Summer Fever

was heaven, watching the muscles of his shoulders and back dance under his skin as he paddled. He took the left side, and I had the right as we guided the canoe away from the shore. There was a soft breeze blowing and we weren’t in a hurry. Water dripped off our paddles when 15

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    we lifted them out of the water, sending interlocking concentric circles spreading over the smooth surface of the lake.
    “We work well together,” he said.
    I grunted. I could feel the pull of the current when we drew closer to the mouth of the Big Sandy Creek. “I got stuck in the current here once, when I was twelve,” I told him. “I had to paddle like hell to break free. I was a skinny little kid.”
    “You got a nice tight build now,” he offered over his shoulder.
    A warm glow spread over me. “Thanks.” We poked into each of the five arms of the pond, including my favorite where the pink water lilies grew. We didn’t talk much, just settled into a comfortable silence until we rounded the last point and paddled for our dock.
    He helped me tie off the canoe. “You want help getting it back in the boathouse?”
    “No, I’ll want to take her out again,” I said.
    My cock filled a little as we sat on the deck, a reflection of my usual wood that I associated with the dock and now, his physique.
    “Want to eat dinner?” Russ asked casually.
    “Sure,” I said, although I was a little uncertain. “I’ve got hot dogs –”
    “There’s a roadside stand I like,” he said. “Fresh-picked corn on the cob. Smoked barbecue.”
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    “Don’t get too fancy,” he yelled after me. “There’s no dress code. Or tables.”

    HE had a pickup, a black one. He drove because he said he knew where he was going, but in fact, I’d been there before. It was the stand where my mother always bought her corn, but I’d never eaten there before because she always cooked. It was just as good as he promised and I was in a state of semi-hardness throughout the meal, simply watching his mouth as he cleaned off the ribs he’d ordered.
    The evening air was soft and we had the windows rolled down as he drove me back to the house.
    “Was this some kind of date?” I blurted suddenly.
    “Some kind,” he said as he laughed. “Although I wasn’t expecting to get jumped at the door.”
    “I guess that was kind of crass.”
    “Do you always do that in the city?” he asked as if he was curious, not judgmental.
    “I don’t date date. It’s easy to pick up guys for sex. Some of my friends even have sex parties.” I shrugged. “You can always find some action every night.” I slid my hand over his thigh, the jeans worn soft as suede. “I wasn’t expecting to find any here.”
    “So did I disrupt some kind of vow of celibacy?” he asked with a grin.
    “What’s that?” I teased. “Even if I ever took one, all bets were off once I saw you.”
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    He pulled up in front of the house. “Can I come in?” I felt a little edgy, like I didn’t know what I was getting into, but damn he was hot. “Sure.”
    I shivered as he took my hand in his to walk through the house. His hand was warm and strong enclosing mine, and when was the last time I’d held hands with anyone? “Want to go out on the dock?”
    “Too many mosquitoes,” he said. “Let’s sit on the porch.” Russ sat down on a chaise and pulled me down on his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist so I had no choice but to lean back against him.
    “This is nice,” he said.
    “So how about you? Do you date much?” I wiggled my butt, feeling something growing under me.
    “Not much. Kind of a small pond up here. There’s a gay bar I like to go to over in Sackettville.”
    “There’s a gay bar in Sackettville?” I asked, feeling kind of stunned.
    “Even small town gays need to get some action,” he said.
    “So are you out? I mean, does everyone know you’re …” I paused, not sure how to phrase it.
    “Yeah, people know. So does my captain.” He chuckled. “It’s amazing how tolerant bigots are if you’re a tough queer with a gun.”
    “Yeah, I bet.” I was getting a little breathless. He was definitely hard now, and rocking his cock against my ass. “Let go a minute.”
    “Am I going too fast for you?”
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    That made me crack up. “After the way I came on to you twice