“Good.”He winked.“’Cause I’m not bringing mine.”
I smiled, wondering what we’d do if any of the other guys decided a swim would be nice.But honestly, I didn’t care.We were at a kink ranch, for God’s sake.Pretty sure everyone could handle a couple of bare asses and some satisfied junk hanging out.
We got out of the bunkhouse before anyone returned from the main house.Puck led me along another narrow trail through the woods, glancing back to make sure I was keeping up and, at one point, taking my hand to pull me gently along.He seemed excited to show me the beach, where I hadn’t as yet spent any time.
I was simply happy to be with him.
“Come on.It’s not much farther.”
“Okay.”
I felt like I was at summer camp, following an enchanting new friend through the woods to a secret spot, where we would sit and speak about daring things and giggle at how dumb we thought the straight boys were—that surreptitious sense of sharing something private and exciting.My friendships at camp had been innocent but intense, and I’d crushed on a few boys during those idylls.
Now I was an adult, following my newest crush along a forest path, after having gotten each other off in an empty bunkhouse on a pony-play ranch.The trees and insects were the only witnesses to our smug glances and secret smiles.
After a short time, we emerged to the wide expanse of the lake and a small strip of sand.The waning sun sparkled on the top of the water like diamonds.
There was a floating dock about twenty feet out.Puck was already taking off his clothes.
“Coming in?”
“Sure,” I said, getting naked and following Puck into the cool water.
He waded in up to his hips, then put his hands together and dived forward, swimming out to the dock with bold, sure strokes.
I followed.
Puck glanced behind him with a grin.“Come on, Oliver.Keep up, will you?”
I smiled as I went deeper, the sand on the bottom of the lake squishing between my toes.I was a city boy at heart and uneasy in open water.But the draw Puck had on me was strong, and I pushed past my discomfort and dived, swimming out to where he had pulled himself onto the floating platform.
If I’d needed motivation, the sight of Puck’s slim form as he heaved himself onto the undulating dock and stood, sleek muscles bunching and releasing, water sluicing off his skin, hair slicked to his head, was enough.
He turned, standing there like Michelangelo’s David, his cock flaccid for once, hands on his hips, self-satisfied look on his face, watching me.
“Oh, good, you can swim,” he said.
I gained the wooden edge of the platform and folded my arms, resting my chin on them, gazing up at him.Fuck.He was glorious.
He crouched down, unashamed of his nudity—bits dangling right in front of me—as he patted the top of my head and clicked his tongue.“You kept up.Now, are you staying in there, or coming out?”
“Coming out.The water’s cold.”
“Poor you.Come on, then.”
He stood and gave me room to haul myself up and onto the platform.Puck sat down beside me, and we dangled our legs in the water, gazing back at the shoreline.
“This is…something,” I said, gesturing around us.The evening chorus of birds and insects lulled my already relaxed brain into a state of pure contentment.The fact I had a gorgeous boy beside me who seemed to enjoy my company made my surroundings that much more special.
But now we weren’t actively trying to fuck each other—for the moment—there was a lull in conversation.
Then Puck said, “I came here to get away from it all.”
I glanced at him, observing a crease in his forehead before he looked away and scratched at a spot above his knee.
“Yeah?”
He glanced at me, assessing, maybe deciding if he wanted to continue—if he trusted me enough to share.
