Everything's Better When Wet

The midsummer sun beat down on my face which was raised up to it, Chris was behind me, his cock slowly working it's way into my ass, I could also feel the warm water of the lake lap at my thighs...to my right was Andy, his hair soaked, reaching down for my cock, yanking slowly on it, coaxing out the first drops of pre-cum. On the other side of me was Stu, kissing at my neck, while his fingers pinched at my nipples, his own cock rubbing up against my leg, soon hands were playing all over my still wet body, I felt like I was being brought to the edge of madness by the friendly molestation that I was undergoing...

During the summer of 1976, my friends and I frequented a small lake that was off the beaten track, hidden deep in the woods of Southern New Jersey. We had to park the car on a dirt road, and then trek, by foot, a half a mile until we came upon the clearing where the body of water sat bathed in sunshine as no trees surrounded it. This was a magic place, that seemed to be known only to us.

We brought a cooler full of beer and food, some weed and blankets, and a transistor radio which was tuned to a local rock and roll station, and once we got set up, we peeled down to our swim suits.

Chris wore a pair of Speedos, Stu had on a well worn pair of denim cut offs that were so snug the outline of his cock was plainly seen, Andy wore a plain black pair of trunks and I wore an old pair of soccer shorts.

Before we dove in, a bowl was passed around and we all smoked, and then, one by one, the water's surface was smashed as we dove in.

The water in the small lake was as warm as a bath and soon the horseplay began.

Chris swum up behind me and put his arms around my waist and then dragged me down into the water, he held me under for a few seconds and then let go; I popped up coughing out water and before I could say anything, I felt someone tugging at my shorts. The next thing I knew, Andy was holding my shorts in his hand laughing out loud.

"You fucking punk," I chuckled as I dove for him and we fell back into the water. He tried to grab for my balls but missed ... in a matter of seconds we were flaying about in the lake, laughing and taking pot shots at each other ... soon the four of us were going for each other's swimming attire. Somehow, Chris managed to get out of the water and stood on the shoreline for a minute watching the three of us cavort. I caught a glimpse of him, looking so beautiful in front of the cobalt sky ... and then he stripped out of his tights and dived back into the water...

The radio, that was sitting under a tree near the cooler, was playing playing something by Led Zeppelin. Kashmir. It was hypnotic and sexy.

Just then I went back under water and swum over to Stu, I came back up to the surface and he turned and saw me and smiled and we kissed just as a mild wind blew the smell of pine trees and wild roses through the air. While we kissed, I reached under water and undid his cutoffs and tossed them onto the shore line. His cock was rigid and I took it in hand, gave it a tug and then fell to my back and floated away for a second, my eyes blinded by the summer sun...

Now the four of us were naked and I fancied that we looked like that Thomas Eakins painting that hung in the old dusty town library ... how many hours had I spent as a kid transfixed by that very picture?

Buck naked, the four of us climbed out of the water and shared another bowl of dope ... Season of The Witch by Donovan played on the radio as I watched my brothers, so beautiful, so young and so full of life drenched in the summer sun.

After we killed the pipe, we all made our way back to the water. Chris was behind me and he pulled me to the pond's edge and kissed me and then turned me around. The midsummer sun beat down on my face which was raised up to it, Chris was behind me, his cock slowly working it's way into my ass, I could also feel the warm water of the lake lap at my thighs...to my right was Andy, his hair soaked, reaching down for my cock, yanking slowly on it, coaxing out the first drops of pre-cum. On the other side of me was Stu, kissing at my neck, while his fingers pinched at my nipples, his own cock rubbing up against my leg, soon hands were playing all over my still wet body, I felt like I was being brought to the edge of madness by the friendly molestation that I was undergoing.

Chris was in me now, his cock assaulting my hole and I gasped, and just then, Stu bent over and started sucking on my cock, I closed my eyes and moaned in exquisite pleasure ... Andy found my mouth and kissed me, and I brought my arms up to pull him closer to me ... and now the four of us were together, a mass of flesh with one goal.

Somehow we made our way out of the pond to the shore line and a couple of blankets were spread out. I lay flat on my stomach and one by one, the guys took a piece of me. As The Allman Brothers played on the radio, Chris pumped me silly and just before he was about to come, Stu took over, and then Andy followed him. I loved it, that feeling of each one of them fucking me, each in his own distinct fashion.

When Andy was through, I turned over on my back and Stu mounted me, his cock instantly slipping into me and when I looked up at him, his beautiful face somewhat obliterated by the summer sun, I reached for him and pulled him forward, as if I could mesh with him, become one with him.

He fucked me with a purpose, and I was his, lock stock and two smoking barrels!

With each thrust, I yelled out in pain, but at the same time I egged him on for more. Chris and Andy knelt at our sides, stroking their own cocks as they watched me getting fucked, and it turned me on to no end ... when Chris leaned in and gave Stu a passionate kiss, I reached up and gave his nipples a tweak knowing that it what send him over the rainbow and it did.

He cried out, "Mother fucker!" and shot a load into me.

Now it was my turn, and I was gunning for some ass. I grabbed Andy threw him down where I was just laying and climbed onto his back, his ass was so tight and firm and I was so fucking horny that I did not even bother spitting on my cock first. He screamed so loud when I mounted him that it echoed through the woods, but it did not stop me and with Chris and Stu cheering me on, I fucked Andy's ass like a sex crazed wild man ... Stu started playing with my nipples and Chris kissed me deeply and earnestly and that was all I needed to shoot a gallon of cum into the little guy squirming beneath me.

"Take it like a man!" Chris barked at Andy.

And I closed my eyes and let out a deep feral growl as my body was seized by quakes of pleasure, and as soon as I'd come back to earth, Chris took my place and I stood back and watched him fuck Andy ... Stu was at my side now and he kissed me again and we embraced in the hot summer afternoon and once more I smelled the pine and wild roses and, son of a bitch, my cock was growing hard again ... and then I heard Chris let out a howl and knew that he'd just had his orgasm...

The three of us surrounded Andy and each took turns at his throbbing cock, teasing the head of it with our tongues, pinching his nipples, restraining his arms so that he could not move, and finally, Chris lifted him to his knees and Stu and I watched as the little stud jerked his piece until it shot a projectile stream of cum across the grass. Andy threw his head back and screamed again while Chris continued manhandling his nipples...

Exhausted, we broke into the food into the cooler and ate some sandwiches and drank some beer and then relaxed for awhile on the blankets while the transistor radio played on, and finally, we all got back into the lake and it was like a baptism, cooling and healing our sore sated bodies.

And once more I thought of that painting by Thomas Eakins...