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

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Chapter 2
 The Fishing Trip

After that first night with Chris, I felt great. I got up and took a quick dip in the lake. Boy, was it cold! I headed for the office to find Chris and to see what kind of trouble I could get into. 

Seeing him as I entered, I said, "Hi, how was your night?" 

"OK." 

I saw a sign that read, ‘Guided Fishing Trips,’ so I asked, “How much for those?” as I pointed to the sign.

“The boat won’t cost you anything; I’ll take care of that. All you need to do is pay Chad, our fishing guide, for his time.” 

"Thanks, Chris; now, how can I find him this time of day? I wanna get in some early fishing." 

“He should be down at the docks by now.”

“OK, I’ll see you later.” Then I started out the door. 

Chris yelled, “Hey, Kevin! How about tonight? OK if I stop by?” 

I waved back with a smile of anticipation, saying, “Sure, Anytime!”

As I approached the docks, I saw Jerry helping another guest with his boat. I waited for him to get free. While waiting, I noticed that Chris was right about him; great looks, nice tan, and, he seemed a bit quiet, and reluctant to speak out. He was about five-feet-ten with light brown hair, and he looked more like fifteen than seventeen. 

Jerry came over and said, "What can I do for you, Kevin?" 

Surprised, I said, "How’d you know my name?" 

“Oh, that’s easy; Chris told me all about you.”

"All good things, I hope." 

“Oh, yes!” he replied. “All good!”

“Well, Jerry, I wanna go fishing, right now, if we can, and Chris told me that I could find Chad down here.” 

“Wait here. I’ll go find him for you. You can take boat seven. It’s right down there.” He pointed to the end of the dock. “That's Chad's boat.”

I went down, climbed in the boat, and waited for Chad. I looked up and saw Jerry and another guy coming onto the dock. I thought, ‘That couldn’t be Chad, could it?’

Jerry stopped at the boathouse and the other guy came up to me with his hand outstretched. He said, “Hi, Kevin. I’m Chad; I hear you want to go out and catch some big ones?”

"I sure do; take me to them!" I grinned broadly at him.

Chad got in and started untying the boat-line. He said, “Kevin, how about giving us a push-off?”

I took an oar, and pushed us away from the dock while Chad started the motor. Away we went across the lake. I sat there doing nothing but just taking in the sights.

Then Chad said; “Well, Kevin, the big ones are way back in the north cove; we should be there in about five minutes or so. The black rod is all ready, so go ahead and use it if you’d like.””

"How’d you know my name? Did Jerry tell you?" I asked. 

“Oh, no,” he shook his head. “Well … yes he did, but I knew it last night. Ya see -- Chris and I sleep in the same cabin, and we talked about you.”

I thought about that for a bit and then asked, “How old are you, Chad, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“No, of course not. I’m eighteen; why?”

“I was thinking younger. You just don’t look that old!” He just smiled.

By this time, we were just entering the cove. Chad said, "You can start fishing anytime, now." I picked up the rod, and cast the line out.
 
Time passed. An hour or two later, we only had two fish in the cooler. Then … thud! The boat jerked. It felt like we hit something. I turned around to see what was happening.  

To my surprise, I saw Chad's naked ass enter the water. By the time I noticed anything, he had undressed and jumped in for a swim. He swam up to the side of the boat and asked if I wanted to join him.  
I said, "I didn't bring a suit.”

“What do you need a suit for? No one ever uses them up here!" 

“What if someone sees us?” 

“You got something to hide? I don’t think so!” he said, staring at my crotch. Then he looked me in the eyes and laughed. Ohhh, he had a wonderful musical laugh. I loved hearing it. “You little fucker,” I teased back; “you just wanted to come up here and play! Didn’t ya?” I couldn’t help but giggle, myself.

“Sure! Why not?” He smiled again. “From what I heard last night, you kinda enjoy that sort of thing.”

I started taking off my clothes; I wasn’t about to argue with him since, of course, he was quite right. I did enjoy that sort of thing.  

As I stripped down to my boxers, Chad climbed back in the boat, behind me. I leaned over the seat to put my clothes in a dry safe place, and he took the opportunity to reach out and pull my shorts down.  

"Can't you wait for me to do that?" I giggled.

"No! I don’t think I can." 

Just then, I felt Chad's strong hands grab my waist, then one quick pull later, and, SPLASH! We both ended up in the drink. The lake was cool, but it felt wonderful.
 
After a little horsing around, I swam back to the boat and was resting my arms across the side. He swam around behind me, gripped my waist, and pulled me up against his hard piston. His cock jammed up against my ass. I said, "God, that feels hard."

"It is!" 

Suddenly, but slowly, I felt him enter, until he was in me to the hilt. How he kept a hard-on in the cool water, I’ll never know, but he started fucking me right then and there. I just stood there, in chest-deep water, slightly leaning into the boat, enjoying the action, while Chad pumped away. 

I asked him, “What’s the hurry? Take it slow. Enjoy it … I sure am!” 

I told him that his turn was coming. Chad reached around my waist, grabbed my now rock hard probe (In the heat of the moment, I, too, had certainly forgotten all about the coolness of the water), and started stroking it with the same motion he was using to fuck me.

I told him that I really enjoyed it when someone played with my belly button. I said, “It gets me horny as hell, very quickly. So Chad put his left arm around me and poked his finger in my stomach, feeling for the hole, (yeah, it’s an inney) while, all the time, he kept up the action on my asshole.

Deep inside, I was starting to feel that well-known thrill. 

Chad said, "I guess Chris was right. Oh shit, I’m about ready to cum; shit, I AM cummingggg, and cuming!”

I felt his hot man-juice shoot up my ass. That triggered my own creamery. I let out a deep groan and started to shoot my dairy product, right there into the lake. My God, it felt good.

We stayed locked together for a few minutes, to catch our breaths. Then Chad pulled out and I turned around to face him. I grabbed him in an embrace, and gave him a kiss he wouldn’t soon forget and neither would I.

Then we got back in the boat. I started to reach for my clothes.

Chad said. "What are you doing? You finished for the day?" 

“No, of course not; I just don't want to get sunburned out here in this blazing sun.” 

“Oh, OK; I’ll pull the boat over to that shady beach.” He pointed to the west side of the lake. 

We moved and beached the boat. Before stepping out, Chad reached under the seat, and pulled out a blanket; then he spread it out on the white sandy beach. The blanket was rather small. 

I asked, “Chad, do you have another one?”

"No, come on over here and share this one with me.”

"OK," I said. I didn’t see any reason not to. We both lay down, so close to each other that our warm skin touched. Chad fell asleep and then I dropped off. When I woke up, Chad was still sleeping. I had a major hardon. So I rolled Chad over and gently slid my throbbing rod into his hot, moist hole. He woke up, smiling broadly. I said, "I told you your turn was coming.”

Chad laughed and said, "I want to suck you off."

I hopped off of him, and lay on my back while Chad got into a 69 position above me. I began sucking that big sausage hanging off his groin; he was hot and hard. He reached for my throbbing meat. The tip was purple with excitement, and he pulled it to his mouth, sucking it with all he had.

I felt him sticking the tip of his tongue in the pee hole, and I just went nuts. I did the same to Chad's. He jumped with excitement, and then we both rolled over onto our sides. He reached down and fingered my belly button again. I was in heaven. As he did that, his other hand grabbed my balls, stroking them gently. I did the same thing to him. He said he’d never had anyone play with his belly button before, and he seemed to enjoy it.

We both kept sucking. Chad was sucking so hard I felt as if my insides were gonna come out the tip of my cock. He said, "Kevin, let’s get back in the water and do this." 

So we went back down to the lake and started again.

We played with each other's nut sacks, sucked each other’s penises, fingered each other’s belly buttons. We had a ball … or two or three or four!

I started to feel that pressure building again. I said, “Chad, I'm gonna cum soon. Oh hell! I’m here; God, is it great, oh, shit! I’m cumming.” There was a huge jet of creamy juice bursting from me and I almost fainted.

Chad withdrew from my hot, jerking rod and said, "Me, too; oh, shit, you taste good."

Then we both relaxed and came back down from our sexy high for a minute or so. 

He said, "Man, I never shot a load like that before. It’s the belly button trick. I’ll have to tell the others about it." 

“What others?” I asked.

He laughed and said, "Well, I do share a cabin with Chris, don't I? And I'm still trying to make it with Jerry; always looking for some new action, ya know?.” A few moments later, he added, “It’s time we started back.” 

So, we got back in the boat, and off we went. As we arrived at the dock, Chris was waiting and said, "How’d you two make out?" 

Chad answered, "Caught two fish; one, seven inches, and another, eight inches." Chris smiled and winked at me.

My fishing trip had turned out great, and I headed back to my cabin.

To be continued...