Summer Fever

felt so right.
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    I dove under the water, feeling that sense of ultimate cleansing that you can’t get in a shower. When I surfaced I pulled myself up on the dock and crossed my legs, sitting there naked. I shivered, but I wasn’t ready to go in yet. My mind was blank; I just drank in the loveliness of the night.
    My hand went to my dick and I stroked myself off thinking about my encounter with that hot cop. Then I went inside and went to sleep.

    REFLECTIONS off the lake danced on the ceiling when I opened my eyes.
    My mom painted everything white at the lake house except the floors.
    Those she painted sky blue. She said it made her happy.
    I was in the room I had shared with my brother. He hated the white curtains and got her to make ones with cowboys and horses. The only other color in the room was a blue afghan on his narrow bed, and a red one on mine.
    The languorous feeling of wellbeing was nice. I stretched and stayed in bed, listening to the muted laughter of people enjoying the lake. The creak of oars on a rowboat was so familiar and yet so different from the sounds of the city.
    Eventually I got up and made myself breakfast. After I washed the dishes, I went out onto the dock. The trees were close around the house, providing almost continuous shade, so if you wanted to sit in the sun, you had to go down to the dock. I thought later I might take a canoe out, but right now, I just wanted to sit and be.
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    a thought for what the sun was doing to my skin. Now, as a gay man with an active social life, I didn’t want to ruin my chances by acquiring unnecessary sun damage and wrinkles.
    I took my sunglasses, a book, and a bottle of water down to the dock even though I was sure I wouldn’t be doing a lot of reading. I sat at the end dangling my feet in the water. The lake was so clear I could see all the pebbles at the bottom through the moving water.

    WHEN I woke up, I was laying face down, my cock hard and trapped between the wood and my body, grinding myself into the dock. I smacked my mouth a couple of times and sat up, sure that I had the grain of the wooden dock imprinted on my cheek.
    I felt warm and heavy with sleep, a good feeling.
    My erection went down when I heard the slam of a car door. Who could be here? The road led only to our lake house, so unless someone got lost, they had no business here.
    I walked through the house to the front door in time to hear a knock.
    When I opened the door, you could have knocked me over with a feather.
    There he stood, dressing-left Officer Russ Seavers, with a big grin, holding a bunch of wildflowers in one hand and a six-pack in the other.
    “How did you find me?” I asked stupidly.
    He laughed. “I know your last name. Andrews cottage on Bluebird Lane.”
    I chuckled self-consciously, thinking about the dock imprint on my face, and stood back. “Come in.”
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    He stepped inside and I shut the door – then I shoved him back against it. His face changed, his mouth hanging open in shock as my hand went to his belt buckle. He was handicapped because he had come bearing gifts, which I used to my advantage. I was down on my knees before he let out a yelp, yanking his pants down to his knees.
    His cock was half-hard when I sucked it in. I’ve always loved feeling a man get hard in my mouth, it’s such a rush of power. I held one of his hips steady while I found his balls and tumbled them between my fingers.
    He tasted faintly salty and smelled of soap and musk. The drops of precum were a little bitter with an undertone of sweetness. I hummed happily around his cock, enjoying the hardness that filled my mouth. I flattened my tongue and pressed it under the ridge of the head, reveling in the surge of his hips as he thrust into my mouth with short jerky strokes as if he’d already lost all control.
    I could tell he was close; his balls were tight and full in my palm, drawing up to his body. I could feel his thighs tremble and sucked harder, letting my lips drag along his length. He gasped and bent over me, filling my mouth suddenly with his cum. I swallowed what I could, but some of it overflowed, and I wiped it off with my hand.
    He groaned and straightened up,