Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 10:40:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: BH
Subject: Dad and Me at the Lake House

The summer after my first kiss, my dad and I borrowed my aunt's lake
property for all of July. He didn't know I liked guys yet. He didn't know
I'd started jerking off in my room at night thinking of our neighbors who
jogged shirtless. He didn't know I had quietly become a man. And when he
noticed, it changed everything between us.

My mom had left just after the new year, and my dad had done his best that
spring to be a single parent. He worked long hours, was rarely home for
dinner. I was old enough to take care of myself. In more ways than my
father knew.

Having the place to myself most evenings, I used my time alone to explore
drugs and sex. My friend Trevin had a bong and porn, and he would come over
and hang with me in the basement, getting me high and horny, and then
"joking" that I should suck his dick. I never did, but I wanted to. When
we'd ejaculate onto each other's legs, we both pretended it was on
accident, whining how gross it was. And then he'd leave and I'd jack off
again, imagining what would happen if instead of laughing, I did lean down
and take his uncut dick in my mouth. Finally knowing if it tasted like
smelled.

By the time my dad would get home, I had usually cum a few times. I
probably looked like a zombie slug, laying on the couch in my sweatpants,
my dick still raw from having stroked all afternoon. I wouldn't look up
when he'd come in through the garage door. He'd yell for me to help carry
groceries and I'd walk over docile and residually high, happy to do as he
asked.

"Aunt Genny said we could stay at Lake Crusoe if you want," he told me. "I
have a week off. Could be fun."

I had been looking forward to jerking off with Trevin all summer. I didn't
want to spend a week on a lake that would only remind me of my horrible
mother, fighting with my lame cousins.

"Genny and the kids won't be there," Dad said. "We'd have the place to
ourselves." He watched my face. I could see he wanted me to say yes. "I'll
let you drive the pontoon boat."

I'd always wanted to drive it, but my cousin Max was three months older and
hogged all the fun.

"Yeah, okay," I said, and went back to the couch. "A whole week though?"

My dad sat in his chair, across from me and explained that he wanted to be
more present, that he'd needed some time to mourn the divorce, and that he
loved me, bla bla bla.

That night, I posted a personal ad, asking if anyone in the Lake Crusoe
area wanted to get his dick sucked by a 16-year-old boy. I posted a picture
of my bicep and chest and jerked off in anticipation. In the morning, there
were too many replies to respond to. I read them all, letting myself
fantasize about each man, imagining what he looked like based on his chin
or dick or neck.

One guy who responded really caught my eye. He was tan in his picture and
had a nice smile. He looked like guys in amateur porn, with shaggy straight
guy hair, flicking off the camera. He said he was in college, staying on
the lake, invited me skiing. He asked me if I was real, which made him seem
more real himself; and he didn't bring up sex or ask for a picture, which
made me all the more comfortable.

I wrote back, but didn't bring up sucking dick as I had in the ad. I sent
him pictures of me with my face blurred out. I told him I had only jerked
off with a guy, and asked if that's okay. When he wrote back, he told me
his name was Shawn and that he is excited to have a new friend on the
lake. He gave me his cell number and asked when I'd be there. As a "p.s."
Shawn wrote, "Me too."

I loved the idea of spending a week exploring with a stranger. I had
fantasies of swimming together, rough housing, and then kissing under the
dock, hidden from view. Of jerking each other off in secret in the murky
water. I imagined him flicking me off, as he was in the picture, and then
gesturing me with finger to come to him, that same hot grin on his tan
face. I jerked off, not writing him back, imagining he was some creepy
stalker watching my dad and me from afar. I pictured him tying me up in his
boat house, rubbing my asshole with a wet finger, telling me what he wants
to do to me. When I came, I licked the cum from my hand and forearm, as if
it were his. Then closed my laptop, deciding not to meet him after all.

Dad told me to pack only what I needed, and so I did. I brought a only
backpack and a laptop, and Dad laughed at how "manly" I was becoming, with
such simple needs. I caught myself blushing, and then wondered if Dad
noticed.

"You want to play DJ?" Dad asked, and I shook my head no. I didn't want my
dad to hear every time I had an email alert.

"Let me know if you change my mind," he said, and then put on his own
playlist of classic rock and man ballads. He started singing along like a
cowboy, and I realized how handsome my dad was. Strong chin. Kind warm
eyes. I hoped I'd be as handsome as him when I was older.

When we got to the property, Dad unlocked the main fence, dragged the gate
open and got back in the car. He drove to through a stretch of woods and
down the path to the house. I saw a deer and some squirrels. We parked the
car and walked immediately out onto the dock, our bags still in the back
seat. Out on the water, there was a couple of kids in a paddle boat and I
could hear music from a few houses down. Someone was grilling, and I could
smell the meat searing.

"You hungry?" Dad asked, and we brought our stuff inside. Dad made us tuna
fish sandwiches and we ate together, not saying much. I was used to
masturbating constantly, and had spent the car ride looking at porn on my
phone and watching from emails from Shawn. What I really wanted was a
shower, and to bust my load so I could think straight. But Dad insisted we
swim.

"Why shower when you're about to get in a lake anyway?" I was starting to
feel irritable, but I knew better than to take it out on my dad. He
deserved a relaxing vacation. I could wait until bedtime, I told myself,
and that the orgasm would be all the better for it.

I changed into my swimsuit, and while I waited for Dad to do the same, I
found a note from Uncle Steve, addressed to us:

"Make yourselves at home. Genny and the kids are with her parents. I'm
going up to the city for the week to finish construction on a duplex. Sorry
to miss you. I locked the kids' room because it's a wreck. You're welcome
to share the master bedroom. If you need anything, call my cell. Have fun."

"What's that?" Dad said, tying his shorts.

"Uncle Steve is hiding a body in the kids' room," I told him, wondering why
it was locked. Dad started reading the note.

"Wait? So we have to share the big room? No way!" I was pissed. I need my
own room, after all.

"No, I can sleep out here on the couch, don't worry." Dad assured me,
wanting me to have a nice time. "I'll probably stay up late anyway."

We went out to the lake and dove in, enjoying the water. Eventually, Dad
wanted to ride the jet ski, and I agreed. As I had a hundred times before,
I rode behind him on the big seat, holding onto the waist of his life
jacket. The two of us sped across the lake, feeling the spray and the sun
on our drying skin. The hum of the motor under me, between my legs.

My dick started to plump up, and I let it. But then, before I knew it, I
was actually hard in my bathing suit. My dad told me to hold on tight, and
soon we were jumping over little waves in the water, my lap pressing into
him with every up and down. I feared he would notice, but didn't want to
fall off the jet ski either. He laughed and then steered us toward more
rough water. My mind drifted to Shawn, and how I'd fantasized about skiing
with him. Every tan shirtless man in every lakefront yard was him, and I
watched the shoreline, looking for him.

"Hold on," Dad called again, and I gripped the straps of his
jacket. "Tighter," he insisted. I put my arms around him, my chest to his
back. I tried to keep my hard dick from pressing into him, but he shifted
in the seat, and suddenly we were flush together. Just in time to hit the
wake and become airborne. With a crash, we hit the water and my dick would
rub in place. And then we'd be airborne again. Crash, rub, repeat.

I panicked, thinking of excuses for why I was hard. But when Dad didn't
seem to notice, I let myself enjoy the feeling, imagining he was Shawn,
giving me a tour of the lake. I let the purr of the jet ski work on my
balls, and closed my eyes and let me head fall back for a second. We flew
across some smooth water, and then we turned so suddenly I had to squeeze
Dad tight to keep from flying off.

Dad slowed down, turning to look me in the eye. He had a big smile on his
face and was laughing. I had no clue if he felt it, so smiled back, my face
flush. He had a mischievous look in his eye, but I convinced myself it was
the daredevil in him, enjoying the jet ski. The whole way back we caught
waves, speeding and skipping across the surface of the lake.

He backed up toward the dock to let me off first, and when he didn't look
up at me and I was able to adjust my crotch, I figured he was
clueless. Then after he too was on the dock, I caught a glimpse of his own
crotch and realized he was hard too. He tried to hide it, but he was
definitely tenting his swim suit. And when he saw me noticing, he shook his
head, amused.

"You're fun," he said. I couldn't tell from his expression if he was
embarrassed or what. But he smiled as he headed into the house.

"You ready for that shower now?" he asked, seeming to know what I was going
to do in the shower. "Cause I could use some bathroom time myself." He
pulled a beer out of the fridge and opened it. I tried in vain to find cell
reception.

"Is there internet here?" I asked. I remembered there being a long weird
WiFi password on the fridge, but it wasn't there." Dad adjusted himself.

"Yeah," he said. "But Steve emailed me the new password... So I'll have to
get that for you when we're in town next... Sorry."

He really did seem sorry, but I blew up anyway. Maybe it was embarrassment
from the jet ski ride, or being hugely pent up, but I freaked out a little.

"I need the internet Dad. I'm going to go INSANE here," I heard myself
yelling.

"Wow," he said. "Calm down, son. Geez." He gave me a stern look, and I took
a deep breath. "I get it."

"When are you going to town anyway?"

"I was hoping in the morning... But I could head soon, if it's that
important to you." Dad seemed frustrated with me. "There are other ways to
get your rocks off, kiddo. Damn."

I wasn't used to him being so direct about masturbation. I caught his eye
and he was the one that looked embarrassed.

"I forget what it's like being a teenager. I'm sorry. I'll go as soon as I
take a leak," he said.

"No, don't be stupid." I said, feeling defensive. "I'll deal." It's not
like I needed the internet to get off. I felt like I could cum any second
without even touching myself. I don't think I had ever felt so horny.

"Maybe you'll feel better after your shower," he said, mocking me.

"Oh my God. Stop it," I said. Dropping onto the couch. I put my feet
up. "I'm not taking a shower. You can if you need to so bad."

"You kidding? I like the build. I might not jerk off this whole trip!"

I don't know what happened, but suddenly my dad and I were talking about
jerking off? It didn't seem real. But at the same time, I enjoyed it. We
were already so close. I liked not having to hide my sexuality from him.

"Well, I intend to. Constantly," I laughed. "But I like to take my
time... so a shower won't exactly cut it."

Dad told me some stories about getting caught when he was my age. I
pictured my grandpa walking in on him with a magazine and giving him a
lecture about pornography.

I told Dad about the time he walked in on me and didn't seem to
notice. Just kept talking about the movie we'd just finished watching and
asking about breakfast. The whole time, I was still holding my lubed up
dick, afraid if I let it go, it would spring up tenting the sheet.

"Oh, I knew," Dad admitted. "I wanted to see how long you'd let me stay in
your room before kicking me out. You were shockingly patient!"

"Geez Dad, really? Ugh, you perv!"

Dad laughed, that mischievous look in his eye.

"You walked in on me once too. Remember that?" He adjusted his crotch
again. I was getting hard, talking to him about all this, and I wondered if
he was too.

"No," I said. Swallowing my spit. There was a time I listened at his door
and heard him grunting. I hoped he wasn't about to bring that up.

"Yeah, you came into my room when you were little. Without knocking. I
forget where your mom was. I was watching a video with headphones in, and
before I knew it you were up on the bed." I didn't remember any of this,
and my face gave that away. "Oh yeah? I could have sworn you'd
remember. You were so funny."

"No, I don't."

"You asked to touch it. When I told you no, you had a little tantrum. You
don't remember any of that?"

"Oh my God. I did? Weird."

"You wanted to suck it," he said, lust in his voice. The sound of him
saying it turned me on. But when I caught his eye, he seemed playful
again. "I told you no, and you freaked out. And went to your room. I forget
how old you were."

"Why don't I remember?" I thought hard.

"Well, whatever. Point is, we've walked in on each other. No need to be
embarrassed now." Dad opened another beer. "I won't be weird about it if
you won't. That's one thing I hated about your mom... Shit was she a
prude. I couldn't mention jerking off without getting a scolding from that
bitch. She let me jerk off in the living room after you kids were asleep,
so long as I didn't talk about it with her."

"That's lame," I said, not wanting to talk about her.

"Your old enough for us to talk like this, right?" Dad came over to the
couch with his beer. Sat down next to me. "If you'd rather not, that's cool
too."

"No, I like it," I told him, and it was true. "I'm not weird about it
either."

"Good," he said, putting his hand on his crotch. "Cause I'd feel silly if
we were taking showers four times a day."

"You jerk off four times a day?!" I asked. I'd assumed he jerked off at
night, especially after mom left. But I didn't suspect he was half as horny
as me. He didn't act like it. Though neither did I, I guess.

I watched as he gripped his hard on through his bathing suit, his eyes
closed. Started rubbing it a little. I thought he was going to stop, but he
cleared his throat and untied his suit. Before I knew it, his hand was in
his shorts.