconds. As he
let me go he whispered under his breath, "Did you like that?"

"Dinner's ready boys," Mom called from the kitchen. "Where's Eddy?"

Stan called to Mom through the screen door: "I think Eddy's in the
treehouse. I'll go get him."

Larry and I quickly dried ourselves off and ran into the cabin to put on
some shorts.

Mom said that it was too hot to eat in the cabin, so we helped her carry
the food out to the picnic table in the backyard. It was dusk and the sky
was beginning to turn a reddish-orange color. It gave everything such a
warm glow.

"Look what I found in the berry patch!" Stan announced as he came out from
behind the big tree at the edge of the yard. Eddy was sitting on Stan's
shoulders with his hands in Stan's thick, black hair while Stan held Eddy's
bare legs. Eddy had on a pair of little brown shorts and his entire body
from head to toe was covered with quarter-sized splotches of purple berry
juice!

"I'm berry, berry hungry!" Eddy chirped from his big brother's shoulders.

We all burst into laughter.

"He looks contagious to me! But we'll take our chances," said Mom. "Hurry
up and take him into the house, Stanley, and make sure he washes his hands
and then let's eat!"

I was jealous of the Rodent. He was clearly Stan's favorite. Stan was
always touching him, holding him, carrying him around on his shoulders and
generally making a big fuss over him.

After dinner, Larry and I sat on the front porch with the small Coleman
lamp hissing. I bet whoever built this place ran out of money when they got
to the porch. There should have been a railing around the perimeter, but
there wasn't one. Larry and I sat side by side on the edge with our feet
dangling. We gently bumped each other's foot.

"I think Stan saw us fucking in the water," said Larry.

I paused. "I'm not really sure."

"He got a hardon while he was squirting us with the hose. Did you see?"
asked Larry.

"Oh yeah. I didn't miss that," I said as I pushed my bare thigh against
his.

"Man, I'd love to suck on his thing. I bet it's real big and tasty. Have
you ever done it?"

"I never have, but I think about it sometimes," I responded. Of course, I
was lying. I thought about it all the time.

We heard the screen door creek open. "You boys had better get to bed, it's
late," Mom said.

I got up. "Can we sleep in the treehouse, Mom?"

"Not tonight. Stan and Eddy asked first, and you know it's only big enough
for two. Maybe tomorrow night." Mom went back into the cabin.

"I have an idea," said Larry, with a twinkle in his eye.

We went back into the cabin and Larry opened his backpack.

"Look at this," he said as he pulled out a 2-foot long black and red snake!

"Yikes!" I exclaimed as I jumped away.

"Rubber," Larry said as he wiggled it in front of my face. "What do you say
we put it on top of Eddy's sleeping bag tonight?"

"Cool!" I said, grinning ear to ear.

Later that night we unrolled our sleeping bags onto the huge hooked rug on
the living room floor. Larry had the snake and I had the flashlight. As
soon as we stepped outside, I realized that we didn't need the flashlight
and left it on the porch because the full moon was so bright we could see
just fine.

The treehouse was only a few hundred feet from the cabin. It was just a
couple feet off the fire road that was down hill from the cabin. The
treehouse was basically one small room with a deck in back built on two
branches of a giant bay tree on a steep slope. The slope was so steep that
the door opening was at ground level in front and then there was no wall in
back and the floor extended, serving as a small deck that was pretty far
off the ground.

As we approached the treehouse, Larry whispered, "I'm glad this trail is
soft dirt, so we can sneak up without crunching on leaves and twigs and
stuff."

We walked even more carefully as we came to the treehouse. The moon was
situated so that the light came through the opening in the back of the room
and flooded it with pale blue-white light. We could clearly see the two
sleeping bags on the floor. One with a big lump and the other with a little
lump.

We were crouching at the front door and Larry put the snake in his mouth
and slowly began crawling on his belly toward the smaller sleeping bag the
way army guys do in the movies. My heart was pounding. The more I looked at
that room, I suddenly realized that the sleeping bag without the big lump
did not have a small lump in it at all. It was flat as a pancake! Where was
Eddy?

The big lump began moving. Larry froze in his tracks.

"I'm gonna get up and pee, Baby." Stan said in a soft voice.

"Can I play with it?" said Eddy.

My mind was racing! Was Eddy in the sleeping bag with Stan? "play with
it...?"  "Baby...?"

"You know you can always play with it, Baby."

My two brothers slowly emerged buck naked from the one sleeping bag,
looking like new life forms emerging from a cocoon. Larry was smart enough
to stay put... halfway in the door opening. I held my breath, but couldn't
take my eyes off of what I saw.

They stood at the edge of the deck. Stan's body was tall, his shoulders
were broad and he had muscular definition which seemed even more pronounced
in the moonlight. Eddy's body was thin and small, but had a grace and
beauty and innocence that I had never noticed before. Stan lifted his hands
high over his head then he clasped them behind his neck. His semi-erect
cock had an impressive downward arch to it. I could see the pee begin to
flow. First in a quick spurt and then a steady, strong stream. I could hear
in splashing on the leaves far below.

Eddy stood to Stan's right and reached out and grabbed that impressive
piece of meat with one hand. He began moving it to one side, then the
other, directing the flow. Then he directed it up, so that Stan's urine
made a high arch. Then he quickly lowered the direction, moved his head
down and began to drink from the side, just like drinking from a garden
hose!

As Eddy slightly turned his body to do this I could see the silhouette of
his little pickle of a penis that was about as long as my little finger and
sticking straight up hard.

As the flow subsided to a trickle, Eddy got on his knees and took as much
of his brother's thick teen cock into his mouth as he could. I could see
his little adam's apple going up and down, so I knew what he was doing.
Then Stan lowered his hands and put them on his baby brother's head, gently
caressing and stroking his hair.

Then Stan knelt down in front of Eddy, his penis making an audible sound as
it popped out of Eddy's mouth. Eddy was panting for air. They embraced and
Eddy lifted his head up to meet Stan's lips. After they kissed, Stan moved
his lips slightly away and was whispering to Eddy. I couldn't hear what he
was saying, but every so often Eddy would say, "Uh huh," in a very sweet
way.

They both crawled back into the sleeping bag and started squirming and
giggling. That seemed like a good cover for us to leave. Larry slowly
crawled backwards and we were able to sneak off unnoticed.

When we got back to the cabin and into our bags, Larry said, "Can you
believe it? Your two brothers getting it on like that! Did it make you
jealous?"

"A little bit," I said. "How did it make you feel?"

"It made me in the mood for you." Larry said, as he got out of his sleeping
bag and started crawling into mine.

"For me?"

"Yep," Larry said as he snuggled up against me. "One day, your brothers are
going to move away and get married, and forget about playing like this. But
you are always going to have me, Jerry.

Well, that's what happened at the lake that summer 20 years ago. Larry was
right. My brothers eventually moved away and got married and have families
of their own. And what happened to Larry? He's in the kitchen fixing
dinner. Oops...  gotta go... dinner's ready.