The winter was typical. It was too cold for too long, and there were no more invitations to go to Kerry's house. I'd been there once in six years.

It was no shock I didn't get invited back right away. What happened that day was on my mind a lot. I tried to blend what I thought and felt with what Rachael had to say about it, but she was a girl and I was a boy, and we saw things from a different point of view.

As I calculated, I didn't see Karl again. It was a chance meeting and I doubted there would be another one. Because I cared so much for Kerry, I thought this could be the best thing, but I still thought of Karl a lot.

As winter passed and spring took hold, I spent more time outside. I went to the pond after Rachael told me she'd seen the Kanes swimming there. Any idea about seeing more of the Kanes suited me fine. I did make sure I went by the pond a couple of times a week. If Rachael caught them swimming there, and she didn't explain the circumstances, maybe I'd luck out and see them skinny dipping.

It was a particularly warm day in April, when I was out in the woods. Without planning it, I found myself standing next to the pond. I felt the water. It was cool and I felt hot. I kicked off my shoes and socks and I got naked. You couldn't ease your way in the pond. There were no shallows. I eased in where the dry land met the pond. I was immediately swimming. The bottom was below me somewhere, but my feet couldn't find it and I stopped trying.

It was cool but it wasn't cold. I didn't swim much but it felt good. I needed to come to swim once it got hot. I'd remember that swimming here was fine.

I didn't know what time it was. Kerry left me a little before I put my books in the house and started wandering. I had time before dinner would be ready.

Floating there, I became aware that I wasn't alone. Karl was standing near where I'd gone into the pond. He had on jeans. His shirt was in his hand and he was staring at me.

"Hi," I said with surprise.

"Hi," he said. "Mind if I join you?"

"No," I said, not knowing if that was the correct answer.

'Wait until you're alone with Karl, and he'll let you know what he wants.'

When Rachael said that, I saw no possibility of being alone with Karl. I'd been in Eagle Point and I'd been alone with Karl once, and this made two.

I stared when his jeans dropped. I stared when he tossed his shirt down and kicked his jeans out of the way. Kicking of his shoes one at a time, he pulled off his socks. He was staring at me now. He pulled on his dick and watched me. I wanted to get out of the pond and go over to Karl and give him what for, but I didn't move.

I swallowed hard. My mouth went dry once he was naked. My heart was pounding in my ears as he went to the rock on the edge of the pond, diving in.

He glided up to me. His hand went right on my erection.

"That's what I thought," he said, squeezing it.

"Don't. I'll cum," I said as he let his hand open to feel my balls and then he measured me with his hand. His finger rubbed the slit in the head.

"Stud," he said down deep inside him. "You always cumming."

I should have said, 'If you're around I am.'

I was dizzy and his hand was pulling me close to him. I was sure we were about to kiss, but instead, I ended up with my back against his chest. His hand held me in place as he used the other hand to hold my dick.

I was confused.

Then, I felt it. His fat dick head was pressed right against my hole. I became a bit worried. That sucker wasn't going to fit up my ass, but he'd find that out. I didn't think objecting was how I wanted this to end.

"You OK?" he asked as he held me tight to him.

"Me? Yeah. How are you?"

"I'm hard. I don't remember being this hard in years. You want me to fuck you with my big hard dick, Josh?"

There were a hundred things I could think of to say.

I said, "Yes. I want you inside of me."

"That's what I thought."

He used his hold on me to pull me on to him.

I wasn't convinced it would fit. He seemed determined to make it fit.

"Don't squeeze my cock. I'll cum," I alerted him.

"You cum every time I touch you," he said in a husky I'm in charge voice.

His arms began to pull me onto him. I pushed back to see if we couldn't work it in. This is what he had in mind, and if it was anything like in his bedroom, I didn't want to miss my chance.

As I felt his hips churning, his mouth touched my neck and then, his lips were against my ear. He was gasping air. My heart was pounding. He kept pushing into me and I tried to get in the right position.

I decided to put my hand on his dick to get a feel while he was this excited. As my fingers grabbed his shaft. I squeezed, feeling how much it swelled up since we started this operation.

He knocked my hand away.

"I don't want to cum yet," he barked.

I wasn't the only one who was hot for it. He was holding my dick, but I'd calmed down a little, even with him holding on to my dick.

I'd never been held like that before. I knew it was good old fashion fun for him, but I was in a boy's arms, and it was a wonderful experience to have.

His arms had me around the waist. I let my arms rest on top of his arms. I let my back rest on his chest. I was beginning to breath harder and my heart was going a mile a minute. I eased my legs against his legs.

He was bigger and more powerful, and his muscles worked to keep us a float as I enjoyed how many places we touched, but none was more evident than where he kept trying to get inside of me.

That fucker was too big. It wasn't going to fit.

As I came to that conclusion, he started squeezing my dick and he started jacking me off. I was immediately fighting to breathe. My mind was getting fuzzy. He was going to make me cum. That was dirty pool.

As I tried to wiggle away from his hand, there was a sudden white hot bolt of pain that shot through my body from my ass hole to my face. I went white hot.

I started to scream bloody murder.

'Get that fucker out of my ass,' and the pain died down to a discomfort and then I began cumming and cumming and cumming. His hand worked me over and I kept cumming as his dick settled inside of me. His hand slowed and stopped. I was gasping air and wondering what happened.

"His mouth was next to my ear and he was breathing as hard as I was.

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Uh huh. When you did. That was so hot," he said, sounding like it was hot. "Don't worry. We've only just begun. I'm inside you now. You OK?"

"I don't know. Yeah. It hurt like hell but now I feel like I have a horse dick up my ass. It's kind of nice."

Karl's nibbled on my ear as he moved me up and pulled his dick out. There was no rush to it. An inch at a time he got to where the head was just inside the ring it needed to break through. He kept his dick head inside of me and slowly he pulled me down on him as he used his hips to give me all he had.

Once again his breaths were quick and shallow.

"You're so fucking tight. When's the last time you did this?" he asked.

"Uh, like fifteen minutes ago. You're the one and only," I said.

"No wonder you're so tight. Are you OK," he asked. "The way you looked at me, I thought you'd fooled around a lot."

"No, you've furnished most of my experience," I confessed.

"I didn't hurt you?"

"It got a little tense when you first got into me, but I forgot about it when you got me off. The pain was sort of part of the exhilaration. I didn't know I could feel like this. I've never felt like this."

"If you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'd rather see if we can go a couple more times. I don't want to wear you out," he said.

"You can do that?"

"No. I don't know. When you came your asshole milked the cum out of me. That was so cool. I knew you'd be fun but for a beginner, you're a good one."

"Thank you, I think," I said.

"It was difficult to break the hold we had on each other. He let me feel him up after we separated. He was only half hard after that, but it was awesome.

Karl was a stud and he told me that I was going to be one. He was probably blowing smoke, but he didn't blow any up my ass. It was full cum.

I began to feel like these were the best days of my life. I knew better than to like Karl, but I liked him. For a stud, he was nice to me. He didn't treat me like I was some low life getting him off. I didn't know what I was doing with Karl, but whatever it was, I'd never felt as good as he made me feel.

I looked like a prune after Karl kissed me and got out of the pond. His back was turned to me and I had a sudden urge to run over and take a poke at his ass. It was as perfect as he was. His back and shoulders were broad as he put on his shoes and picked up his clothes. He walked up the path that took him home.

I didn't need to walk home from the pond. I floated home.

I'd been to the mountain top and I could die happy.


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