Thread: On the Lake
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Old 09-27-2016, 03:51 AM
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Default 7: Sky's Dilemma

Alice worked her magic on Sky, watching as his amazing manhood grew rod hard, outlined by the very tight one piece cycling kit he was wearing. Sky was totally mesmerized by the feel of her gentle touch through the spandex material. Her finger teased along the ridge of his upward pointing anatomy, just touching the tip of his sensitive head. Barely touching, she did little circles on the very tip, watching as his anatomy swelled and grew to an uncontrollable state. Sky was so close. Both she and he knew he could not stop. She enjoyed watching him fight it as much as he enjoyed her bringing him there.

"Take me, Alice." He whispered as his pelvis pushed upward making the mound of manhood more obvious and the grip of the Lycra more tight. They were both absorbed in the moment. Sky was so aroused, the feel of the tight spandex and Alice's massage. Sky moaned and flexed. He was ever so close. Alice teased him, edged him more, right to the point of no return. Sky was trapped encased in a spandex wrap he could not easily get out of. "All the way," he pleaded.

"There you guys are," a voice called out breaking their trance. Alice's hand quickly retracted, but for Sky it was not so easy. He was already soaked with wetness and he could feel the tightness in his balls as his manhood prepared for a most massive eruption. He froze momentarily at the voice. Suddenly Sky was frantic, knowing he was beyond stopping.

"Hi Ken," Alice turned toward him, now just 50 feet away. Ken, a long time friend, had a habit of just dropping by. He was single, straight, a really nice guy. A bit shy, and a little nerdy. He was wearing a pair of print Funky Trunk jammers with a matching red tank top.

Sky put his hand over his bulge. Ken had perfect timing, Sky thought. "What the f..k do I do now," Sky asked himself. He was so erect and ready, he throbbed with desire. Sky quickly rolled over, trying to hide his erotic state. The arousal, the tight spandex, and the rub of the lounger, Sky knew he was about to burst. "Just got back from a ride," Sky managed to announce. His voice was shaky, his body quivering. Ken was also a cyclist, although not quite at Sky's level.

"Cool, I can see that," Ken answered. "Where did you go? How far?" Ken asked. Sky never heard the question. The first explosion shot warm juice inside the spandex kit, followed by several more eruptions. Alice watched as Sky's tight, cute butt flexed with each thrust. She knew her man was cumming like no tomorrow. Sky could not believe he was shooting off in front of Ken. The eruptions kept coming, explosive pulsations of release. He had not shot his load in front of someone like this since high school wrestling when he accidentally came in his singlet at practice. The whole front of Sky's cycling outfit was getting soaked as he continued to surge releases of the warm, thick cream. He was breathing hard, his heart beating strongly in his chest. The pulsations in his crotch finally easing.

"Sky, Ken wants to know where you road" Alice brought Sky back to the conversation.

"Oh yeah," Sky replied. He told Ken about the ride, as he let himself calm. He dare not roll back over. Sky waited for the perfect moment to slip from the lounger into the lake.

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Peter slipped from the King bed in the hotel room, as Alaina laid sleeping. Peter was totally naked, the red swimsuit he was wearing the night before laid on the floor. It had been a magical night for both of them, starting with the wine on the balcony and leading into the bed. Peter didn't feel any different this morning, despite being a man who had just lost his virginity. It just happened. The booze, the moment, the hot red Speedo. It was a night they both would remember forever. Peter was hoping the big event would happen, but he never thought it would happen the first night. He didn't even have a condom. They both would for sure never forget this night. Peter slipped himself into an orange and yellow print swimsuit, covered it with very short black running shorts and slipped out the hotel door. A run on the beach seemed like the perfect way to start his post virgin life. The suit fit him well, a bit snug, the two inch sides riding high on his muscular legs.

The morning air felt cool, refreshing. The hotel was a short walk to the footbridge over the coastal river and dunes that led to the beach. It was just a few minutes past 6. At the footbridge Peter slipped off the shorts, exposing the hidden Speedo underneath. Peter "hid" the shorts and his sandals at the base of a fence post, before heading across the bridge to the beach. Two cute guys said hello as they passed in opposite directions on the bridge.

"He's cute," the taller guy said.

"Yeah, and he has great taste in swimwear," came the reply.

"Maybe we should ditch these boardies and wear our briefs today." Peter had already made an impact.

The tide was out, creating a wide beach of hard pack golden sand. Ogunquit beach is just short of three miles long, nestled between the cliffs characteristic of the Maine Coast to the south, and a smaller set of rocky ledge to the north, leaving space for the picturesque curving beach. The footbridge nearly center of the beach. Peter walked out to the water, letting the cold surf run over his feet. He began his run heading north toward the beach homes. He was alone on the beach, but for a few others scattered along the waterfront. Peter felt incredibly free running along in his swimsuit, his bulging manhood bouncing with each step. He ventured in and out of the surf, the salty water splashing his legs.

Peter was tall, very muscular, a well defined set of abs, and a powerful set of legs balanced by broad muscular deltoids. He was a quiet, polite young man, with a secret daring side that liked to test limits. He was confident, fearless, and masculine. His run looped back south as the beach ran out, his sweat glistening his chest and soaking down into his form fitting brief. The sun was up and the day was getting warm, already.

"G' morning," Peter said as he passed an older couple walking two small dogs along the beach.

"Looking good," replied the man, eyeing the scantily clad, very attractive runner.

The run south brought Peter to the tidal river, which was filling with inbound tide. He joined several others, jumping in and floating in the tidal current several hundred feet, before resuming his run. His final segment took him back to the footbridge. Peter was now soaked in salty sweat, his Speedo saturated in his moisture and clinging to him.

"That was awesome," he said to no one. He slowed to a walk, venturing knee deep into the surf. A beach crew was cleaning the beach for a busy day. Peter walked out into the water, chest deep. The cold ocean water felt refreshing. He jumped through waves, enjoying the coolness of the ocean. His mind raced, fueled by the tight grip of his wet suit, to the feel of himself joined with Alaina last night. He grew hard, despite the cold water, fueled by the imaginary sensations he felt in his anatomy. Under the water he rubbed himself, feeling his erection. He decided to head back, maybe even catch Alaina still in bed.

Alaina crested the footbridge just as Peter emerged from the water, his suit clinging to his erect anatomy. She smiled at the sight of him. She tingled at the thought of him inside her. He looked so cute. "There you are," she called. They embraced, she felt his manhood against her. They were both immediately aroused, Peter fully erect.
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