Lake House Virgin - Sex Stories

Lake House Virgin

... fiberglass open bow boat with a 75 hp outboard. That boat was nothing special, it is just a work horse of a boat, but it's a fun boat to blast around the lake in. As I got older, starting around 15, my Uncle would let me take out the old beat up runabout or the sailboat by myself. I've never gotten to take out the Chris-Craft myself though; he's too protective of that thing. There are canoes and rowboats tied up to the dock also; anyone who can swim can take them out. I've always enjoyed the lake; this summer should be no different. "You can work when you want, you'll have all summer. Make use of the boats, I know you like to fish and sail." Uncle Ted is telling me as he hands me a drink. "Here, you're old enough now, but only in this house, and if we give it to you, you're still u******e in this state. It's a gin and tonic; I don't suppose you've ever had one." I take the drink and start guzzling it. "Whoa, easy there, it's not soda pop." Uncle Ted says as he is laughing at me. We sit down at the table and have a nice dinner with good conversation. As I'm finishing my desert, I notice I'm feeling a little light headed, must be from the drink. I'm feeling a little horny too; maybe the alcohol is affecting me there also. "I think I'll go down to the lake, I could use some fresh air," I announce as I slide my chair away from the table. I head down to the boathouse and docks. I inhale the smells of the lake and I'm transformed by my new surroundings, I love this place. It's ...

... getting dark now and I feel like a swim. I strip my clothes off and jump in the lake. I love being naked outside, although I don't get vary many opportunities to hang out naked outside, whenever I can get the chance I will. It's so exotic to feel the sun or breeze on my cock and balls. Being naked outside makes me horny, and that usually leads to me jerking off. I've never had the opportunity to skinny dip before now, it feels awesome. I think, 'how could anyone ever want to wear a swim suit.' I swim for a while then climb out of the water and head into the boathouse, I am still naked. I find a lounge chair near the old Chris-Craft and sit down. I adjust the chair in the reclined position and began to stroke my cock. The night air is wafting in the boathouse and over my cock as I stoke it. I spit on my cock to moisten it, the night air on my moist cock feels exotic. I cum all over my belly and feel completely satisfied. I think I hear the back door of the boathouse close as I lie there basking. I jump and cover my groin. I say, "Anyone there?" No answer. I must have been hearing things. I run out of the boathouse along the dock and jump into the lake to clean off. I climb out, dress and return to the cottage. The next few days were filled with early rise and fishing in the morning, working on the cottage windows at midday, then if the wind was up I'd go sailing, if not, swimming. At night I swim naked and jerk off in the boathouse. Uncle Ted went out of town on business the ...