Lake House Tryst 1
note: All sexually active characters depicted in this work of
fiction are 18 years of age or older.
2017 by Belle Chase
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Lake House Tryst 1
stories by Belle Chase
Gay Lake House Tryst 1
I watch my boss, Rick,
tie the boat to the dock. He has on shorts and a white T-shirt. He’s
tan and goodlooking, 40-something. He has short dark hair, almost a
crew cut. His muscles are glistening in the sunlight.
I’m bored. I'm an
intern working with Rick, a lawyer. I’m just a dude on a break from
college for the summer. We are at his lake house. We spend our days
going through case files looking for precedents for a case he is
working on. His wife is on a two-week business trip. So, it’s just
me and Rick here now, taking a break from the drudgery.
A stack of unread books
sits up in my bedroom, waiting to be read, but I can’t do it. I
just spent hours reading files. Tired of reading. Yesterday was my
20th birthday. I still feel like celebrating. I said goodbye to my
boyfriend for the summer. We’ll text and email and call, but it’s
not the same. David is the one who took my virginity. I know I’m
going to miss sex. We’ve been fucking like rabbits all semester.
Looking at my boss now,
I realize I don’t have to go without sex this summer. It’s just a
matter of making him see that too. There have been hints that he
might not be totally straight. I know I’m good-looking. I have
short dark hair and pale blue eyes. I am thin, lanky, but muscular.
I’ve been working out. I know Rick’s noticed that. He pretends he
hasn’t, of course. We've been working together for two years. He
probably feels weird thinking of me that way. I’ve never thought of
him that way before either, but since I started having sex, I’m
noticing attractive men more and more.
Rick’s very serious.
Even in casual clothing, he looks like he’s all business. How can I
loosen him up? Maybe a bit of alcohol?
I know where to start,
though. I get up from the deck chair I’ve been sitting in and trek
upstairs. I dig around in my luggage until I find what I’m looking
for. My leopard print swimming briefs. It’s a start. I put them on
and check myself out in the mirror. That ought to do it.
I wander back
downstairs and grab the suntan lotion on my way out the door. I sit
back down on the deck chair and start slowly putting the lotion all
over my body. Rick is sitting on the deck too now, having put
everything away on the boat. He stares at me, but pretends not to.
I cover every inch of
my body with lotion, but of course I can’t reach my back.
“Rick,” I say,
“could you do my back?”
I can feel him tense
up. He clears his throat. “Sure,” he says quietly. He gets up,
comes over and crouches behind me. He puts lotion in his hands and
spreads it on my back.
“Oo, that feels
good,” I say. And I mean it. Having him touch me is awesome. He has
strong rough hands. He tenses up again, though. Then he steps away
from me when he’s finished.
“I guess I’ll go
inside,” he says.
So much for this plan.
I turn and give him my best flirtatious eyes. “Can I have a beer?”
“Oliver,” he says,
“Come on. No one is
here, and it’s not like I’m driving anywhere. In a year I'll be
21. You can keep an eye on me. Okay?” I give him my pouty face.
He groans. “I guess
you're old enough.”
“That's the spirit,”
I say with a smile.
He leans against the
door frame, thinking. “All right,” he says. “Just one. We do
have work to do.” He goes inside to grab the beer. When he returns,
he has two. One for himself. He pops one open and hands it to me,
then opens the other.
“Cheers,” he says,
knocking my beer lightly with his.
“Cheers,” I say.
He sits down again and
I do my best to stretch and flaunt my muscles subtly while he drinks
his beer and pretends to stare out at the lake. Finally he sets his
empty beer can down.
“I’m going to go
take a shower,” he says. “Long day.”
“Okay,” I say. I am
so not good at this. I sip the last of my beer, it’s given me a
buzz, and set my can down. In just a few moments, I think, Rick will
be totally naked and wet. Yum. That thought actually gets me a bit
hard. That’s it. I want it too bad to let this opportunity slip
I creep into the house,
listening for the shower. I wait outside the closed bathroom door
until I hear the water start. I hear him open the shower curtain and
step inside. It’s a big square shower. Plenty of room for two. I
take a deep breath to steady my nerves, then I go for it. I scoot
down my swimming briefs and let them fall to the ground. Then I
carefully open the bathroom door, hoping he won’t hear me. I want
to surprise him.
I tip toe into the
bathroom, and close the door quietly behind me. I’m so nervous! I
pause to take a breath, and then I quickly open the shower curtain
and step inside.
Rick turns around
quickly, he already has an erection, and one hand is on his penis.
Wow, I caught him masturbating. Hopefully thinking of me.
“Oliver,” he says,
startled, but a little hazy eyed. He is really in the zone.
“Rick,” I say, my
breathing getting heavy. I check out his body as the water runs over
it. Tan muscled chest. He works out. His dick is as big as I hoped it
was. A little bigger than my boyfriend’s, bigger than mine. I
almost pant when I think of what it could do to me.
He is checking me out
too. His eyes roam up and down my body and then stop at my fairly
large dick, perfectly erect now.
“What are you doing
here?” he says, almost coming back to reality, sounding a little
stern and angry. “You know this is very inappropriate.” His words
send a tingle down my spine. He actually grabs my arm as if he’s
going to throw me out of the shower. But it turns me on.
“Oh, Rick,” I say
breathlessly, closing my eyes. I love how rough he’s being with me.
“Oh, God, Oliver,”
he says, just as breathless. He can’t take it anymore. He pulls my
body to him and kisses me hard on the mouth.
My chest is rubbing
against his chest and our cocks are bumping into each other. God, I
want him bad.
His tongue plays
roughly with my tongue as we moan. His hands travel down to my butt
cheeks and he squeezes and massages them desperately. I moan louder.
“Oh, you need to fuck
me now,” I say between kisses. “Please, Rick, fuck me so hard I
can’t stand it…”
He doesn’t need any
more encouragement. He grabs my arm and pulls me out of the bathroom
and into his bedroom. To the bed he shares with his wife.
It is neatly made. He
rips the covers off of it and motions me to lie down in the middle of
the big bed.
“Oh, my God,” he
says. His hands are shaking. “This is so wrong.” He lies down on
top of me and I wrap my legs around him. I don’t want to let him
get away. But he untangles himself from me and stands up, he is out
of breath. “We can’t,” he says with emotion.
“I need you so bad,”
I say to him and look at him with hunger in my eyes. “Please,
Rick,” I beg. “I know you and your wife don’t have sex anymore.
She told me. You must be as horny as I am right now.”
His eyes are glassy
with tears. He really does want me bad. I wonder if he’s ever been
with a man before. He still looks undecided, though. I spread my legs
and pull my knees up a little, exposing my anus. One of my hands
travels down to my hard cock and I start to play with myself.
Rick’s breathing gets
harder now, heavy. His cock looks hard and strong as it points up in
the air, desperate for my hole.
“No one will know,”
I whisper to him.
“Jesus,” he says.
He closes his eyes, then he opens them again. Then he quickly climbs
on top of me and grabs both my hands and presses them over my head
onto the bed. I gasp. He starts kissing me again, hard. I can feel
his dick tickling mine and it drives me crazy. My heartbeat speeds
up. I start to moan.
“Once we do this, we
can’t go back,” he says gruffly into my ear.
“I don’t ever want
to go back,” I say quickly. “Please, put your dick in me now.”
I close my eyes and feel the excitement build. He opens a drawer on
the night stand quickly and pulls out some lube. He slaps a lot on
his dick. Then he gently reaches his hand down and parts my butt
cheeks with it as he leans back. Then I feel him squeeze his larger
than average penis into my asshole. I am speechless. To be filled up
by his dick is heavenly. I groan as a surge of pleasure hits me.
He is shaking now. “Oh,
God, Oliver,” he says. I open my eyes to see he is crying. Sobbing
over me. “You feel so good,” he says. Then he starts to gently
thrust in and out of me. I start to pant and moan. He feels my
muscular torso with his hands and gasps as he thrusts himself slowly
in and out of me.
I reach down and put my
hands on his muscular ass. I pull him deeper into me with each
thrust. He starts going faster, and harder.
“Oliver,” he says
breathlessly, “Oh, my God, I’m fucking Oliver…”
“Rick…” I say
between moans, “Oh, God…”
He starts fucking me
“Ricky…” I say,
and I feel chills run down my spine and out to my fingers and toes.
He just pounds his cock even harder into me. I can feel my orgasm
building up, so much more pleasure than I have even felt with my
boyfriend David. This is so wrong. I am cheating on my boyfriend and
I am fucking my boss. I feel pleasure clench me as I have that
thought. It grips me and I groan loudly, I almost sound angry as my
orgasm clenches my body up and rips through me. I arch my back and
feel my body jerk a few times as multiple orgasms rip through me and
my cock shoots cum.
“Oh, God, Boss,” I
say, as I feel the orgasms fade. Then he shoots cum into me. He
groans as another orgasm grips him and he shoots his load into me
again. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, there is so much of it.
He collapses on top of me, head over my shoulder.
We lie there panting,
catching our breath, but my lust for him is not satisfied.
“Can you fuck me
more?” I ask, in a daze. “Please?”
He looks at me with
desire in his eyes. “You are so spoiled,” he says gruffly. Then
he abruptly props himself up and pushes me over so I am on my
stomach. I gasp.
“Oh, God, fuck me
raw,” I say hungrily. Then whimper as he quickly pulls me by the
hips so my butt is up in the air. My head is on my arms on the bed.
“Oh….” I moan.
“You deserve a good
fucking, young man,” he says sternly. Then he plunges his dick into
my ass again.
“Oh!” I yell with
pleasure. He starts rapidly thrusting himself into me, making a hum
of pleasure grip my dick. My muscles tighten up and grip his cock
harder as he shoves himself in and out.
“Oh, God…” he
groans. “Oliver, you are so tight….” I moan loudly when he says
that, and a tingle of pleasure shivers through me.
“I assume you’ve
been fucking your boyfriend,” he says to me as he thrusts in and
out. “Fucking him just like this? Does he know you’re fucking me
too?” he says. I feel a rush at his words.
“No,” I manage to
squeak out. “He doesn’t know.” I groan with pleasure as he hits
a deeper spot inside me. “Does your wife know you’re fucking a
man in her bed?” I feel him shudder as I say that, and then he
fucks me harder and faster. I start to pant and moan louder.
He fucks me for a good
ten more minutes this way, I can hardly breathe it feels so good, to
have him pounding himself so deep into me. At some point I start
yelling with each thrust. I think I will explode with pleasure. I can
hear him grunting and breathing hard behind me, his pleasure must be
building up now. He frantically pushes himself into me over and over,
out of breath.
“Cum, you little
whore,” he says angrily to me. “Come on!” He pounds even harder
now. I feel a shiver go through me and then an orgasm grips me so
hard I lose my breath. I feel the pleasure rip through my body and I
yell and whimper with ecstasy. Three times quickly in a row an orgasm
clenches through me as my cock shoots cum. I rest my head on the bed
as I pant and try to catch my breath.
“UGH!” Rick yells
behind me as his body jerks and he shoots a huge load of cum into my
“Fucking whore,” he
says, as he catches his breath.
“Ricky!” I say,
He thrusts his limp
penis into me hard one more time, as if telling me to behave myself.
“Oh…” I moan.
He pulls out of me and
collapses on the bed next to me.
“You are never
satisfied, are you?” he says as he gazes at me with wonder.
“I’m starting to
be,” I say as I smile tiredly at him. “No one fucks me like you
do,” I say quietly.
He closes his eyes and
groans. Then he heaves himself off the bed and goes over to the
nightstand and opens a drawer. He brings out something black and long
“What are you doing?”
I ask, slightly alarmed.
“Scared?” he asks
with a smile.
“No,” I say, but
I’m lying. I’ve never had anything but a real penis in me before.
That huge thing looks scary.
He sits down on the bed
and scoots over to me. He rolls me over onto my back. I let him.
“Spread your legs,
Oliver,” he says sternly.
I obediently do as I’m
“Play with your
nipples,” he says quietly. I do. I massage my nipples and stare him
in the eye as I feel desire build between us again.
“This,” he says,
holding up the big black vibrator, “is what my wife fucks instead
of me.” Then he quickly shoves it into my slippery anus.
I gasp. It is hard,
harder than a man, but it slips right in because I am so wet inside
from Rick’s cum. I’m shocked.
“Ricky,” I say,
“Shh…” he says as
he turns the vibrator on. “You need it….”
I keep rubbing my
nipples as the vibrating machine sends pleasure waves echoing off
each other inside my rectum. I close my eyes as Rick starts sliding
the vibrator in and out of me. I moan in ecstasy. I didn’t even
know anything could feel this good. My hands stop rubbing my nipples.
They fall limp at my sides as I let him fuck me with the black
machine. I start to moan and pant and he starts shoving the vibrator
in faster and harder, deeper. I can hear him breathing hard too.
“Oh, God!” I yell.
It’s too much pleasure to bear. It builds up in a rush and suddenly
bursts out of me. Fluid shoots out of me. I scream as the pleasure
tears through me hard. I clench all my muscles, arching my back, and
then I collapse. I am breathless.
He quickly pulls me up,
sitting me up. I feel like I’m drunk I am so high on fucking him.
“Suck me off,” he
says gruffly, and pushes me forward and down so my face is over his
His dick stands erect,
hard as rock again, and still glistening with his cum from before. I
obediently do what I’m told and open wide and start to suck his big
dick. He groans.
His cock tastes like
salt, and like me. It’s warm and hard and I wrap my hand around the
base of it as I move up and down with my mouth. I swirl my tongue
lovingly around his cock as I suck. I squeeze his shaft with my hand.
I reach down with my other hand to squeeze his balls lightly. He
moans with pleasure.
“Suck it,” he
orders. “Suck it hard.”
I suck harder and move
faster up and down. I am so horny now, even though I’ve already
He starts to pant. I
keep up my pace. He starts to whimper with pleasure, and that turns
me on more. Will I ever stop wanting him?
“Oh! Ahhh!” He
starts to yell with each sucking thrust of my mouth. I squeeze his
balls and shaft one last time and he shoots cum into my mouth with a
long loud groan. I swallow as fast as I can, but he has a lot in him.
Then he cums again right after and I suck that off too. Then I lie
back on the bed, exhausted. The sheets are wet with our cum and our
sweat, but I don’t care.
He lies down on the bed
next to me on his stomach, catching his breath. He throws his arm
over my waist, and pulls me to him. He whispers into my neck. It
sends shivers down my spine.
“Every day this
summer we have to do this,” he says. I moan with pleasure at the
thought, so happy I have won him over.
“Deal,” I say.
He rolls me over so my
back is to him and pulls me to his body. I gasp. He grips my chest
with his hand and nuzzles my hair with his face. I put my hand over
his on my chest. I am still so excited, but exhausted. I feel his
breathing slow, and I slowly close my eyes and fall asleep naked in
my boss’s arms.
Read more about Oliver and his boss in the Gay Lake House Tryst
series (4 stories).