Haunted

*** 02. The Boathouse.

We casually told our parents that we were going to go for a walk along the shore of the lake and left them to their own devices.
We walked along the water’s edge slowly. He thrust his hands into his pockets and laughed softly.
“What?” I asked.

“I nearly didn’t come out here but I’m glad I did now.” He said with a meaningful look at me. “My folks had planned it and they begged me to join them at the last minute. I’m going to college when school starts and I was busy getting ready for it.”
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“G.W.” He replied. “It’s a great university.”
“What are you going to study?”

“I’m not too sure yet.” He said. “I love painting so I’m sort of leaning towards art, but my father insists that I major in something more practical. Like law.” He laughed. “What he doesn’t seem to realize, is that I don’t think I’m the lawyer type. Besides, I can’t think of anything more boring.”
I laughed as we continued to stroll along slowly.

“I want to do literature.” I said. “I love books and writing and I’m fascinated by the classic authors. I would love to have my own book store and I would love to write some day.”
“That’s cool.” He said and stopped walking. He looked around quickly and then grabbed my hand. “Come.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, my excitement mounting steadily.

“The boathouse.” He replied. “Haven’t you been there?”
“No, not yet.” I said shortly.
“It’s neat. You’ll see.”

The warmth of his hand on mine was having an incredible effect on me. My heart started to race with excitement and my cock started to throb painfully in my shorts. He stopped walking and spun around to face me so suddenly that I nearly walked into him.
“I don’t know about you,” he whispered huskily, “but I’m so fucking hard, it’s killing me.”

“You and me both.” I replied, my voice thick with desire.

“Feel.” He said and he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I trembled at the feel of his long, hard shaft under the fabric of his shorts. He moaned softly and thrust his hips forward slightly as I gently squeezed his cock.
“Oh wow!” I whispered. He reached his hand out and fondled my throbbing groin. He grinned wickedly as his hand explored every inch of my crotch. I moved my hand down a little and fondled his heavy balls.
“Yeah!” He said. “Wow!”

He leaned forward and his lips covered mine. His kiss was quick and hard and left me a little breathless.
“Come on,” I gasped, “what are we waiting for? Let’s go.”

He laughed. “You do know that the anticipation of something is just as exciting.” He said. He gave my cock a squeeze and released me.
“Yeah, I know and it’s driving me crazy right now.” I admitted.

“Kiss me again.” He whispered. I released his warm balls reluctantly and reached up, put my hand behind his neck and pulled him to me. I covered his mouth with mine and kissed him, my tongue explored his mouth slowly and he moaned softly. I drew back and he sighed.
“Wow!” He whispered. “You’re a good kisser. More like that and I’ll come in my pants!”

“For God’s sake!” I whispered. “I can’t wait anymore, let’s go!”
He laughed and started walking again, now a little faster than before.

We arrived at the darkened boathouse and he led me inside. He flicked a switch at the door and low wattage lights flickered on and lit the interior softly. I walked forward to the edge of the dock and looked around. The place was huge, with a high ceiling. The double doors over the water at the far end were closed. The water was surrounded on three sides by wide wooden platforms. A couple of boats were tied down securely and they gently rose and fell with the slight swell.

“You’re right, it is neat.” I said and turned to face him. He was still standing near the door, staring at me.
“Yeah!” He whispered and then he turned and shut the door firmly. He slowly came towards me, his eyes glowing in the soft light.
“I have to tell you that you are so incredibly hot.” He whispered. “I’m a push over for blonds. Especially tall blonds with green eyes.”

“Thanks.” I breathed. “You’re . . !”

He never let me finish. He was all over me. He grabbed me and pulled me to him. His lips found mine quickly and his tongue invaded my mouth wetly. I threw my arms around him and pulled him tight against me. He pushed me backwards and my back slammed into the wall with a thump. His breathing was fast and ragged as he kissed me and his hands went down to my butt and gripped my cheeks forcefully and pulled my hips against his bulging groin.

He ground his hips against mine and the heat of him was intoxicating. I ran my hands down his back and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and dragged it up his body. He released me long enough to throw it off as I pulled mine over my head and tossed it aside. Then his mouth was on mine again and his hands were on my body. He ran them up my sides and down again, slipped them under the waistband of my shorts and slid them around onto my bare ass cheeks.

He held my groin tightly against his and massaged my butt roughly. The heat of his crotch burned into me. I clawed at his back and held him hard against me. He shuddered and moaned softly, delighting in our kiss. I reached down between us and fondled his hot package. He writhed against me and he dropped his hand down and massaged my crotch firmly. Then I found the button on his waistband and undid it quickly.

I ran the zipper down and pushed his cut-offs down his thighs. My shorts had an elastic waist so it was an easy matter for him to slide them down my legs quickly. He released me and stepped back. He looked me up and down carefully, his eyes glazed with desire.
“Wow!” He said breathlessly. “You’re really something.”

My eyes ran over his incredible tight and muscular body; his broad chest, nicely covered with fine brown hair and his flat, rigid abdominals with a dark trail of hair leading down to the waist of his under-shorts. That little trail of hair had my dick leaking in a second, the moisture spreading across the front of my under-shorts quickly, staining them dark.

“Don’t under-rate yourself.” I said. “You’re awesome. I love hairy guys.”

He reached out and his hand fondled my underwear covered crotch. “Wow!” He said again with a grin. “Feels like you’ve got a really great cock and, oh man . . you’re so fucking wet!”

I nodded dumbly because his hand was doing unbelievable things to my groin and my breathing. He hooked his fingers in my waistband and slid my under-shorts down. My pulsing, very wet seven and a half inch cock sprang up, sending a viscous string of pre-come flying up across his naked belly.

“Oh God!” He whispered. “That is so hot!”

He wiped his fingers across his belly and stuck them into his mouth and sucked my juices off them. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait any longer. I gripped the waistband of his under-shorts and tore them down his legs. His shaft jumped up, hard, cut and throbbing. He groaned as I gripped it in my fist and pulled up on it.

He was as wet as me and as I watched, a large globule of clear syrup oozed out of his magnificent seven and a halfer, ran over my hand and slowly dropped to the floor, stretching out into a long thin thread until it broke free and landed with a soft splat. I shuddered with excitement as I licked the back of my hand. He tasted sweet and slippery.

He moved closer to me and his arms went around me and pulled me to him. I gripped his head in my hands and kissed him open mouthed. He groaned as our tongues writhed against one another. He ground his body against mine and our cocks slid one against the other wetly. He dropped his hands to my naked butt and kneaded my ass cheeks firmly. He pressed a finger against my man-hole and caressed it slowly. I pulled away from his demanding mouth, my breathing fast and ragged.

“Oh God . . !” I gasped, excited beyond reason.

He ran his hands up my back and then down again and settled them on my hips. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me and took my hot, pulsing shaft into his mouth. I shuddered and fell back against the wall as he slid his mouth down the length of me and nuzzled his nose in my pubic hair. Then he pulled off and looked up at me.

“I’m so glad you’re cut.” He gasped. “I’m not partial to sucking uncut dick.”
“Me neither.” I whispered. “Let’s get comfortable. I want to suck yours too.”

In one of the boats, we found a thick counterpane, which we spread on the floor. We lay on it and in seconds we were feasting on one another’s steely shafts. His cock was incredible. Long, thick and heavily veined; it oozed copious amounts of pre-come which I lapped up hungrily. I knew that he was getting an abundance of it from me; I was a gusher and once it started to flow, it just never quit.

I released his cock and moved my mouth over his heavy balls. He moaned around my shaft as I sucked them into my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. He let my dick go and nuzzled my balls with his nose. I spread my legs as he ran his tongue over and under my balls. He nipped gently at the soft skin of my sac and I shuddered uncontrollably. Then he slid his mouth back up my shaft and then sucked it deep into his mouth. I went back to his amazing cock and gave him the full treatment.

It didn’t take long for either of us to reach bursting point. “Donovan,” I gasped. “I’m going to come . . !” He slipped his mouth off me.
“Come in my mouth.” He whispered huskily. “I love that.”

He slid his mouth back onto me and worked at my shaft with his tongue and lips. I felt the all too familiar build up of pressure deep in my groin and knew that I was very close. I slid my mouth up and down his incredibly hard cock and suddenly it started to pulse crazily and he groaned out loud as he thrust his hips hard into my face. Then I felt the hot flood of his warm juice in my mouth. I sucked his cock deep into my mouth and I felt his hot spurts hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it greedily with little moans of pleasure. He tasted glorious, hot and creamy with a slight hint of lemon.

He groaned loudly again as his hips juddered against my face and then I exploded, letting loose stream after stream into his mouth. My hips spasmed as he sucked on me hungrily until he had taken every last drop from me. Then he released me and fell back on the floor gasping. I reluctantly pulled off his cock and swung around and lay facing him. He rolled onto his side to face me and sighed. Then he kissed me gently and I could taste my own juices on his tongue.

“God!” He breathed. “That was unbelievable.” He cupped my balls and gently fondled them. I wrapped my hand around his wilting cock and caressed it slowly.
“Yeah.” I gasped. “The best ever.”
“Really?” He asked with a grin.
“Yeah, really.” I said. “I’ve had quite a few blow-jobs but nothing as intense as that.”

“Likewise.” He sighed. We lay next to each-other in silence for a few minutes and then he rolled on top of me, ground his pelvis into mine and kissed me deeply. I felt his cock jump and spasm against mine and in seconds we were both hard and wet again. He drew back and looked into my eyes.
“I want to fuck you.” He whispered. “I’ve been dying to fuck you since we met.”

Like you said, if you want it, you go for it; so knock yourself out!” I replied. He smiled and slid down my body and spread my thighs apart and up. Then I felt his wet, hot mouth on my man-hole. and I jumped at the thrill of it and groaned softly. He kissed me and then his tongue wriggled against me and slowly slid in. I gasped and writhed at the pleasure of it. He worked at me with his fingers and mouth and in minutes I was stretched open, ready for him.

He got onto his spread knees between my thighs and bent his dripping cock down and slid the head of it into me easily. The pain was sharp but very brief before the pleasure of it overwhelmed me. He sank down onto me and propped himself over me, his elbows either side of my head. He thrust his hips down into me and his shaft impaled me to its root. He moaned softly and then started moving gently. I locked my ankles behind his back and wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me deeply as he thrust into me.

“Harder . . !” I gasped. “Fuck me harder!”

His rhythm built quickly until he was pounding himself hard into me. I moaned as I felt his cock smack into my prostate ruthlessly. Suddenly, without warning, my hips spasmed and I arched up into him. He pushed himself up onto his arms quickly and watched as my cock let loose flying milky streams which sprayed over us in long sticky strands. Then he gasped and pulled out of me quickly. He knelt upright and gripped his throbbing cock in his fist.

He thrust his hips forward over me and without even stroking himself, he came, the long threads of his juices laying themselves over my body and face. In all, I counted eight strong shots before they dwindled to dribbles. With a final thrust of his hips, he squeezed the last drop out with his hand and I watched as it dropped onto my balls wetly. Then he slowly sank down on top of me, our combined juices smearing silkily between our bodies.

He sighed softly and kissed me tenderly, his eyes dark and content.
“I’m going to be up front again and tell you that I’ve never had my cock sucked so good and that you’ve got to be the best damn butt-fuck I’ve ever had.” He said. I laughed delightedly.
“I’ve never had better myself.” I said. “And I love it that you talk dirty, I find it kind of hot.”

He laughed. “Just my kind of guy.” He said. “Likes to suck cock and swallows, likes to be fucked hard and likes to talk dirty. What more could a man want?”

Later, we went out into the night naked and washed our combined juices off our bodies in the lake. Then we dressed and slowly walked back to the cabin. When we got back, our parents were still in deep discussion. I realized with amazement, that we had been gone for only about an hour. We flopped down onto the grass and lay there contentedly, looking up at the stars.

As I watched Orion’s belt twinkling above me, I realized that I was already a little in love with Donovan and I knew that it would not take much more to make me fall madly for him. I knew, deep down that I had found a soul mate and I wondered how and what he was feeling. I rolled my head slightly and looked at him. He was watching me carefully, a small smile on his lips. He sighed softly and then nodded, almost as if he knew what I was thinking. Then he winked at me saucily and grinned. He leaned closer to me.

“I think you are amazing.” He said softly. “And so cute.”
“Thanks. You’re pretty incredible too.” I smiled.
“Just you wait until tomorrow.” He whispered so softly that I nearly didn’t hear him. “I’m going to let you have the fuck of your life.”

I grinned into his startling eyes.
“Well, I hope that it’ll be the fuck of your life too!” I replied.
“I’m sure it will be.” He said. “Can’t wait!”