The Lakehouse 03

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Chapter 3: The Storm

The morning started gray and heavy, clouds already brewing by the time we wandered down to the dock. None of us bothered with clothes, still high on the freedom of being nude together. Ben adjusted his sling and tried to act casual about it, but Luke teased him for looking like a half-naked action figure. We laughed, shoved each other, and then leapt straight into the lake.

The water was warmer than the air, and it felt good to get in past the crotch, warming up my balls and my ass. For a while we forgot about the storm building above us. We wrestled in the shallows, splashing and dunking each other, yelling like little kids on summer break. The others didn't even seem to notice that our dicks and balls were rubbing all over each other, but it never lost its novelty to me. Olly dove under and came up shouting, both arms wrapped around something alive, something big and wriggling in his hands, shaking his whole body. When his hands broke the surface, he was gripping a huge catfish with his bare hands. The thing was thrashing like crazy, but he held it high above his head, triumphant. His grin was so wide it reminded me of when we played baseball, the time he had just hit his first home run and slid into home base.

That’s when the lightning struck.

A massive bolt split the sky behind him, bright white against the black storm clouds. For a second the whole scene froze in my mind: Olly naked in the thigh-deep water, barely exposing his light dusting of pubes and the top of his shaft, clutching the fish overhead, the lightning silhouetting him like some terrifying movie poster. He looked like a wild boy, or the son of a greek god.

The thunder cracked almost instantly, so loud it rattled the dock. Olly flinched, eyes wide, and suddenly the bravado drained out of him. “Shit—lightning!” he shouted, tossing the catfish back into the lake. It splashed away while he spun for the dock, paddling frantically.

None of us laughed. The moment he said it, fear caught up with us too. Luke swam harder than I’d ever seen him, Ben clutching the dock ladder awkwardly with his good arm while I shoved at his ass to help him up, pushing his meaty cheeks over the finish line onto the safe wooden boards of the deck. By the time we had all scrambled up, we were dripping, panting, and suddenly a lot more sober about the storm crashing overhead.

We bolted back toward the cabin, still naked, feet slapping against the wet wood. Rain started pelting down harder, cold drops stinging our shoulders with the wind picking up, maybe even bits of hail. Thunder chased us inside, and we slammed the door shut, all of us laughing nervously.

Once inside, the energy of sort of escaping a danger sent a thrill through me, and I could see it in them too. We stood dripping in the entryway, hair plastered, goosebumps rising across our skin. Ben shook his head like a dog, water flying everywhere. “That was the dumbest shit we’ve ever done.”

“Correction,” Olly said, still catching his breath, “that was the dumbest shit you’ve ever done. I just caught a catfish with my bare hands.”

"Yeah, honestly that was the most badass thing," I said.

"I think the catfish might've been a local god of the waters," said Luke, pondering, "he sent a lightning strike in wrath. We better watch out. He might've been the reason Ben sprain his arm yesterday."

I opened my eyes wide, pretending to have a mind blown moment, but the idea was fun either way.

We cracked up again, the fear bleeding into relief as the feeling of safety washed over us, the storm rattling the cabin walls while we tried to calm down. The day wasn’t over. If anything, it felt like it was just winding up.

—[]—

Ben wanted to cook something to warm us up. He insisted on helping despite the sling, bragging that one arm was enough. Luke rolled his eyes but handed him a pot. Fifteen minutes later, predictably, Ben fumbled. In the middle of stirring the sauce into the pasta, he lost his grip and sent the pot toppling, a couple hot pieces of tomato-covered rigatoni landing right on his exposed dick. He yelped, stumbling back.

“Shit, shit!” he yelled, getting our attention.

I rushed over to him and grabbed a towel, blotting the skin on his cock, Luke and Olly coming too. It wasn’t serious, just hot enough to sting, but Ben played it up, groaning. “I’m dying. Someone take care of me.”

I'm sure it hurts to get hot pasta on one's cock, but he was also a bit of a baby when it came to pain. And the arm in the sling didn't make it any easier. The three of us surrounded him, wiping him down, our hands lingering around the fun bits, as that had become the vibe on this trip. He flinched when I put a cold pack on his dick and balls, but said it felt good after a second.

Luke, suddenly, couldn't help himself and started eating his ass.

"Oh damn," Ben said as he perked up his ass, before closing his eyes letting Luke spread his cheeks again and go deeper. 

"Nice," I said, just watching the show.

Olly started laughing. "That'll make him feel better."

Ben looked at me. “I'm still sticky. Can you give me a bath?” Olly and Luke looked at me, then at him.

—[]—

The bathroom steamed up fast. I guided him into the tub, sitting behind him to steady his sling. And also because it would be fun for my dick to be touching him while I bathed him. I wrapped my arms around him while he rested his head on me. I ran the washcloth across his chest, his stomach, lower to his crotch. He must have been somewhat healed already, because he started hardening up, and he wordlessly lifted his hips so his cock and balls rose above the surface of the water. I dropped the wash cloth and rubbed his soapy, wet shaft with my hand.

He sighed, eyes fluttering. “This is good service,” he muttered with his eyes closed. My hand dipped lower, pressing on his taint. I gave his hole a rest after all the stretching work we had done the day prior. He groaned, gripping the edge of the tub with his good hand. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

I stroked him until the water sloshed and his breath turned ragged, until his body tightened and he spilled onto the surface of the water and in my hand, groaning loud enough for the others to hear from the hall. I rinsed him clean and grinned at the way his head lolled back, spent. “Bath complete.”

As we dried off, I let my big boner just bounce in the air. It would be taken care of later. I heard Olly from the next room. "Don't they do anything besides stroke their cocks?"

—[]—

Later that night, the rain still pounding outside, and the thunder breaking louder than the TV, Luke was rummaging through the closets and found a very old deck of cards. He lifted it up and showed us. It looked like a World War II USO pack honestly.

“Poker?” he asked.

“Strip Poker?” Ben countered. His grin said he wasn’t kidding.

"We are," I paused and looked around at the dangling dicks, "already butt naked."

"Dare poker then," Olly suggested. I narrowed my eyes at him and held back a smile. He surprised me sometimes.

The first dares were stupid: pull your dick so it looks like you have a foreskin, lick someone's foot, eat peanut butter off someone’s balls. Normal boy stuff. But it didn’t take long before things escalated. Ben dared Olly to put on a blindfold and then try to guess who's dick was in his mouth.

"That honestly sounds fun," I said. 

"No, I dared Olly," Ben said, smirking. We all looked at Olly, who looked nervous but intrigued.

He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "Aight, sure."

I pulled a few pairs of underwear out of my bag and wrapped them around his head until he was sufficiently blinded. We got up and stood in front of him, our dicks getting bloodflow with anticipation, and Ben stepped up first. Olly opened his mouth, tongue flicking, and Ben touched his dick to his tongue, then groaned almost instantly. None of us expected it to be that quick, but within moments Ben was tensing and shooting. Olly didn’t flinch, he just tightened his lips on the head and swallowed as it pulsed, and he kept going, like it was part of the game.

“Oh damn,” I said, watching in shock. “That was quick.”

Ben quickly put his finger up to his mouth to shush me. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "He still has to guess."

I nodded. It was wild to see Olly get this crazy. Even compared to the intimate moments we'd shared on the trip, it was like some bdsm movie watching him sit on his knees blind-folded, pondering the cum in his mouth and trying to decide who's load it was. 

Olly smirked beneath the blindfold, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Ben collapsed back laughing, still recovering, while Luke and I exchanged a look that said this game was about to get out of control.

"Ben?" Olly said after a minute of licking his lips. 

"Yup," I said, "Now guess this one."

Luke stepped forward and placed his fat cock on Olly's lips. Olly pulled away after just one second, "It's Luke."

We all chuckled at how fast he got it. "Yup," I said, "Guess that fatty is too unique."

I turned to Luke, "How big is that thing?" 

"A little over eight inches," he said, "And about as big around as a red bull can, based on where my fingers touch."

"Nice," I said.

"I'm hard now," said Luke.

"Me too," I said.

Olly started to take off his blindfold, but I put a hand on his arm to stop him. "Wait," I said, "One more test."

Luke smirked at me. Olly gulped. 

"Guess whose load each one is."

Olly grimaced, apparently not excited about taking more cum, but also up for the dare, because his next move was just to nod at us, and open his mouth.

Luke and I started jerking it over Olly's open mouth. It was thrilling to see him so submissive, the shy one of us. The straight and shy guy, who was still up for fun. 

I got really turned on, and Luke and I started tapping our dicks on Olly's tongue. He didn't seem to mind. I grabbed Luke's neck and pulled him in to make out with me. Honestly one of my favorite things, which I discovered on this trip, is making out while jerking off.

Without us even noticing, Ben had rejoined us and was jerking it over Olly's face as well. Luke was the first to blow, and Olly flinched when it hit his tongue. Some of it went up his face and forehead and hair, but he swirled the jizz in his mouth before swallowing.

"It tastes not as bad. So maybe it's vegetarian. So... Luke?" he said.

"Yeah," Luke said as he was catching his breath a bit.

"Damn that was a good guess," I said, still stroking myself.

"Now there's two left, I'm going again," Ben said.

Olly just shook his head, then opened his mouth again and stuck out his tongue. Luke realized the lopsided nature of the dare and squatted down, reaching for Olly's cock. Soon he was hard. He spit on it, and even wiped some of his cum from Olly's face to lube up his cock, before bending all the way down to put it in his mouth. Olly let out a little whimper, his tight, small frame tensing a bit as Luke pulled his head off him, and held Olly's cock as it squirted onto the floor, just as Ben and I finished about the same time, sort of ruining the testing game. We tried to aim for his mouth, but he was moving a bit, and we ended up shooting onto each other's dicks as much as Olly's face. Still, the boy on his knees wiped the combined load into his mouth and sucked it off his thumb for a moment, before saying, "I have no idea."

"It was both of us," I said, as I slumped back onto the couch and grabbed a towel to wipe myself. We passed around the towel as we got comfortable again for more TV. Soon I passed out, listening to a dumb sitcom with my eyes closed. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was another burst of thunder, and Luke's hand moving up my back.

—[]—

The next morning the sky had cleared. We packed up the cabin, still high on adrenaline I think from the most life-changing trip imaginable. Luke took the wheel first, Olly riding shotgun. I slid into the back with Ben. The road stretched out ahead, the lake fading behind us.

It didn’t take long before the tension crept back. It hit me that this might be the last real moment of the four of us. I leaned down to sniff Ben's crotch. I looked up at him and he just smirked. I pulled out his cock and gave him a nice rub and suck, while the others in the car just pretended like it wasn't happening. After swallowing him and putting his junk back inside, he quickly closed his eyes for a nap. I shifted over the center console to Olly, my mouth wanting to keep busy, and he not only let me suck him, he held my head down kind of roughly, a nice, unexpected treat from him, until he was drained and grinning. When we swapped drivers, Olly was at the wheel, Luke in back with me. We started making out hard, I think our long friendship at the front of our minds, and its impending change. We fully whipped out each other's dicks and jerked each other off to completion while Olly pretended to focus on the road.

We wiped down with towels from the back of the car just as we were getting to our county line. Olly pulled into a Taco Bell without even discussing it. We all loved T-bell, and I think there was an unspoken agreement that we wanted this to last as long as possible. We got loaded up with tacos and burritos and all the good shit, but then we sat in the parking lot, silent for a beat.

Ben finally turned to Olly, deadpan. “Fuck home. Let’s take a detour.”

Suddenly we were all smiling again, and Olly pulled out of the lot, turning the opposite way of home.