Tommy series – part one – Chapter 3

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Tommy Series
Part 1
Chapter 3
by Tom Cup

I woke to find Mr. Steel standing naked at the little stove making grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. My whole body felt like it was wrapped in a warm glow. I slipped quietly out of bed and came up behind him and press my warm naked body close to his.

“Mmmmmm,” he moaned, “You hungry?”

“Yup!” I replied, “I could eat a horse.”

We went out to the deck to eat. Mr. Steel explained that no one would see us out there naked because we were in the center of 40 acres. The cabin, the lake and the surrounding land belonged to him.

After lunch we went skinny dipping in the lake. Feeling the cool water on my skin and then the heat of Mr. Steel’s body, as he skimmed against me while we swam, kept my cock hard and pulsating. After splashing and playing around for a while, we hugged and kissed at the side of the lake, as the sun warmed our naked bodies.

Around 3:30, Mr. Steel suggested that we get dressed and grab the fishing gear from the side of the cabin. He said that it would start getting cooler and the fish would start to bite in an hour or so. We went back to the cabin and chatted and laughed a lot.

As I was looking for my shoes, I called out, “Mr. Steel, I can’t find my shoes.”

Mr. Steel called me over and sat me on his lap as he sat in his armchair.
“Look,” he said, “Since we’re lovers and all… do you think you could call me Ron? I mean when we are alone at least?”

Hearing him call us lovers made my cock get hard and my ass quiver a bit. It made me feel so good. “Sure… Ron,” I said, staring into his eyes. Our eyes locked, our lips drew toward each other, parted, and a deep and passionate kiss began.

We arrived at the dock near the southeast side of the cabin just before sunset. The sky was a beautiful shade of purple and red mixed with orange and blue. Ron told me that in the city the lights block out most of the colors of sunset, as well as most of the light from the stars. He then taught me how to bait the hook and cast the line. It didn’t take long before I felt a slight tug on the line. It startled me; and Ron and I laughed out loud.

“What did you expect,” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I laughed sheepishly, my head tilted, and my hair half covering my eyes. He brushed my hair away, slid behind me, his leg straddling my ass, and wrapped me in his arms, aiding me in catching my first fish. What I remember most about that scene was my butt pressed against his groin, the warm heat that his body gave, as his hands lay upon mine, rocking back and forth, releasing and pulling at the pole in my hand. More than once I wanted to drop the pole and rock and sway with him on top of me – visions of him fucking me by the water on the dock flooding my mind.

We caught five trout that night and Ron taught me how to clean and dress them.