Summer Boy — Chapter 2

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 2: Meeting Up at the Lake

I laughed, shaking my head. "Guess you've converted a few of us to your cause."

"Yeah," he paused, and looked me in the eye, "maybe you could gimme my fantasy and use me together next time." For some reason, my face got hot, and I started to get hard again.

Over the next few days, Lyle and I texted a lot. He’d send me pics of his perky little ass, always at the perfect angle to make me crave another taste. In return, I’d send him snapshots of my dick, my naked body, even a few videos of me stroking it just for him. The kid was insatiable. He’d show me how he’d jerk off to my pics, his hand moving fast, his cock slick with precum as he moaned my name. I swear, he probably blew a dozen loads directly thinking about me. Little fucker was obsessed. We were all eighteen, and it was a crazy age to be.

It didn’t take long for me to break up with his sister. Honestly, she wasn’t even on my radar anymore. At least not after I’d seen what her brother could do. And, as it turned out, she wasn’t exactly sitting around pining for me either. Apparently, the same weekend I’d fucked Lyle, she’d gotten double-teamed by two other camp counselors she was working with. So, no guilt here. I didn’t feel bad about it at all. In fact, it just made me laugh.

Lyle, though? He was different. He was wild, unpredictable, and totally shameless, everything his sister wasn’t. Where she was boring and pessimistic, he was reckless and full of thrills. Where she scrolled tiktok for eleven hours a day, he texted pics of his asshole to random hungs guys around town and actually lived life. And honestly? I liked that. He was more interesting, more exciting, more everything.

I’d find myself grinning at my phone, waiting for his next text, his next pic, his next ridiculous request. He’d send me videos of him moaning my name while he fucked himself with his dildo, and I’d respond with a pic of my cum splattered on my chest, captioned, “Next time, this is going on your face.”

"I heard you guys split up," he texted me the day after I told her it was over.

"Yup," I replied.

"I'm meeting a friend by the lake if you wanna come by and fuck me with him."

I chuckled. This dude had a one-track mind. "Aight maybe," I replied.

Of course, I went down to the lake, my heart racing with anticipation. The air was warm, the sun just about to set. When I got there, I found Lyle on the dock, bent over with his hands gripping the edge of the rails, his perky ass in the air. A guy with a thick cock was already railing him, his hips slapping against Lyle’s smooth skin. Even after fucking him, and as much as I had seen this boy jerking his cock and stuffing his hole, it was bizarre seeing gay sex in person, but I guess that’s what I signed up for tonight.

I quickly knelt down, my cock already hard, and pulled it out, shoving it into Lyle’s mouth. His lips wrapped around me instantly, his skilled tongue sliding along my shaft like he’d been waiting for this all along. The guy fucking him didn’t even acknowledge my presence, just kept shoving his thick pole inside Lyle with deep, rhythmic strokes. I watched, a bit mesmerized, as his thick hog disappeared between Lyle’s perky teen butt cheeks, his hole stretched tight around the guy’s girth. He was almost as big as me.

The sight was almost too much to handle. Lyle’s moans were muffled around my cock, his body shaking as he took both of us at once. My hand found its way to his hair, gripping it gently as I guided him deeper onto my cock. His soft velvet tongue worked magic on me, the pressure building in my balls with every bob of his head.

The guy behind him was relentless, and his thrusts were steady and powerful, each one drawing a muffled sound of pleasure from Lyle’s throat. I could feel Lyle’s body clenching around the other guy’s cock, his own hips pushing back to meet his pounding. I couldn’t believe I was part of this, that I was here, watching this, feeling this. My cock throbbed in Lyle’s mouth, precum leaking out and mixing with his spit.

The guy behind Lyle finally groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came inside him. I watched, fascinated, as Lyle’s body tensed, his hole clenching around the guy’s cock as he filled him up. And then, just like that, the guy pulled out, his thick cock glistening in the moonlight with lube and cum. He didn’t say a word, just stepped back, leaving Lyle panting and trembling, his ass still in the air, his lips still wrapped around me.

I kept fucking his mouth, my hips moving faster now, the tension in my body building to a breaking point. This kid was a total freak, and I loved it. Before I came, I decided to pull out, knowing it would make him squirm to not have the nut he had worked for. My cock pulsed in the air, aching for release. Lyle looked me in the eye, waiting for my next move. I was going to put it in his ass, but the other guy grabbed him by the hips, pulling him down as he sat on the dock.

As I watched them quickly get started on round two, I remembered how big that dildo was, and realized he could probably take anything up his ass, even two hung dicks. So, when Lyle hopped on top of the other guy and started riding him, I walked behind him and started pressing into his hole, against the other guy's shaft. Feeling a second cock inside him was wild. After a minute, his tight hole had stretched to accommodate both of us, and he was moaning loudly, his body actually trembling with the intensity of it.

The other guy and I moved against each other, our cocks pressing together and adding to the friction inside him. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Lyle’s hands gripped the guy’s shoulders, his head dropping down in a trance as he accepted our pounding. I could feel the other guy’s cock pulsing inside him, and my own throbbed in response. Lyle’s ass was incredible, tight and warm, his hole clenching more tightly as we fucked him harder.

The sound of our bodies slapping together was almost impressive, mixed with Lyle’s moans and the wet noises of our cocks sloshing in and out of him. We forced our rods back and forth, and my body slapped against him so hard that his ass was turning red. I could see the other guy’s cock glistening with lube every time I pulled back, and it drove me wild. I grabbed Lyle’s hips, guiding him harder onto us, feeling his body shake with every thrust. His own big dick slapped the other guy on the chest, leaving a trail of slimy pre-cum. He was a perfect guy, taking us both like he was made for it.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” the guy grunted, his hands clutching Lyle’s ass.

"Yeah," I said, "he's a good fag."

I just kept fucking him, the tension in my body building as I soaked in the new experience. Lyle’s moans were growing louder, even desperate, and I knew he was close. His cock was hard and bouncing on the other guy's body, his trails of pre-cum growing into a puddle. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I pushed deeper into him.

“Cum inside me,” Lyle begged, his voice shaky.

The other guy came just as he said that, his cock pulsing inside Lyle, filling him up. I felt him throb against me, and the hot liquid coated both our cocks inside him. It was surreal to feel another guy cum against my cock, and it only escalated from there. Lyle moaned, his body trembling as he came between us, his cum splattering across the other guy’s chest, and his hole tightened so hard against us, it was like he was cutting off circulation to my cock. The other guy's cum leaked out like a frothy cream drizzle.

We collapsed onto the dock, our bodies tangled together in a lazy heap, while I was still lightly thrusting into him, in no hurry to cum, just enjoying these two weird, sweaty guys I was humping, breathless and spent. Lyle lay between us, a satisfied smile on his face, as the other guy's cock slipped out.

“You guys are perfect,” Lyle said quietly, his voice soft.

I laughed, shaking my head. This kid was a total freak, and I loved it.

Lyle’s hand idly traced my chest, while the other guy, whose name I still hadn’t caught, flopped back with a satisfied smirk. The dock creaked softly under our weight, the water lapping lightly against it, the evening air cooling our sticky skin. It was peaceful, in a weird kind of way.

Then, the sound of footsteps shattered the quiet. We all froze, turning our heads to see Lyle’s sister standing there, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open in disbelief. Three naked teens, including her brother, her ex-boyfriend fucking him, and another guy. Her face went from shock to anger in a split second, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

“What the fuck is this?!” she yelled, her voice echoing across the lake.

Lyle scrambled to sit up, his face pale and his hands trying to cover his cock. “Uh, hey—” he started, but she cut him off.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me you faggot! I just started talking to this guy!” She pointed a trembling finger at the other dude, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, his face turning bright red, even in the moonlight.

“And you—!” She turned back to Lyle, her voice cracking. “You're fucking him too? Are you serious?!”

The guy winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, it’s not what it—”

“Oh REALLY?!” she screeched. “What the fuck—!” She gestured wildly at the mess we were in, her face clearly burning with heat. “And you!” She turned on me, her eyes blazing. “You fucking DUMP me and one FUCKING day later.... THIS?!”

I held up my hands, trying to look innocent, but there was no way to explain this. Lyle, ever the smooth talker, tried to defuse things. “Brit, listen, it’s just—”

“Don’t even,” she snapped, cutting him off again. “Fuck this.” She turned on her heel and stormed off, her footsteps loud and angry on the wooden dock.

The other guy, whose name I didn't even learn, scrambled to his feet, tugging his shorts on as he stumbled after her.

“Wait! Brittney!” he called, but she didn't stop, disappearing into the trees. He looked back at me, for some reason, his face a mix of guilt and frustration.

“Fuck,” he muttered before taking off after her.

I laughed.

Lyle laughed.

I grabbed Lyle by the head.

And pushed him back down onto my cock. I used his face to nurse myself to a pleasant orgasm while I watched the other guy's little white bare ass bouncing away, chasing a girl he had let down, that I didn't care about anymore. I laughed a little as I came in Lyle's throat. What is my life?