It was a hot summer and one of the few times my family actually 
went to a real lake.  They had business friends who had a lake 
cabin.  I had seen their son, Greg, a few times before but only 
about once a year.  We hadn't seen each other for a couple of 
years but when we arrived at the lake for the weekend, it was fun 
to get reaquainted.  
 
  Greg was much taller than I remembered him but just as skinny 
and just as friendly.  We spent most of Saturday morning riding 
the two motorcycles he had around lake trails.  In the afternoon, 
both of our families and some others went to the dock and for a 
couple hours, we waterskiied from his dad's boat.  It was great 
fun...I hadn't done much of that before.  But Greg had.  His 
family went to the lake almost every weekend and he had a killer 
tan.  He looked like a dark Mexican, except for his blondish hair 
and penetrating blue eyes.  He had an intensity about him that 
made me curious--he looked deeply into anyone he was with.  I was 
amazed at how good he was when he skiied.  He could get up and 
stay up.  And he laughed how my inexperience caused me to take a 
half dozen times to get up and then promptly fall down.
 
  The evening ended with the family "campfire" and after the 
adults went into the cabin, Greg and I went to his tent but 
neither of us were ready for sleep.  We talked a long time about 
school, what we liked to do, about the others who boated with us.  
It was a warm evening and eventually, we decided to walk around 
in the dark with our flashlights.  We went back down to the 
boatdock and sat and talked some more.
 
  Greg suggested we go for a skinnydip but we had to do it 
quietly because the water's edge wasnt that far from cabin.  So 
in the darkness, we shed our clothes and slipped over the side 
and into the water.  It was warm and probably about ten feet deep 
so we held onto the dock and talked and laughed.  I spashed him 
and he splashed back but we were trying to be quiet about it.  
 
  I didn't expect him to grab me around the waist and pull my 
grip from the dock that held me up but he just held me there and 
for the first time, I was very aware of my nakedness and his 
touch.  Strangely, it excited me alittle because no boy had ever 
touched me when I was naked. I didn't fight him but let him hold 
onto me and then I let myself float up on my back and he used his 
free hand to support me.  Only now, he lowered his hand and held 
me by my ass.  I wasn't sure what to make of that but I knew one 
thing...my dick was getting hard and in the moonlight, I was 
afraid he could see it.
 
  He did.  His face wasn't very far from my rising dick and he 
said, "I see you like that!"  And he reassured me as I started to 
lower myself into the water by saying he liked that too.  I was 
getting embarrassed by my uncontrollable erection.
"Funny, isn't it, how your dick gets hard anytime it wants to," 
he joked.  And he said his was too.
 
  He told me turn over in the water and he used his hand to help 
me turn.  As he did it, his hand moved to my lower belly to 
support me.  Only he moved his hand down and his forarm was 
firmly on my dick and that made me even more excited.  Before I 
even had a chance to think about it, he grabbed my dick like a 
handle and squeezed it and used it to hold me near the surface.  
Sure, I'd jacked off before but this was really exciting and I 
told him that felt really good.  I was alittle worried about 
being discovered and he told me not to worry about it; and what 
he was doing to me, I didn't want to either.
 
  Greg told me to grab onto the dock with one hand and I did so 
we were facing each other.  He grabbed my dick again and I 
decided to do the same to his.  I shivvered a little when 
thinking about it but when I reached down into the dark water, it 
was there and as hard as mine was.  We slowly squeezed each 
others dicks and as he rubbed mine up and down, slowly, I did the 
same thing to his.  This was great.
 
  We talked about jacking off and admitted we both did it all the 
time.  He asked me if anybody had ever sucked my dick and I said 
no...that I hadn't even done THIS before.
  "Well, I'm gonna give you a treat if you want it," he said and 
by this time, I was all for the new experience.
  We moved over by the shore where it was shallower.  Hidden 
between the boat and the dock, we stood in knee deep water.  His 
hand was back on my dick only he got down on his knees and 
replaced his hand with his mouth.  Even though the water was 
warm, it wasn't as warm as his mouth and he took my dick in and 
started moving up and down.  I put my hands on his wet head and 
closed my eyes, feeling every movement as he bobbed off and onto 
me.  He moved his hands up and down the small of my back, across 
my ass and down my legs.  It was incredible and it didn't take me 
long to build up and let my load spurt into his mouth.  He just 
spit it out into the water beside us and he sucked what little 
remained and then pulled me back into deeper water.
 
  "Usually, when somebody does that to you, you're supposed to 
return the favor," he said.  "Obviously, I'm not going to tell 
anyone!"
 
  Well I thought about it but since we'd been in the water, it 
didn't seem so gross so I agreed.  We went back to the shallow 
place and got down on my knees and rubbed my hands on his waist 
and his legs and back to his manhood.  I took a deep breath and 
just did it.  It wasn't so bad.  It didn't really taste like 
anything.  The shape of the head of his dick was strange in my 
mouth and I licked it and sucked the end of him.  I told him 
though that I didn't want him to come in my mouth and he said he 
wouldn't.  Instead, he stopped me and said he would get off by 
rubbing his dick on me.  That sounded better to me.
 
  So he suggested we move to the bank and i laid down where the 
water lapped against the shore.  I was on my belly, about halfway 
out of the water.  Greg reached to the bottom and pulled up a 
handful of mud and rubbed in all over my ass.  
  "You'll like the way this feels too," he reassured me as he 
rubbed my backend and smeared mud between my cheeks.  That felt 
pretty decent too and then when he mounted me and slipped his 
still-hard dick between my legs, I felt a completely new 
sensation that also was pleasing.  The mud made him slippery 
between my buns and he slid his dick across my asshole and down 
below.  It felt better the more he did it.  I tightened my 
muscles and even arched my back to give him a better position.  
His breathing got faster as he pumped more firmly against me and 
I pushed my ass towards him.  I couldn't make up my mind whether 
I wanted to risk him hurting me or to get him to put it deep into 
me but I knew I was hard again and when his dick was up against 
my ass, I just felt like opening it up to take him in.  And he 
did slip it inside me.  It didn't really hurt at all because it 
was so slippery.  A sensation I'd never felt before.  Finally he 
stopped and announced he'd come.
 
  We spent afew more minutes in the water, sort of getting the 
mud off of us...I cleaned him and he cleaned me.  We got out, got 
dressed and went back to the tent.  I was alittle sore by then 
but I had liked it all.  As we settled into our sleeping bags, we 
promised we would still be friends and we fell almost immediately 
to sleep.  The next day, we swam, skiied and rode motorcycles but 
never mentioned what happened.  Like nothing had ever happened.  
Except after that, I looked at his body differently.
 
  And later, after the weekend was over, I longed to do it again 
and it gave me something to think about for months as I lay in 
bed at night.  We never went back to stay at his parent's lake