A Day at the Lake

Every summer a small gang of us head out for a weekend of camping at a local marina and campground. For our tenth year we were celebrating that many of the guys and gals had paired off and some had eventually married. Yet we still gathered and acted like fools for a couple of days. A couple of us are out gay guys and no one gives a second thought to orientation. The highlight of the weekend is the day on a pontoon. We navigated out to an uninhabited part of the lake, crack open the beers and start the party. Usually within an hour or so, the swimming suits are off and being flung back onto the boat. And just like every other year it’s the females in the group who start the disrobing. Once the boobs are out, every dude in the group shucks the trunks and there ends up being penises and boobs everywhere. Climbing out of the water the guys take the lead on helicoptering their genitals and showing off their stuff to cheers of drunken onlookers. The “gays” usually lead the way and happily parade, but then we shame the straight dudes to show their stuff, and within a few jeers and beers, everyone is naked. Damn, three or four of these guys are serious into fitness with two of them working as personal trainers. Sculpted bodies, neatly manscaped (not overly) bods and impressive man parts. Now into our early thirties, these guys have beautiful tufts of chest hair cascading down to their pubes, with fanning out to hairy bellies on their way down. And with the increasing consumption of alcohol the more and more time they spend showing off on the deck of the boat. Jason, one of the trainers had recently broken off his engagement with another one of our regular girls and there was a bit of tension between the two. They were both trying not to dampen the spirits, so they both drank a bit more quickly than the rest of us. Jason was a perfectly sculpted man with incredible biceps and mounds of pecs. He worked hard on his body and enjoyed the admiration from guys and girls, especially in our group. Being the “hot dog” Jason leapt onto the boat and was preparing to do some sort of handstand, upside down dive back into the water. It was great to see his penis and scrotum falling upside down on his lower abs. I don’t know how, but as he jumped into the water, he landed on one of the pontoons and cried out in pain, holding both his hands in the air. They were both pretty scraped up, nothing serious, but still a bit bloody. We had to get him out of the water and back on the boat so we could clean him up. I have background in healthcare, so I was assigned that duty. After cleaning up the scrapes, it became apparent he had somehow sprained both his wrists in the process. We all took a break and headed back to shore so I could help Jason go to an Immediate Care, just to be sure. It was then we realized he was still naked, and couldn’t get his trunks back on, so again, I was assigned that duty as well. I had heard that Jason had occasionally played with guys and when I had to tug his trunks into place, I had to tuck his slowly rising penis into place. He looked at laughed at me, telling me he was uncomfortable with his penis “up” against is ab, and could I reposition “down” between his legs. I tried to be a professional as possible, but I also had to grip his swollen cock and wrestle it back down, all the while the rest of the group was laughing at the sight. Back on shore, I volunteered to take Jason to an Immediate Care since he couldn’t drive his stick shift car. It was a 45 minute drive to the nearest town and another 4 hours waiting for MD’s and x-rays to rule out broken bones. With a  severe strain on one arm, and a cracked bone on the other, we headed out. We both looked like crap and smelled like rancid lake water.  I suggested we find a hotel and connect with the rest of the gang the next morning. He couldn’t agree more quickly. Thankfully, we got a great hotel with my points and shuffled to our room. As luck would have it, there was a case of beer in the car! Not having any other provisions, we both wanted to get the hell out of our clothes, rinse them out so we wouldn’t smell like carp the next day. I got Jason out of his, and then mine, and started to soak them in the sink. He just laid on the bed, naked again, wincing at the occasional pain that shot up his arm and sucking down beer as fast as his throat would allow. I kept looking back to him lying on the bed, bandaged, but otherwise a perfect specimen of masculinity, his dick nestled on top of his scrotum, with the perfect amount of body hair. He kept looking at both his arms and saying, “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”. I told him I’d help with whatever he needed. He replied, “Well, the first thing I REALLY want is to get this lake water smell off my body!”. Fortunately we got a deluxe room with a large shower, so I grabbed the plastic bags out of the trash cans, and said, “Fine, let’s get this done”.. I wrapped up his arms and ushered him into the shower. All he wanted to do is hold his head under the shower head. After a few minutes, he sheepishly asked, “Eh.. I hate to ask,  but can you soap me up? I really need to get this smell off of me!” Even knowing I’m gay, (and knowing he’d jumped the fence a couple of times), I was a bit hesitant to offer, but he insisted. “Come on man, get in here and clean me up!” So, standing behind him, I began to soap and massage his neck and shoulders, working my way down his back, skipping his butt, and finishing his legs. Wow.. every part of his body was muscled and hard. My dick couldn’t help but respond. He laughed a bit and said, “There’s nobody here but you and me, man. Get me clean and don’t think twice about soaping up every inch. It’s not going to bother me in the least” So, I worked my way up to his perfect ass. WTF. He moaned a bit and leaned forward, inviting me to clean the crevice. So I took the soap and did my work, cleaning his ass crack. Man, what a perfect amount of dark hair! I tried not to linger, but I rubbed his cherry a couple of times, and with each stroke he lunged forward and his body asked for more. I used one finger to probe just a little and he writhed. I didn’t want to push it, so I massaged and cleaned and let the water rinse him down. With that, he turned around and faced me. His face wasn’t tentative. He looked squarely into my eyes, and said, “OK.. now get my front clean”. I gently massaged his face with soap and leaned his head back to rinse him clean. I then worked my way to his amazing chest and scrubbed him a bit more forcefully than I would my own body, but he groaned.  I pinched his nipples hard with one hand and pounded his pecs with the other. His dick came to full mast, letting me know that he approved. I looked at him tentatively, and brought my lips to his chest, licking and then biting. His moans gave me all the approval I needed. I kept on with my journey southward and cupped his genitals  in my hands. I soaped him up and kept cleaning. By now, I was on my knees in front of him, bar of soap in my hand, looking up to his face, him approving. I left his penis and finished cleaning his legs. When I looked up, he seemed a bit confused, wondering if I would return and pay more attention to his needs.  I wanted to tease him, so I cleaned every one of his toes, slowly and deliberately.  He damn near thrust his dick into my face and said, “C’mon man.. PLEASE!”.  It was nice to hear him beg!  I returned and just stared at this cock. It was as beautiful as the rest of his body. But I hesitated because I KNEW he couldn’t jack himself off. He NEEDED me! Exactly what I’d hoped for. I licked the head and pulled back. I looked up to him since I was kneeling in front of his cock. He said, “OK.. stop tormenting me, you fucker!”. I smiled and put his dick in my mouth. Now, it was his responsibility to thrust, and with his bandaged hands in the air, he slammed his dick into my mouth. All I had to do was cooperate. Kneeling in front of his marbled body, all I needed to do was suck and stroke my own dick. I asked him to turn the water off. When he was close to cumming, I begged him to cum on my chest. He started thrusting and unloaded a great explosion onto my chest. I then asked, “Now, feed it to me…”. So as I continued to stroke my own penis, he scooped up his own cum and fed it to me. Too much.. I came.. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor of the shower with me. I reached for the handle and started the warm water flowing on top of us. Both of us were clean now.