Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 17:00:55 -0400
From: Kyan Michaels <kyanswritings@gmail.com>
Subject: A Hot Summer Vacation, Chapter 3

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allowed to read this, then you know you shouldn't be here.
This story includes male/male sex between consenting adult
men. Please don't take this and post it somewhere else as
your own work, or even crediting me without asking first.
Kyan Michaels.


A Hot Summer Vacation: Chapter 3

*****

     So there I was, sitting in my car in the mall parking
lot, soaking wet and staring at this boy, terrified. Had I
really just blurted out that I wanted to kiss him? I hadn't
even known him 12 hours yet and here I was trying to make a
move on him. He was going to think I was a whore or
something.

     But as all of these thoughts ran through my head, he
smiled. Was he okay with what I said? Did he want me to kiss
him? Would he have suggested it if I hadn't? I decided that
if I was going to be bold enough to blurt out that I wanted
to kiss him, then I was going to be bold enough to actually
give it a try.

     I leaned in toward him, and remembering my fantasy wank
earlier, I kept my eyes open. He made no move to close his,
but did tilt his head to allow me access. He made me cover
the entire distance to him, letting me know that this was
entirely my idea and that if it sucked, it was my fault.

     But when our lips met, it was anything but terrible. He
accepted my kiss and kissed me gently back, pressing against
me with the barest of force. After only a few seconds, he
pulled back and broke the kiss. I was hungering for more,
but he stopped me before I could get carried away.

     He put his finger to my lips and pushed me back,
saying, "Let's move slowly. Never give it all away right up
front. There needs to be something worth getting or else
there's no point in our continuing to date."

     Well, at least it wasn't a total bust. He'd let me have
my kiss, even deigning to kiss me back, minimal as it was.
But he did say that he wanted to see me again, so that was
something.

     I drove him home and as he was about to get out of my
car, I stopped him.

     "Wait!" I said a bit too loudly. "What's your number?"
I pulled out my phone and began to type in his name. He gave
me his number and told me to text him so he'd have mine. I
sent him a garbled bunch of letters and once he said he had
received it, he got out of my car saying he'd see me again
soon.

*****

     Two days passed and I had not seen or heard from Jacob.
I was afraid maybe it had been a mistake to be so forward.
But he was so forward with me. He had just ridden up to me,
introduced himself, and asked me on a coffee date that
turned into a movie as well. And when I dropped him off, he
had seemed to have enjoyed himself. I had jacked off to the
thought of him four or five times since that date and I was
about to break down and text him. I just didn't want to seem
needy or clingy or anything else like that. I had never been
the needy one before and I sure didn't want to start now.

     I was out in the yard, pulling crabgrass which was
perhaps my least favorite thing in the world to do. Normally
my dad waited until the weather was cold enough to kill the
weed, making it easier to spot and easier to rip from the
ground. But this year, he told me he wanted to get an early
start because he wanted to put down sod in the areas that
would be left empty once the crabgrass had been removed.

     So here I was, sitting on my ass in the grass,
shirtless, pulling weeds up from the soil. I had chosen to
wear my bathing suit so I could just jump into the pool
again once I was done. I was listening to my iPod and
singing along, meaning I didn't notice when Jake pulled up
on his bike wearing just his swimsuit and a backpack.

     He tapped my on my right shoulder, scaring the
daylights out of me and making me jerk to my right. No one
was there so when I turned to my left, I saw him standing
and grinning at me, proud that he'd startled me so
effectively.

     "You asshole," I said without any real malice. He
laughed at my comment and stuck his hand out for me to grab.
I took hold and let myself be pulled to my feet.

     "C'mon," he said, gesturing to his bike. "Let's go to
the park." I had never been on a motorcycle before, and I
certainly didn't want him to smell me in my current state.
My blonde hair was plastered to my forehead and my hands
were covered in dirt. When I brought up this point and said
that I should take a shower first, he just laughed and shook
his head.

     "We can just jump in the lake when we get there," he
said. I had never been one to spend much time scoping out my
neighborhood. I knew we had a park, and I knew there was a
small lake there, but I had no idea people actually swam in
it. I tried to tell him I had things to do, but in the end,
none of my arguments worked so I found myself on the back of
his bike, clutching to him for dear life. My still pale skin
was separated from his tanned body by only a small backpack.
I wondered what this stud could be carrying with him.

     The park was mostly empty when we arrived except for a
mother and her young son who were splashing about together
in the shallow banks of the lake. At some point in the four
years I'd been gone, the neighborhood committee had
apparently installed a small dock that extended into the
water to where it was maybe five feet deep. There was also a
volleyball court set up over in what used to be just a big
grassy area. They had dug the grass out a bit and put in a
giant sand pit with a net. If only I had known, I would have
brought a ball with me.

     Jake stopped his motorcycle, let me hop off, and then
shut it off. Then he dropped his bag next to it, kicked off
his sandals and took off for the dock. I quickly yanked my
shoes off and ran after him. He never slowed down, opting
instead to jump headfirst into the water in a surprisingly
well-formed dive. It wouldn't have won any medals at a
competition, but I was certainly impressed. Of course, I'm
sure anything this stud did would impress me.

     I stopped at the end of the dock and just waited for
him to resurface. The water was very clear and I could see
that his suit had been pulled down a couple inches by the
dive. I strained to see but the disruption in the water was
blacking my view and he quickly pulled his shorts up.

     "You gonna stand there all day?" he asked once he had
surfaced. "C'mon! Let's see what you got!"

     He was grinning and I decided that instead of showing
off my diving, which was fairly nice (I did spend every day
in the pool for a few years), I did a cannonball and landed
right next to where he was swimming. When I came up from my
trick, he gave me barely enough time to breathe and then
playfully shoved my back under. After that he took off in
the other direction.

     Not to be outdone, I took off after him, and with my
superior training, I caught him in just a few strokes,
though I don't think he was trying too hard. When I reached
him, I grabbed at him and we wrestled for dominance, using
the shallowness of the water to try and gain advantage.
Though he was taller than I was, I was quick and it took him
a lot of effort to try and get me in a headlock. Only once I
realized how much our half-naked bodies were touching did I
freeze and he won. I was happy to let him clutch me to his
muscled body. He had one hand around my neck loosely, and
the other tightly around my abs.

     I was happy to stay there forever with him holding me
tightly. But once he had won, he released me and began
swimming back toward the dock. I followed and we climbed the
ladder to prepare to jump back in. This time he ran and
performed an incredibly messy gainer, scaring me half to
death as I saw how close his head came to the dock. I chose
to go a more traditional route and did a standard dive,
entering the water smoothly and without too much wake. I
reappeared about 20 feet away from the dock and when I
popped my head above the water, Jake had disappeared.

     I soon found where he had gone when not two seconds
later I felt him yank me down into the water. Once I was
under the water with him, he held me and this time didn't
let go as we rose to the surface. I opened my eyes once we
were out of the water and looked at him. He really was
perfect. His blue eyes contrasted his dark hair so
beautifully that every time I looked at them, I couldn't
help but stare.

     He looked at me and repeated my words from the other
day. "I really want to kiss you." And with that, he leaned
in and pressed his lips to mine. This time, he closed his
eyes once our lips had met, and I let mine fall closed as
well. We stood in the water, my face barely above the
surface, and we kissed. He held me tight and I wrapped my
arms around him, holding his head against mine.

     The kiss escalated when I felt his tongue probe at my
lips. I immediately parted them to allow him access. He
explored my mouth and our tongues wrestled much the same as
he and I had earlier in the water. He tasted of cinnamon,
spicy and sweet. We continued to kiss until I felt myself
begin to grow hard in my shorts. Luckily, he chose that
moment to release me and we pulled apart.

     "You're very good at that," I said, trying to catch my
breath as I had forgotten to breathe while our lips were
locked.

     "So are you," he replied, looking directly into my
eyes. "C'mon, let's get out of the water for a while."

     We swam to the shore and walked toward his bike. He
grabbed his shoes and backpack and I grabbed my shoes as
well, though I didn't put them on. I was following him since
he seemed to have this planned. He led me back to the dock
were we sat next to each other on the wood. He began
unzipping his backpack, and my interest was definitely
perked. I had been wondering why he was wearing it in the
first place. What he pulled out was a plastic bag with two
sandwiches, and a big bottle of water.

     "I thought we might have a little picnic," he said. I
was doing everything in my power not to melt at this
romantic little gesture. It was just too cute that this guy
who seems so macho to me would do something as thoughtful as
this. "I hope you like salami."

     "Honestly, I wouldn't care what you made," I responded.
"This is just too sweet. You just so happened to see me
working and chose to stop by and kidnap me from my house."

     He blushed which added to his cuteness. With a smile I
accepted the sandwich from him, taking a big bite off the
corner. I noticed that he ate in small bites, and was eating
away the crust first. When he realized just why I was
staring he laughed in a way that almost seemed like a
giggle.

     "What?" he asked. "I like to eat the crust first and
save the best part for last." And with that he went back to
eating. I had nothing to criticize about his way of eating,
just thought it was cute. I smiled and went back to my
sandwich. We ate in silence and then each had a large gulp
from his bottle. When we had both finished, he looked at me
seriously.

     "I'm really glad I met you," he said, a touch of
sadness to his voice.

     "So am I," was my reply.

     "No, I mean it," he shook his head. "It's hard to live
in this town and be gay. No one here is gay and open about
it, so for the last year and a half, I've had to retreat
back into the closet and live a lie."

     My heart broke a little at this. Here I was thinking
that this summer was going to be boring without any cute
boys and pretending I was straight, and he had been living a
lie for a much longer time. I grabbed his hand and threaded
my fingers with his.

     "Well, if it helps, you're getting out of here in just
a couple of months and you can be free to be out again," I
said, squeezing his hand. "And besides, in this town, I'm in
the closet as well. So we might as well have fun locked in
that closet together," I winked.

~~~~~~~

Yay chapter 3! Again, I hope y'all are liking this. And I
hope you don't think it's moving too slowly. I don't believe
in meeting a guy and fucking him the same day. So, for this
story to seem true, I didn't write that. Perhaps I'll write
a little one-timer story just for some hot sex. Though.
these boys are about ready to get to it ;) As always, I'd
LOVE to hear from you, so email me! kyanswritings@gmail.com