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Today is a normal summer day not unlike many others. It is a hot,
sunny day in mid-June, with the temperature being in the mid 90's.
Since it is my day off and I have nothing to do, I decide to go to
the lake near my house to sunbathe and take a dip. So I grab my raft
and some suntan oil and head off to the lake.
I arrive a few minutes later, and as usual the lake is quiet. The
lake is behind a subdivision near my home, but not many people even
know it exists -- except for a few people who try to fish in it from
time to time or come for an occasional swim. I undress at the edge of
the lake and smooth on some oil -- not for the protection so much as
the fact that I enjoy the feel of the oil on my skin -- and then I
get on the raft and slowly paddle out about midway in the lake. I
lay on the raft absorbing the soothing rays of the early afternoon
sun, the warmth beating down on my body. It is so quiet that I feel
I could almost go to sleep.

Just as I rolled over onto my back to tan the front of my body, a boy
appears at the edge of the lake carrying a rod and tackle box. I
normally can hear anyone who approaches the lake and have time to
slip into the water if needed or slip to the shore and get some
clothes, but I guess I had drifted off for a minute and hadn't heard
the boy approaching. He didn't say a word to me, but only reached in
his tackle box, withdrew a lure to attach to the end of his rod, and
quietly began fishing in the lake. I pretended at first that I had
not seen him, because I really didn't want to act embarrassed and get
dressed to leave, and I was curious to see what he would do.

A while later I turned back over on my stomach, and then I looked his
way and acknowledged that I saw him. He spoke, acting as if
absolutely nothing were unusual about my nudity. We talked for a
couple of minutes, and then he returned to his fishing. I watched
him some distance away. He appeared to be 18-20 years old, about
5'10" and 160 pounds. He was lean -- but relatively muscular, with
light brown hair. He knew what to wear -- the tee-shirt and jeans
that he was wearing fit close enough to inspire imagination, but not
tight enough to be tacky.

A few minutes passed, and the boy had no luck fishing. He lay down
his pole and walked away from the edge of the lake. He removed his
sweat-soaked shirt to reveal a tanned, well- developed chest, almost
devoid of hair. He sat down and removed his shoes and sat on the
bank for a few moments. Then he stood, unbuttoned his pants and
removed them, placing them carefully on the bank. His body was
beautiful. He had a well-defined butt that looked as good out of the
jeans as it had in them. His thick cock hung limp, and it was quite
clear the he was equipped to handle any situation. He walked into the
edge of the water and then swam out into the lake. After swimming for
a few minutes alone, he swam towards me and began talking again --
still showing no sign of interest in me, just acting as if nudity and
skinny-dipping were the absolute normal thing to do there (which
there are at times).

About a minute or two passed, and he reached for me and began to
caress my buttocks gently. He then probed my body with his hands,
touching every inch of it with his compassionate caress. He reached
for my no rock-hard cock and caressed it, gently at first, then with
increasing intensity. I slid off into the water and gave him the
raft, and then did the same to him. As we caressed on the lake and
exchanged blow jobs, I thought of how this was the most fabulous
sexual experience short of intercourse in my entire life.

As we dressed and parted, he said not a word to me. I know almost
nothing about him, except that he was visiting for the summer and was
not from my area. I have never seen him again, and I don't even know
his full name, but it was a day that I will NEVER forget. Even
today, I wait for another sunny midsummer day that I can go to the
lake and dream...or maybe more...

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This story was found on Alkey's pc in a folder called "Diary" You can think what you want

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IrishAlkey wuz here!!!

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so did he ever catch a fish?

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so did he ever catch a fish?

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This story was found on Alkey's pc in a folder called "Diary" You can think what you want

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it to f-ing hot



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I heard he caught a large mouthed bitch.

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did i say bitch i meant to say bass.must have been thinking about my boss.

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you my friend are a spic which is the equivilent of having gum stuck to your shoe.

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