Summer Fever

looking down at me with a startled expression. I held onto his hip to keep him steady, but jacked myself off using a little of his cum for lubrication. There’s that moment when you can almost hold off and it’s almost painful until you surrender. I teetered on the edge to enjoy it and then I let go, splattering over the floor and his shoes.
    “You sure know how to say hello,” he murmured.
    I gave a shaky laugh. He was standing there with his shirt in perfect order, his pants around his ankles, still holding the flowers and the beer.
    “It was the least I could do.”
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    “Why? Because you promised me a blowjob last night?”
    “The offerings,” I said, nodding to the beer. I didn’t know what to make of the flowers. Only one man had ever brought me flowers and the less I said about him, the better.
    “I would volunteer to do the welcome wagon thing more often if I knew I was going to get that kind of reception,” Russ said a bit more enthusiastically as he recovered. He shifted the flowers to the hand with the beer and helped me up.
    I zipped myself up and dusted off my knees. “Let me get the beer in the fridge.”
    “And put these in some water.”
    “Uh, yeah.”
    “Are you allergic?” he demanded.
    “No, why?”
    “Didn’t anyone ever bring you flowers before?” I lied. “Nope, never have.”
    “It’s just a gesture,” he said a little defensively. “It’s not like I think of you as a girl.”
    “How many girls do you know who can suck cock like I can?”
    “I don’t know, I’ve never dated a girl.” Russ followed me into the kitchen after he pulled his pants up and zipped up.
    I got a paper towel and wiped my cum up off the floor. “Want to wash your sneakers? We got a washer.”
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    “That’s okay, I’ll keep it to remember you by,” he said with a leer. “I guess it’s a little late to ask if I’m interrupting anything …”
    “No, I was just sitting on the dock.”
    “I can do that.”
    “You off work today?”
    “Yeah. Thought I’d come by and see if you found the place okay.” I turned away and filled a mason jar with water, sticking the bunch of flowers in unceremoniously. “Thanks. Want a beer to go?”
    “Sure.”
    I grabbed two beers and put the rest in the refrigerator. “Come on.” He followed me out onto the dock and we sat down. He looked really good by daylight. I caught him looking me over too and flexed my arms a bit to pump them up. I work out, but I’m skinny and there’s a limit to how big I can get. So says my trainer and so far I haven’t been able to prove him wrong.
    But if I read him right, Russ was liking what he was seeing. He smiled at me and dragged his shirt over his head. The sunlight burnished his skin to a dull gold as he popped the top of his beer. I watched the muscles of his throat work as he swallowed.
    He leaned back, supporting himself on both hands as he lifted his face into the sun, almost like he was giving me an opportunity to drool over him. Which I did. He was tightly muscled, with those defined abs with that little dent that runs along the middle. His pecs were firm and his arms …
    I’m a sucker for good arms and he had biceps and triceps to die for.
    He had an air of confidence about him that I found attractive and annoying at the same time. The only time I felt that I held the advantage 14

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    was when I was taking him by surprise, and you can only ambush a man at the door with a blowjob so many times before the novelty wears off.
    “So, J.D., how long you planning on staying up here?” he asked.
    “Three weeks.”
    “Nice long vacation.”
    “Yeah. You live up here?”
    “All year round,” he answered, as if it was obvious, which I guess it was, seeing he was in the police department. “You like to fish?”
    “No.”
    “Swim, row, water ski, play tennis? Have I hit anything yet?”
    “All of those.”
    He looked lazily out over the water. A few teenagers were out with their fathers’ powerboats making waves, and there were some people parasailing and one in a rowboat. “Got a boat?” I shook my head. “We have a couple of canoes.”
    “Let’s go,” he suggested.
    Our boathouse is basically a shed. I unlocked it and brushed through the spider webs to the two-man canoe. He took the other end and we carried it out to the beach. I got two paddles and he got in the front seat, while I settled into the back.
    It