KEVIN’S SUMMER VACATION
By: Tickie
(Copyright 2006 by the author)
Editor: Radio Rancher
Re-write editor: Gerry Young

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Chapter 1
The Meeting

It was late in the summer, on one of those gorgeous days that we all enjoy so much. The sun was so hot without a breath of wind. The lake was as smooth as glass, and the tall pine trees stood as straight and still as soldiers standing at attention. This was my first vacation since graduation from high school, two years ago. It brought back many happy memories of the trips we took when my team played football out of town.

I drove up to the office of the resort, parked my pickup, got out, and looked around. 

The sun was just about to set behind the mountains. Small rustic log cabins were scattered here and there through the timber, and I wondered if the resort owned the whole lake. Later, I found out they did. I looked around and noticed the boat docks were empty, and there seemed to be no one on the lake. I walked the short distance to the office to check-in.

As I entered, a young man in his early twenty's asked if he could help me. 
I replied, "Yes; I have a reservation.”

He came over to the counter; picking up a clipboard, he looked at what might be a list and asked, “Your name, sir?” 

“Kevin Baron.”

"Yes, here it is; we’ve tentatively assigned you to Cabin 60. It’s right on the shore of the lake. Would you like that one, or one not so close to the water?” 

“May I see the cabin first?” I asked.

“Sure thing.”

We left the office and headed for the cabin. While walking, the young man asked, “Why did you choose this spot for your vacation?”

“I really enjoy being in the mountains and close to the water. And I like the privacy around here,” I assured him, and then took in a breath of that great pine-scented mountain air.

“I feel the same way. By the way,” he added, “my name is Chris; if you need anything, anything at all,” he emphasized as he raised one eyebrow, “just let me know."

Arriving at the cabin, we entered. I looked around and went over and sat on the double bed, and then checked the bathroom. It looked good – rustic and simple, yet neat and very clean. There was even a little stove in one corner, and a sink just outside the bathroom.  

I noticed the wonderful view of the lake which was only about ten-feet or less, away. A large out-cropping of boulders was on one side, and on the other side was a thicket of white Aspens and Blue Spruce trees; the cabin was truly secluded.

Chris asked, “Is everything satisfactory.”

“It sure is; it’s just fine. I’ll take the cabin.”

Without turning to leave, he said, “You look uncomfortable in those sweaty clothes.”

"Yes, I am. As soon as I get my things from the pick-up, I’m gonna change into something more in tune with your style." He was wearing only a blue swimsuit and a skin-toned sleeveless mesh T-shirt.
 
He asked if I needed help with my things. 

I said, “Sure, why not.” 

Turning, Chris said, “Why don't you just wait here and I’ll bring your gear and the registration form.” 

He then left before I had a chance to reply. I waited almost thirty minutes, doing nothing but looking around at the beauty of the natural setting, and Chris had not yet returned. Finally, I got so impatient, I started for the office, and then met Chris on the trail, coming toward me.
 
"Sorry for the delay,” he said, “but the phone … You know how that is, don't you?"

"Yeah, I sure do. Thought maybe you’d forgotten about me.” He shook his head. “I can take it from here,” I added. 

“No, no. A promise is a promise." Then we both headed back to my cabin.

Chris entered the cabin first and put my gear in the corner. Then he handed me the registration card and asked, "You wanna take just a couple of minutes and fill this out for me?"

I filled out the card and asked, "Are you always this accommodating to all your guests?" 

"Sure, I always try to be helpful."

"How long have you worked here?"

"Two years." 

"What do you do for fun and excitement around here?"

"On my days off I do some fishing, a little swimming, and just goof around."

"How many other people work here at the resort?” I asked 

"There are seven of us." 

I don’t know why, but Chris then started telling me everyone's job. Why, I don’t know, other than, maybe he thought I was being inquisitive, or he at least suspected I’d ask anyway. "Jerry operates the boat docks; Tom takes care of the maintenance around here; Rich is the lifeguard; Susan’s the night clerk; Chad’s the fishing guide; Bill’s the fill-in for the others on their days off; and then there’s me – I’m the manager, and … uhhh … whatever," he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he grinned and winked at me. I could tell he enjoyed his job.

I knew right away that I had made the right choice in coming here for my vacation. 

I asked, “Do all of you do the same things for fun around here?
 
“Most of us do. Yeah. But Jerry’s only seventeen, and still a little shy. He’ll come around one day, though. Soon, I think.” He was looking at me as if he hoped I wanted to take a quick dip in the lake. Then he spoke again, "Why don't you get into your trunks and then we can take a quick dip?" 

"That’s a great idea!” I said. “Let’s do it.”

“I’ll go back and ask Bill to fill-in for me for a while.”

"Sure, why not?"

Chris left the cabin and started up the trail to the office. I just wondered what was on his mind. Who knows, maybe I will find out later. I was ready to change into something more comfortable. I was hot and sticky from the heat, and I really wanted to go for a swim, anyway.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. It was Chris. He called out, “Are you ready, Kevin?” 

"Not yet. Come on in while I change." 

Chris entered the cabin and sat in a chair facing the bathroom. I began removing my shirt, letting him see my bare, but tanned chest. I then glanced at him; he was staring at me, his eyes roaming up and down my body. I kicked my shoes into the corner.
 
Then I slowly started unbuckling my belt, and lowering the zipper. I removed my pants, then, and stood in front of Chris in nothing but my underwear. I noticed he was becoming aroused by the way he kept glancing at my crotch, and by the bulge in his trunks. I then pulled my boxer-shorts off and stood in front of him, completely naked.  

I walked to my bag, opened it, and started rummaging around, looking for my trunks. I thought, ‘This guy might be a lot of fun to screw around with.’ I was thinking he might want to play around a bit as well, so I just let him watch me. I figured the more he saw, the more he might like. I started to put on my trunks.
 
Then Chris said, “Too bad it’s still a little too early or we could go skinny dipping." 

As I finished getting into my trunks, I said, "Let’s get wet!"

We dashed out the door and I was the first one in, and then Chris jumped in. He and I swam and goofed around in the lake until dark. Then he started acting silly and playful. He came toward me, grabbed me around the waist, threw me on my back and we both started horsing around. He reached out and brushed my crotch with his hand. 

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

“That's OK; it felt good,” I replied with as straight a face as I could muster.

“Are you kidding? You like that sort of thing?” he asked.

“Sure; it just didn’t last long enough.”

He then reached out and traced my cock with his fingers, then slipped his hand up the leg hole of my shorts, rubbed my growing hard-on, and gave it a pat or two. 

I asked, “So this is what you meant by goofing around?” He only grinned at me and wiggled his eyebrows. 

I then reached over, slipped my hand under his waistband, grabbed his throbbing tool, and squeezed. He was as hard as a rock, and boy, so was I. 

Then Chris stepped away, and started pulling down his trunks very slowly. Exposing his equipment an inch at a time until the tip sprang into view as his trunks released it. It was hard as a rock, yet soft as a sponge, and pointed straight up; an easy seven inches, it was. Then he tossed his trunks on the beach, grabbed his little monster and started stroking it. 

I said, "Aren't you afraid someone will see you?" 

“No,” he answered matter-of-factly, “if anyone sees us, they’ll probably come and join us!” 
I guessed he’d changed his mind about it being too early in the evening.

“Are you saying that you all do this sort of thing?" 

"Well … no; not everyone.”

Slowly, I began to pull my trunks down.

Chris stopped me and said, "Here, let me do that for you?" He started playing around with my ass and grabbing my member, right through my trunks, rubbing it softly. I returned the favor by grabbing his and stroking it. It was so hot, and rock hard.
 
I was going wild! Chris then grabbed my trunks by the waistband. Smiling, he looked into my eyes, knelt down, and started to remove them ever-so-slowly, until at last my erection popped straight up; the two towers almost looked like twins. After I was able to step out of them, he then tossed my trunks on the beach. There we stood, naked, in knee-deep water, with our throbbing, bouncing cocks pointing at the sky!

My knees buckled with pleasure, as Chris grabbed my prick and started stroking it up and down, faster and faster. All this time, I had been stroking his, just as fast. I was sure the leaking pre-cum made it easier and more exciting for both of us.

Then Chris' hairless chest began to show signs of heavy breathing; about this time I was ready to shoot my load. "Chris … I’m sooo ready to cum."

Chris started pumping me faster and still faster until I said, "Chris, I’m cumming; shiiiiit! I’m cumming!" I shot my load all over his chest. 

It was then that Chris said, "I’m ready, too." He leaned against me and whispered in my ear, "This is gonna be a helluva great two weeks." He shot his load all over my chest, and as soon as he began to recover, he slowly licked me clean.

I told him, “That was fun! Maybe we can do it again – the sooner, the better.”

"Sure, Kevin; maybe we can have a party one night – real soon."

Then he walked over, picked up his swimsuit, put it on, and headed back to the office.

I thought, ‘Whew! What a meeting!’

To be continued…