As we got about 80 yards into the thick wooded area, Mr. Anderson said, “Jeffery, I want to show you something.”

He carefully led me into a thick wooded area off the path about 30 yards because we didn’t have any shoes on. We came up on a cave that he once use to play in when he was a kid.

Mr. Anderson explained that he and his family lived on this side of the lake during summers when he was growing up and that he, along with a few of his friends at the time, discovered the cave. He added that the cave was rather large and deep inside and went about 200 yards down into the earth. He informed me that it had all kinds of different passage halls and rooms and made a really neat hideout when they were little. 

As we both looked at the small entrance, I could tell Mr. Anderson was living his yesteryear. 

While it was too dark to go inside, Mr. Anderson said that he would like to return the following day because he hadn’t been in it for over 25 years and wanted to see if it still looked the same. 

I told Mr. Anderson that I would be glad to go with him because I wanted to see the cave too. As a gentle smile crossed Mr. Anderson’s face, he said that we would go to the marina the next day because we needed to get some lanterns and flashlights for the cave was really dark inside. 

I could tell Mr. Anderson was excited about visiting the cave so I asked what he remembered the most about it. Just as he went into a long drawn story about how he and his friends use to pretend it was their fort, he reached over and gently grabbed my soft cock. As he began to go into a long story about how they use to pretend they were in the cavalry fighting Indians, he began to slowly stroke me.

Instantly my cock grew hard. By now I was getting use to Mr. Anderson toying and fondling with it in his hand. I knew that he loved my snake and couldn’t get over how big I really was. And what I liked most this time is that his grasp was so ever soft and gentle. I could have stood there and let him stroke me forever. He wasn’t trying to get me off , but rather just wanted to make me feel good with his tender touch. 

When he finished the story, he exclaimed, “Come on Jeffery, let’s go and we’ll come back tomorrow--I can’t wait to see the cave again.” 

But rather than letting go of my cock, he held onto it as he led me out of the shrubs and back onto the path holding it firmly in his hand. 

The second we got back on the trail, Mr. Anderson looked down at my cock still in his hand and said, “Jeffery, I just can’t stand it ---I’ve got to suck it again”. 

Before I could say a work, he got down on his knees and quickly inserted my dick into his mouth. I was so taken by what he had just done that I didn’t say a word. There was no need for words at that point because I knew all that Mr. Anderson wanted to do was enjoy the taste of my tool and get me off again. 

I let out a soft moan to let him know just how good he was making me feel. No sooner did my breathing become heavy when he paused for a moment, licked one of his fingers and inserted it up my hole. Then he went right back to sucking me while he fingered me at the same time. 

I was so aroused by now that I could feel myself begin to cum. Before I knew it, I was panting really heavily and my nuts popped. Instantly I filled Mr. Anderson’s mouth with a flood of my cum. Just by the way he sucked me , I could tell he was enjoying every ounce of the salty seed my body had produced for him. 

Once I caught my breath and went soft, Mr. Anderson released his lips from my cock, stood back up and deep frenched me so that I could taste the residue of my own seed. 

Mr. Anderson then exclaimed, “Come Jeffery---geeeeze I bet it’s almost two o’clock in the morning”. 

I looked over at him with a smile on my face and replied, “Yea--but we are sure having fun.”

Mr. Anderson chuckled and replied, “We sure are, Jeffery--We sure are and maybe we will do it again tomorrow night.”

He grabbed my hand and led me back to the rocky shoreline. When we reached the big rock, Mr. Anderson soaped up his hand again and fingered my hole with his soapy index finger. Then he gave me a kiss and we jumped back in the water. Just as we started our swim back to the boat, we both noticed dark clouds moving in because they were so low and black appearing. 

No sooner had we climbed abroad his boat when it began to lightly sprinkle. Mr. Anderson said, “Come on Jeffery-- let’s go inside and dry off”. And no sooner had we toweled ourselves off when the light sprinkle turned into a soft gentle rain. By now both of us were starting to get tired and when I looked over at the ship’s clock, it was almost 2:30AM. Mr. Anderson said, “ Jeffery, let’s go to sleep in the cubby area up front”.

The cubby was located at the bow of the ship just under the floorboards. It was down in the hull in a really tight area. One had to open a small square door and crawl down into it. The room was only two feet high and about the size of a king size mattress. I could see why Mr. Anderson wanted to sleep there. It was like our own little love nest-- our own little love cocoon -- and was perfectly designed for two naked bodies to naturally cuddle up to one another.

Mr. Anderson crawled down into the cubby first. After I clambered down into it, Mr. Anderson had already opened the two porthole widows (one on each side ) and a nice cross breeze blew through the space. I could hear the gentle sound of rain come down on the deck above and on the lake at the same time. The sound was so very pleasant and relaxing. It was just ideal music to put one to sleep by.

Mr. Anderson was already lying on his back. And while I wasn’t nervous , I was a little apprehensive given I had never slept with someone before (except my parents when I was little) let alone a naked man 20 years my senior. 

But my apprehensiveness changed the minute I got situated and laid flat on my back. Mr. Anderson suddenly rolled on top of me and forced his tongue deep into my mouth. 

“Oh God,” I told myself. “Mr. Anderson is laying on top of me like he use to do his wife and it feels so good. His entire naked body is smothering mine! Have I died and gone to heaven? I want him to lie on top of me like this and kiss me forever.”

Mr. Anderson knew right away that I loved what he was doing to me more than anything. I placed my arms around his shoulders and rubbed them ever so softly as he continued to deep french me. While we were tired, we wanted to enjoy each other before we went to sleep. And certainly him laying on top of me like he was... turned me on more than anything. I just couldn’t get enough of Mr. Anderson and he knew it as I squeezed his shoulder blades ever so tightly from time to time.

Then, Mr. Anderson did something that really thrilled me more than anything. He removed his lips from mine and placed his tongue in my ear as he remained on top of me. The feeling of his warm furry chest pressing up against my smooth one combined with his tongue deep in my ear caused me to moan out in deep heated passion that I couldn’t control. I couldn’t believe just how much he was stimulating me.

Things were so hot and heavy, I forgot all about being tired. I just wanted to enjoy the beautiful experience he was treating me to. 

A few moments later, he pulled his tongue out of my ear and said, “Jeffery, wrap your legs around me”. 

Of course I gladly agreed because I wanted to feel as much of his sexy naked body as possible. No sooner did I wrap my legs around his ass and went back to rubbing my hands all over his back when he decided to start sucking on my neck again. He gave me another giant hickey , but I didn’t care. I couldn’t resist him and wanted all of his passion. I figured this was just too special of a night for us to stop now and I wondered how much Mrs. Anderson missed the kind of lustful experience he was treating me to that he had probably done a thousand times to her. 

Once he placed what I was sure was another giant hickey on my neck, he removed his lips, tried to catch his breath and exclaimed, “Oh God Jeffery---you’re getting me so hot---I haven’t felt like this since I was a teenager.” 

Within seconds, he was back to sucking on the right side of my neck. As I rubbed my legs all over his ass and my hands all over his back simultaneously , suddenly I moaned out without realizing it, “Oh, put your dick in me”. 

My joyous request excited Mr. Anderson more than black bear who had just found a barrel full of honey. 

He quickly said, “Jeffery, I’ll be right back, sweet boy”.

I knew without asking he was going up to the cabin to retreat the bottle of baby lotion. It seemed like he was only gone about 20 seconds when he was back kissing me. Gay instinct suddenly took over for I knew exactly what I was supposed to do without him even telling me. Slowly, I parted my lips from his, rolled over on my stomach and spread eagle so that my ass was looking him right in the face.

Within seconds I could feel one of his lubricated fingers enter me. I let out a soft gentle moan to let him know how wonderful it felt. After he twisted his finger around my hole a few times, a second finger entered me followed by a third. 

I knew Mr. Anderson was ready to put his dick in me for yet a second time that night, only this time I really wanted it. I really did! 

Once he climbed aboard me, I could feel him nudge his cockhead up to my opening. He placed his arms underneath mine, his lips on my neck and slowly nudged his cock into my hole. The pain again rocketed through my body. But I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted his dick deep inside me. 

Mr. Anderson once again said as he gasp for air, “Let’s just hold it here for a minute and then you will feel better”, as he starting sucking my neck.

After about 30 seconds, I could feel his dick work its way up my hole. I knew I was giving Mr. Anderson yet another thrill of a lifetime and it was turning me on just as much knowing that we were joined to one another in such a loving way. By now he had placed at least two more hickeys on the left side of my neck as he held his dick firmly in place. 

As he began to slowly pump me, he put his tongue back into my ear. I let out a soft moan of gratification because it felt so phenomenal. I knew it was going to take Mr. Anderson a while to cum because he already blew his load twice already that night...once in my mouth and once in my butt. But I was sure he could cum yet again because I had jacked-off four times one day when I was super horny a few weeks before. 

It was obvious Mr. Anderson was positively enjoying the elegant fuck session we were having. At one point he said, “Gosh Jeffery, we fit each other so perfectly---you feel so good and tight.” 

I didn’t realize how good fucking between two guys actually felt. I had seen plenty of pictures of guys on the Internet taking it up the ass and by their facial expressions, it seemed liked it was rather painful rather than enjoyable. But by now it was actually kind of gratifying and I was hoping that our fuck session would last awhile. So, I softly let out a moan to let Mr. Anderson know that I was enjoying it just as much as he was. 

Mr. Anderson slowly increased his pace until I could hear the crackling sound of his dick sliding in and out of me as a result of the baby lotion. The erotic noise it made really excited me.

It wasn’t but a few minutes later when Mr. Anderson accelerated into high gear and began pumping me as hard as he could. By now both of us were moaning as his hips worked as fast as they could. Mr. Anderson exclaimed out loud, “Oh Jeffery, almost there, I want to cum so bad.”

I spread my legs as far as I could so his cock could get the full sensation of my tight butthole. After about two more minutes, he shoved his hips all the way forward and blew a river of cum straight up my hole. I just remained quite & still as I allowed his body to jolt up & down and fertilize me with all of his salty nectar for yet a second time that night. 

After he caught his breath, he placed his lips on the right side of my neck with his cock still deep inside me and sucked it. Of course I was so turned by this that I pushed my neck up against his mouth to let him know that I wanted him to suck me harder as he remained on top of me. 

When he finally pulled his dick out of me he exclaimed, “Oh Jeffery , that was the hottest sex I ever had--I thought for a moment we were going to catch my new boat of fire,” as a huge smile crossed his face. 

We then decided to take a quick swim and clean ourselves off. When we walked out onto the patio, the soft rain was still coming down. But that didn’t bother us since we were going to get wet anyway. After we jumped in, Mr. Anderson took the bar of soap and rubbed it back and forth over my asshole. I in turn took the bar from him and thoroughly washed his dick.

Once we got out and dried ourselves off, we crawled back in the cubby and talked for about ten minutes before both our eyes started getting heavy. Mr. Anderson gave me a quick kiss on my lips and said, “Come on, we better go to sleep---it almost 4 am”. 

He rolled me on my side and then cuddled up next to me. The touch of his naked body combined with the sound of the rain was so very soothing, it made me sleepy right away.

Once I drifted off to sleep, all I could dream about was Mr. Anderson. It was like his body & soul became intertwined with mine. Not only could I feel him, but it was like I could see images of his beautiful naked body right in front of me. At one point, I dreamed that we got married and that his x-wife was the one who gave me away in front of my family & friends in a huge wedding ceramony on his new houseboat. 

When I first woke up, I didn’t know where the hell I was. All I knew was that I was naked and in a tiny crawl space unlike anything I had ever seen before. It took me about 30 seconds to recall that I was in the ship’s cubby of Mr. Anderson new houseboat and all the sex that had happened between us just a few short hours before. 

I could hear the sound of the rain pouring down from above on the deck and on the lake from the porthole windows Mr. Anderson had opened. I looked over at Mr. Anderson. He was now lying on his stomach with his head on a pillow still fast asleep. 

I decided to get up to see what time it was because I figured we had overslept and it was now too late to fish like we had planned on doing. I was still tired and didn’t feel too good. My ass was sore from the two butt-fuckings Mr. Anderson gave me and I was a little hung over from all the pena colidas we drank.

Just as I walked into the galley, I thought about and couldn’t believe all that had happened in less than a day. “Am I really gay?”, I asked myself. I was feeling kind of ashamed of what happened. “How could I have sucked Mr. Anderson’s dick and let him fuck me not only once, but twice”, I again asked myself. He was, after all, our longtime neighbor and friend, and, Christ, how could I have let myself do what he did to me? 

I was lost looking for answers. I glanced over at the ship’s clock. It was already 10am and we had long overslept our starting fishing time which was normally about 6 am. 

“Geeeze, I need to call my mom,” I said to myself. 

I was supposed to call her just before I headed for home which I figured would be about 10 am. But it was already 10 am and we were still two hours away if we left right then back to our lake houses. 
But then I remembered I was going to stay an extra day. So, I thought I would take a pee first then call and tell my mom I would be home tomorrow morning. 

But then came the shock of my life. When I went into the bathroom to pee, I couldn’t help but notice my reflection in the mirror. All the blood suddenly rushed out of my face and my knees began to shake. I thought I was going throw-up and pee right there. 

Both sides of my neck were utterly black & blue from top to bottom due to all the hickeys Mr. Anderson gave me. Of course in a panic, I tried to rub them off. But I knew my attempt was in vain as I worked my fingers over them hoping desperately that they would vanish into thin air. 

“How the hell could I go home tomorrow morning and let my parents see me like this? What the hell was I supposed to tell them--That a stranger came up to me and beat my neck with a spoon?”, I asked myself. Or should I just tell them that I was attacked by Dracula?

And I sure didn’t want my friends to see me because they would spread rumors the minute school started a week from Monday. 

By now my stomach was in knots. I sat on the pot and relieved myself for almost ten minutes. Boy was my ass really sore when I took a dumb. 

When I finished, I walked out onto the patio deck. The hard rain coming down really soothed my nerves. It was really a beautiful sight looking out across the lake under overcast skies. I didn’t want it to be sunny at that point. I was depressed and I liked the gloom plus the dark cloud cover really kept the temperature down. 

I was going to put on my shorts , but then I decided that I needed to take a swim to both wake me up and relax me. But first I felt I needed to call my mom. No sooner did the phone ring twice when I my mom answered it. I could tell immediately that she was both glad and relieved to hear my voice. 

I couldn’t tell her that I was coming home the next day , so I explained that I was having great time on Mr. Anderson’s new houseboat and wanted to stay at least through the weekend. I mean I wasn’t about to tell my mom that her long time friend and neighbor gave me so many hickeys while he fucked me in the ass on his new boat that I didn’t want anyone to see me because my neck was all black & blue. That was definitely out of the question. 

I could tell my mom missed me even though I had only been gone a day. But she allowed me to stay (thank God )until I was ready to come home. I figured if my hickeys weren’t gone by Monday morning, I would stay an extra day. I told my mom that I loved her and that I would call her every morning so she wouldn’t worry about me. 

After I hung up, it was like I dodged the biggest bullet in the world. I grabbed a bar of soap and jumped in the water. The water instantly made me feel better. I swam around the boat a few times in the pouring rain and then headed over to the landing where we were the night before. Once I stood up on the rock , I soaped my body all over, jumped back into the lake and swam back to the boat. 

After I dried off, I brushed my teeth and then looked in the dryer for my shorts. I put my underwear & shorts back on and then laid on the couch and thought about everything that had happened to me. Once again I didn’t know what to think and I had no answers.

About 20 minutes had gone by when I could hear Mr. Anderson climb out of the cubby area. When he came into the den, he looked at me and I looked at him. He could tell I was kind of standoffish and it was obvious that all the hickeys covering my neck that he gave me weren’t helping matters. 


While I was kind of mad at Mr. Anderson, I couldn’t help but admire his naked body--especially his hairy cock. But in reality, I couldn’t help but admire the rest of his naked sexy body even though I refused to admit it to myself at that point. 

After Mr. Anderson served us both a cup of coffee, he went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Then he sat down next to me on the sofa and asked, “ Are you OK, Jeffery? Do you want talk about last night?”, as he carefully eyed all the hickeys covering my neck. 

I was without words so I just sat there and sipped my coffee. I felt like he had turned me into a full fledged faggot and left his queer markings all over my body. 

After a moment or two, Mr. Anderson tenderly placed his hand on the back of my neck. Even though I wanted to resisted him, I couldn’t. I allowed him to softly rub the back of my neck while I remained perfectly still & quite. But he was already turning me on again. And while I tried to think about kissing a girl and having sex with her, I couldn’t. All I could think about was him. 

About a minute later, Mr. Anderson looked me in the eyes as he rubbed the back of my neck and then pulled me closer to him. The next thing I knew I was kissing & sucking his manly nipples like a bat out of hell. “Oh God, do I love this and can’t stop”, I said to myself.

I was in love with him and could resist his hot sexy naked body. I didn’t want a female, I wanted him. I wanted all of him and I wanted him to myself. “Just the two of us,” I thought to myself as I kissed his nipples back and forth. 

Mr. Anderson laid back so we could both enjoy the moment. Of course by now I was as hard as a rock and my cock was throbbing through my shorts. Mr. Anderson seeing my cock straining leaned back up and unbuttoned my shorts. The next I knew they and my underwear were down to my ankles as Mr. Anderson leaned back again and allowed me to suck & kiss on his nipples as much as I wanted while I stroked his beefy meat.

I was I heaven now and I knew it. I was so hot & horny because I just couldn’t get enough of his sexy body. It was all mine and I was glad I was staying at least through the weekend. I didn’t want to be with my friends. All I wanted was to be with him. In my mind I wished my mom could have seen me and how happy I was now.

Mr. Anderson was so hot and horny too that he grabbed my hand and led me back down to the cubby. The minute we got in, we both knew exactly what to do. He kissed and sucked my nipples a few times before he turned his body around and laid on his side. We were now in the celebrated 69 position which I had heard and read about so many times over the years. 

His beautiful purple cockhead waving right in front of my face was absolutely breathtaking. I kissed it all over for a few moments relishing every part of it. Before I sucked it, I wanted to lick his mannish balls which were so tempting as they dangled right in front of my face. The instant my tongue touched them, they tasted delicious! I licked them all over and even very carefully took one into my mouth. 

It wasn’t but a few seconds later when I placed my lips on his cockhead and slowly took his entire shaft into my mouth. Ever so slowly, I began to suck him as I could feel him begin to suck me at the same time. 

We were in no hurry. We had all day. And the gentle rain coming down made it all that more extraordinary. We both knew it was going to take us a while to get each other off because we had already cum three times in less than twelve hours. But more than anything, sucking a dick while getting sucked at the same time was the pinnacle of all male intimacy. 

While I sucked his dick, I couldn’t help but think about what would happen if my mom could see me now. Would she be happy for me? Would she be sad? Would she be mad? Would she be disappointed? Would she cheer for me and tell me how proud she was. I didn’t know. But I did know as long as I was happy, more than likely she would be happy for me. So I sucked away on his cock with all that much more assurance and fervor.

No sooner could I feel myself begin to cum when suddenly a finger entered my sore hole. Even though it hurt, the thought of knowing Mr. Anderson had a finger in me excited me to the point where my nuts popped suddenly. I immediately focused my attention on sucking his dick knowing that I was filling his mouth with my warm teenage seed. 

Once I had fully unloaded and began to go soft, Mr. Anderson released his lips. The next think I knew I could feel his warm wet tongue licking my wounded hole. It felt so incredibly good as I laid there on my side and continued to suck his delicious dick. Mr. Anderson was certainly giving me an experience of a lifetime and I was delighting in every second of it. 

I began to jack his meat with one hand while I left my lips firmly glued on his cockhead. 

It wasn’t but a few minutes later when Mr. Anderson lifted his hips slightly and I could begin to taste his warm semen fill my mouth. Of course I swallowed every drop of him because I wanted more of his sperm-cells swimming around in my stomach. 

Once his body calmed, I removed my lips from his cock and just laid there. Mr. Anderson removed his tongue from my hole that he had helped to heal and just remained perfectly still as well. We were both still tired from the night before. And within about five minutes, we both drifted off to sleep as we remained laying at opposite ends from one another. 

For the next four days, we fucked, sucked, ate, swam and slept when we wanted to. We had the best time just the two of us. When I got into my jeep and headed off up the hill through the Ozarks on Monday, I looked back and saw Mr. Anderson houseboat from down below on the lake. It was then that I told myself that I was “special” and I was going to tell my mom just as soon as I got home.