Mr. Anderson's New Houseboat, Part II

After out hot sexual encounter Mr. Anderson’s remarked that we should take another late-night dip in the lake. Only this time he suggested that we skinny-dip. I had never swam naked before, but I had heard over the years that skinny dipping felt great. And after getting fucked in the ass and losing my virginity, going skinny dipping with him seemed rather tame by comparison. So, of course, I agreed. And besides both our bodies were spotted with baby lotion and cum that needed to be washed off.

Mr. Anderson quickly refilled our glasses with more pena colada and placed them on the second from bottom steps of the ladder at the back of the boat so we could swim up later and sip them while we relaxed in the water.

Then we both looked at one another, embraced, gave each other a quick kiss and dove in. The water felt better than ever because I didn’t have any cumbersome shorts on. The refreshing drench encompassing all of my naked body felt so incredibly majestic. I could have swam naked forever.

We dog-paddled around his boat three times before we headed over to the ladder so we could rest and sip our drinks. By now it was almost one o’clock in the morning. The moon was straight above us and we could see each other perfectly in the soft glow of the moonlight as we held onto the ladder at looked each other in the eyes.

I remarked, “We couldn’t have picked a better night for a swim.”

He quickly replied, “You bet--and what’s so nice is that it’s just the two of us”, as he leaned over with love in his eyes and kissed my lips.

It was kind of moving looking at Mr. Anderson knowing that I had his sperm-cells swimming around inside my body and my sperm-cells swimming around in his. I think it made me feel all that much closer to him because after all --a part of him was now inside me and a part of me was now inside of him.

Mr. Anderson the said in a cheerful tone, “God Jeffery , I still can’t believe what has happened between us--I’m the luckiest man in the world”.

This time I got even more bolder and replied, “Well I think I am the luckiest guy in the world too , to be with you like this”.

My comment floored him. He moved closer to me and inserted his tongue deep into my mouth. I closed my eyes for I wanted to enjoy every second of it.

One thing I liked about Mr. Anderson more than anything was that he always treated me as if we were equals which I guess is the reason why I always admired and felt comfortable around him so much. Certainly I felt a closeness to him by far, far more than any of my other parent’s friends even before our lustful encounter that evening.

For the next 20 minutes or so , we just hung out around the ladder and sipped our drinks. At one point he grabbed my cock which I knew was his prized position and exclaimed with a smile on his face, “Gosh Jeffery, I just can’t get over how big you are”, while he fondled it.

As we remained fully submerged except for our heads, I could feel my cock began to grow in his hand. Of course Mr. Anderson really got turned on feeling my sausage expand. No sooner did he stroke my cock a few times when I reached over with my hand and grabbed his. He was already rock hard. I guess feeling my cock growing definitely made his cock grow and so we were both super stiff.

While holding Mr. Anderson’s cock in my hand, I felt a certain devotion towards it given it was the tool that was used to pop my cherry. I kind of felt like his cock now belonged to me in a very special way--and I guess it did. But at the same time, I felt sorry for Mrs. Anderson knowing that it didn’t belong to her anymore --and I bet she really missed it. “Who wouldn’t?”, I asked myself.

He gave me a quick kiss and told me he would be right back. When he climbed up the ladder, I couldn’t help but admire his entire wet naked body. I also thought to myself how much Mrs. Anderson must have missed looking at him without his clothes on. But I was sure glad that he was now in love with me because I had already fallen in love with him even though I would have never admitted it.

It wasn’t but about a minute later when he climbed back down and into water. Only this time he held a bar of soap in his hand. He looked at me, gave me a quick kiss and said, “Come on-- let’s swim over to the shore and soap ourselves...I want soap your body all up.”

Before I could say a word, he handed me the bar of soap and very gently grabbed me from behind. He placed one arm firmly under my arms and around my chest (lifeguard style) and we kicked our feet off from the side of the boat to help shove us off.

It felt so wonderful to be held by him as our naked bodies glided across the temperate water to the small landing area about 80 yards away. There was no beach for the water was deep ( like 30 feet) right up to the rocky shoreline. I kicked my feet in the water to help keep us afloat as he paddled with one arm while he held me by his other. Every thirty seconds or so he would give me a quick kiss on my cheek and at one point said, “Jeffery, I just can’t get enough of you.”

When we reached the shore, we stood up on a giant rock that was slightly submerged in the water. He took the bar of soap from my hand and washed my entire body. His soapy hands felt so good as he worked the bar under my arms-- then all over my chest--all over my penis & testicles--down my legs--into my ass and finally up my back side. When he finished, I jumped back in the water and rinsed the suds off. By the time I swam back up to the rock, He had soaped himself up and jumped back in too. We swam around for a few minutes then rested back on the rock.

Mr. Anderson then climbed up the rock until he stood firmly on the shoreline. He bent over, held his hand out and helped me out of the water until I stood on firm ground with him. It felt kind of scary but also exciting to be standing right up along the side of the woods completely naked. A light breeze blew over our bodies which sort of chilled me. Seeing me shiver, he wrapped his arms around me and rubbed by back solidly to warm me up.

Before I knew it, not only was he rubbing my back, but my butt too. I told him just before I placed my chin on his shoulder that he could rub me like that forever cause it felt so good.

Mr. Anderson laughingly replied, “We’ll I just might, cause I love you so much.”

As we stood there fully embraced while he rubbed my back and butt while I rested my chin on his shoulder, I couldn’t help but think about all that had happened to me in just the past few hours.

I had fallen in love with another male and not only did I give up my virginity to him, but now we were doing something really unusual by standing on the shoreline of our favorite fishing spot completely naked while he held me tightly in his arms in the middle of the night.

“If my mom could only see me now, I think she would flip out” , I told myself. But then again I wondered why she always worried about me so much. Maybe she instinctively did in fact know that I was “special” and not meant to lead a normal life like the rest of my brothers and sisters were going to do. Therefore, maybe that explained why she worried about me far more than she did her other children. Maybe she felt that something like this would happen to me one day and wondered how I would handle it. Or maybe she felt because of my good looks, people with not the best intentions in this world would want to latch onto and take advantage of me.

While these thoughts raced across my mind, what I did know is that my mom cared deeply that I was happy in life...cause she always use to tell me that.

I wondered if she knew how happy I would be if I could be who I really was now that I had fallen in love and lost my virginity to another male. But how in the hell would she and my dad ever understand that I had fallen in love with their long time neighbor and friend who was 20 years my senior? Well, I didn’t want to worry about what might happen down the road. I just wanted to enjoy the moment and the evening with the man I loved.

After a few minutes of this wonderful TLC, his strong hands really warmed me up. Both our bodies at that point were beginning to dry anyway from the light breeze that was now kicking up.

He put his arm around my shoulder and we both looked out across the pond so we could admire the grandeur of his new houseboat which was all lit up.

He said, “Come on Jeffery --here’s a path---let’s go for a little walk together before we get back into the water”.

Before I could say a word, he interlocked his finders with mine and led the way down the path into the thick cover of the trees. We could see pretty good because the moonlight was so bright. It felt really exciting and erotic to be walking in the great outdoors completely naked with him. I kind of felt like we were in the garden of Adam & Eve only Mr. Anderson and I were instead in the garden of Adam & Steve.

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. We had to be careful 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 his face, he said that we would go to the marina the next day and get some lanterns & flashlights for the cave was really dark inside.

I could tell he 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. 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.”