(This is a true story)
Lake Weekend
Hi, my name is Stephen. I'm a 22-year-old college guy from Alabama. Let me tell you about my self-first. I am five feet ten inches tall, short brown hair and blue eyes. A seven-inch cut cock, and some pretty nice balls. I am pretty toned, I have been rock climbing for several years now. This story happened about a month or two ago at my parent's lake house in middle Alabama. By the way, I am not a redneck, I grew up in the city and I don't have an accent.
I went out Saturday afternoon, around two o'clock on our jet ski to go check out the local hangouts. I'm speeding down the water and I come to the first of two hangouts the rope swing. There were not too many people there. I jumped off my 'ski into the warm lake water and took a few swings off the rope. Few tricks you know, flips and all. After getting bored I decide to ride down the second hangout, the cliffs.
The cliffs are about thirty-five to forty five minutes away from my lake house and about twenty minutes from the rope swing. So I'm scooting along the water on my jet ski when all of a sudden it started to sputter and it died on me in the middle of the lake. "Fuck me" I said, among a few other choice words and such. After mucking about on the Jet Ski a bit and fiddling with the engine I resolved myself to the fact that it was dead, and I was stranded.
I started to look around to the left and the right and it seemed the shore was about four hundred yards away on both sides. So I pick the sides with the houses, jump off and start swimming towards the houses. I was swimming for about ten minutes when a boat goes speeding by, and before I can say anything or wave him down, he passes me. "Fuck Me!" I said again, along with more choice words. Then I heard something. The boat turned around.
As he pulls up I notice first his really cool wake boarding boat. Then I see the guy driving it. He is about in his mid-30's, medium height but stocky build and tan. "Need a hand?" he said. "Yeah, it died on me. I don't know what's wrong with it". "Here, I'll tow you back to the house, its just right over there" as he points off to the left and tosses me some rope to tie up my jet ski with.
After I have my ski tied up I jump up on the boat and we introduce ourselves. "Hi, I'm David." "Stephen", I replied. He started up the boat and off we went towards his house. As we ride, small talk continues and I find out that he is taking the weekend off from his wife and new baby and was just out doing the same thing I was, seeing what was going on around the lake. We pull up to his immaculate house on the side of a hill, and he is like, "come on up and you can call your parents and have a beer." So up we go. When we get to the top, he's like "you want a cold one, hot day and all?" "Hell yeah, that would hit the spot." So we chill and have a few beers.
I guess we both started to get a bit of a buzz, because we started talking about college and sex stories and I come to find out that he was in a frat when he was in school. I should have guessed. Once I heard that, I knew how the frat boys are where I go to school. So I decide to make a move. I told him I was really thankful for the tow and the beers and said if there was anything I could do to make it up to him, it was cool. ANYTHING, and I brushed my hand on his leg while looking directly at him. He seemed surprised, but accepting at the gesture. Its about that time I got up and did something I never thought I would do, I walked in front of him, knelt down un-zipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock and stuffed it in my mouth. He immediately put his hands on the back of my head and started guiding his cock in and out of my mouth. It grew to its full and nice seven inches and was going deep into my throat. David was just moaning and jabbering away, "oh yeah, suck my cock...God that feels soo good in your mouth. Fuck me, that's good. Yeah..."
I continue to bob on his meat for a few more minutes until I get too horny and ask him, "So you want to fuck me or what?" He seemed a bit taken aback, but was just like, "fuck yes I do!" "Where is some vegetable oil or something in the kitchen I can use?" "Over the sink" He tells me. I get up with the taste of pre-cum still in my mouth and walk in to the kitchen and go over and the get the oil. I dropped my shorts and my cock just sprang free and hard. I poured a little oil on my fingers and started lubing my hole up. God, it already felt good with just my two fingers in my hole. I could not wait to get his cock up there. After I was good and lubed, I walked back outside and he was still sitting where I had left him, only he was totally naked slowly stroking his big cock for me and smiling at me. "You ready for this?" he asked me. "Ha...you ready for me?" I shot back. We both laughed as I walked over and started oiling up his cock. "God, that feels soooo good going down my balls." "Its about to get a lot better" I told him. After he was totally lubed, I turned around and started to settle down on his cock. His head firmly pushed against my ass, and soon invaded its way in with a pop. We both gasped...and I quivered. Slowly I sunk down onto his cock until I could feel his hairy legs touching mine and his balls on my ass.
I slowly started to rise up and down and fuck myself with his cock. It felt soo good, feeling every vein and all of his shaft almost coming out of me and then sitting back down on to it. He started grunting and placed his hands on my hips picking up the pace. Soon enough I was bouncing wildly up and down on his cock with it slamming into my ass and hitting me in just the right spots. After about ten minutes, I told him I want to try something new. He said, "Ok, what ever you want." So I get up and turn around and face him with my legs on either side of his and my hands grabbing the seat back behind his head. He guided his cock back to my hole and I sat down hard and it went in, in one thrust. Both of us cried out in pleasure, "oh fuck!" We picked up the pace again and I was bucking and fucking his cock so hard his balls were slapping, and he was biting and sucking on my nipples. "Yeah, do that...that feels fucking good. Yeah, slam your big cock in my ass...fuck it feels so good."
After riding him for about five minutes my legs started to get kind of tired, but my ass still wanted to get fucked and he was not close. So he tells me, "I want to fuck you." So we get up and he bends me over and I grab the railing looking out on to the lake and I feel him come up behind me. Slowly, but firmly he put his cock back in my fuck hole. He started to fuck me wreak less abandon. He was just slamming his cock in my ass and I was loving it. "Fuck me harder, FUCKING HARDER I SAID!!!" He kept saying things like, "fuck your ass is so tight, fuck yeah, it feels so good I'm going to cum all in your fucking ass and you are going to like it!"
He must have fucked me like that for at least ten minutes and I had been on the edge of cumming the whole time when he told me "I'm about to fucking cum. And I'm going to dump the biggest load of my life in your ass." "yeah, cum in my ass...fucking fill me up with your cum...please fucking fill me up." About a second later he started really slamming me, so much so I had to go on my tip toes and even lifted me up off the ground a bit. I felt his cum start spurting into my hole and it felt like lava on my insides, and it sent me over the edge and I started cumming. "Oh fuck.... I'm cumming," I said, almost in disbelief. I must have shot 7 strings of cum out of my cock while he was still inside of me. A few minutes later, we collapsed back into the chair; my well fucked and filled hole feeling quite nice. Both of us sweaty and tired. "I guess its time I called my parents" I said. "Yeah, I guess so." He agreed.
I hung up the phone with my mom a few minutes later and told him they were on the way. He asked how long it would take. I told him, "about forty-five minutes or so." He smiled at me and nodded to the stairs and I saw his cock twitch. I smiled back and we both headed up stars.
I hope you liked it; it's my first attempt at writing. Let me know what you think and if you want the second half. Like I said, I live in Alabama, so drop me a line, writer1982@hotmail.com. Thanks, later.