Lakeside Lust by chfmhb

Lakeside Lust by chfmhb

Dive into “Lakeside Lust,” an electrifying gay sex story that explores desire and connection amidst the serene backdrop of nature. Join the characters on a journey of passion and discovery, where secrets unfold and boundaries shatter. Perfect for readers seeking a blend of romance and steamy encounters—this is a tale you won’t want to miss!

It was hot.

The summer had crept over the pine-covered mountains and begun to slide into our small, lakeside township. A week after the local high school graduation, an annual bliss, prior to the infestation of summer travelers and renters, allowed residents to enjoy their picturesque homeland without the intrusive nuisance. My two best friends and I were determined to make the most of this week, being our last before we ventured off into the world of collegiate obligations and explorations. Milo, my best friend since middle school, had accepted an offer to play lacrosse for Tufts. Eric, a stoner and late addition to our group planned to attend a small liberal art college in the neighboring state. And I would be traveling to USC to study filmmaking. For the first time in any of our lives, escape from our crater in the mountains felt guaranteed, and the freedom had awoken a new excitement in all of us.

The beginning of our farewell summer started as most had; dirt biking and boating during the day followed by bonfires and drinking at night. By the third day, many of our friends and classmates’ hangovers had caught up to them and required them to sit out of the day time activities. I didn’t mind though, as harsh as it sounds, the only people I knew I would miss were Milo and Eric, the rest felt unimportant.

We began the day by getting coffee and breakfast in town at the local diner. Eric practically fell asleep at the table as Milo and I reminisced about the debauchery of the night prior. Upon paying our tab, we made or way down the street to the town dock, and began getting Milo’s father’s boat ready for a day of adventure. We managed to prep the boat quickly and set off for the far cove of the lake, not visible by any roads in order for us to drink and hang out freely. The screech of the boat’s motor ripping through the water was too loud for conversation. I watched as Milo captained the vessels. His long blonde hair flew through the wind as his tone physique almost tore through his white tank top. Milo had always been “the guy” at our school. Every girl wanted to date him, everyone wanted to be friends with him, and who could blame them? He was the most attractive guy in our school, maybe even in our town. The fact that he had chosen me as his right-hand man had always filled me with a sense of pride, even if that meant living in his shadow.

We pulled into the cove and the engine shut off, allowing us to fully embrace the serenity of the lake. Milo turned to me, smile, and ripped off his shirt throwing it at me as he jumped into the gleaming water, splashing waves over the side of the boat.

“Come on man, I’m working here!” Yelled Eric as he tried to salvage the non-soaked part of his joint.

“Sorry, dude!” Milo yelled from the water as he began to swim away from the boat, trying to find the perfect spot to float in the sun.

Eric laughed it off and went back to perfecting his joint. His curly black hair draped over his face, giving him a bit of shade to work in. I watched his methodical practice, joint rolling being one of the few things he took seriously until he had finished and walked over to me. Still, in a haze from the night before, I was almost surprised to see him towering over me. His lanky body put him at least 6’3, if it wasn’t for his protruding, toned muscles he would be easily mistaken for a tree.

“What?” I asked, breaking my disassociation.

“I asked if you had a lighter.” He responded, mildly amused by my confusion.

“Here” I handed him the red bic from my back pocket and stood up, face to face with him for a moment too long. He slowly turned away and called for Milo to return.

A wave of fear flooded over me. I had known I liked men for the past two years but didn’t dare to tell anyone. Hiding it had become almost a full-time job, especially being constantly surrounded by the two hottest guys I had ever met. Moments like these set me in a spiral, did he know I was staring at his body? Did he know I liked it? Did he know I wanted it? My panic was momentarily forgotten as Milo pulled his body up the side of the vessel and back into the boat. The water rushed down his chilled abs, through the thick brown trail leading to his dick only covered by a thin layer of swimsuit.

“let’s get smoking boys!” He pronounced and Eric lit the join.

We passed it around, followed by a half-empty warm bottle of rum for a few days prior, slowly bring us back into our now constant state of inebriation. Laying on the bow of the boat and looking out at the forest, we joked and laughed for what felt like an eternity. Eric kept rolling joints, and we kept smoking them, The thick warm clouds filling our lungs before returning into the summer breeze. After the fourth joint Eric stood up, almost frighteningly quickly.

“What’s wrong bro?” I asked, worried I might have said something wrong.

“Nothing I just feel like I’m about to pass out, Milo can I go lay down in the cabin for a bit?” Eric asked, swaying with the boat.

“Yeah, do what you gotta,” Milo said, barely paying him any mind.

Eric slipped away and left the two of us lounging in the sun.

In my state of intoxication, I momentarily let my guard down, allowing myself to stare at Milo’s perfect body. His sharp jaw, chiseled pecks, nearly hairless torso, except for his happy trail, god I fucking loved it. In all the years we had been friends I had never seen his dick. I had imagined it, seen it through his pants, and overheard our girlfriends whisper about it at parties but wasn’t truly sure what was under those swim trunks I desperately wanted to tear off.

“Dude!” He said, and I was taken out of my daze of glory.

“What?” I responded trying to play off that I had not spent the past several minutes enthralled with his mysterious cock.

“I saw you looking at my dick bro.” He said, playing it off cool.

“Sorry I was just zoning out,” I replied, not quite believably.

It got awkwardly silent for a moment as we each began to examine the water on our separate sides of the boat. After a few minutes of nothing I decided to apologize and come clean if anyone was going to know I was gay, it would be Milo. as I turned my head to confront the situation with my booze-soaked confidence I caught a glimpse of something I never thought I’d see. The oh-so-hated bathing suit had grown tight around his thighs, being pulled up by his semi-hard cock, visibly growing underneath. After collecting myself I turned to get his attention, convicted that this was some kind of mistake, only to see him staring back at me with a half-smirk.

“It’s been a really long time since I-” He said trailing off.

I knew that was a lie, I watched him two nights earlier fuck a junior from our high school in the woods at a party.