0 comments/ 94758 views/ 5 favorites Honey Hole By: JayneMarie My entire extended family hunt and fish. I got my first buck at age thirteen. My father bought me a Winchester Model 70 Classic Featherweight 30-06 for my birthday that year and taught me how to shoot and hunt. My Uncle Danny taught me how to fish, and a few other important things in life. Uncle Danny, the baby of my father's seven siblings, is much younger than Daddy and my other aunts and uncles. Kind of an unexpected surprise for my grandparents so they say. Danny is tall and muscular, blue eyes and longish blonde hair. The photos on the walls of the high school feature him prominently as quite the basketball star. Unfortunately Danny lost a leg just above the knee in a motorcycle accident two weeks before the start of his freshman year of college, which got postponed and never did happen. After the accident, Danny just mostly goofed off, drinking, hunting and fishing mostly. He lived off a substantial insurance settlement he received from the accident so all my relatives said. He always had girlfriends, but apparently never anything serious. Danny took me his favorite fishing spot for largemouth bass. He shared that particular secluded spot with no one else. “This is my honey hole.” Uncle Danny said when he cut the engine on the boat. Never have I failed to catch me a couple big ones here. You’ll see, Honey.” He called me Honey just like my father did. The day turned out to be sunny, hot and very windy. We arrived at Uncle Danny’s honey hole just as the clock on my wrist struck noon. “Honey,” Danny continued, “fishing in the middle of the afternoon on a hot, sunny, windy day is simply the best no matter what the so-called experts say. I’ll be damned if I’m getting up at 5:00 AM anyway. Besides, we are less likely to be spotted at this time of day. Don’t want anyone sharing my honey hole, you know.” “Why is the fishing better on a day like this, Uncle Danny?” “The wind and the waves break up the water surface and stir up the life and sediment in the water. The baitfish are more active because the wind moves around their food supply and thus the bass are more active. It’s deep in this spot. The fish move from shallow to deeper water when the surface temperature is hot, like in the middle of the afternoon on a day like this. I wouldn’t be fishing here at night or early in the morning. I’d be much closer to shore.” “Well, let’s fish!” I squealed excitedly. “OK, cast your line into the wind, Honey. The bass will always face into the wind or current. You want the lure in their face and not behind them.” An hour later we had absolutely no bites and I got bored. I set down my rod and so did Danny. He reached into the cooler and pulled out one beer, for himself. “Hey, where’s mine?” I whined. “Aren’t you just a little young to be drinking?” “Say what? Daddy lets me take a few sips of his when Mom isn’t watching. I sneak beers when they’re not home. Daddy can’t remember how many he drank and he’s always inviting friends over to watch football on his NFL Sunday Ticket, or whatever sport is in season. He must buy about a case a day.” “Well, alright, Honey, I guess you can have one. I didn’t bring any Pepsi or anything, and it is really getting hot.” With that, he chugged down the beer in about three long gulps, reached in the cooler and grabbed two more, one for him and one for me. After I finished the beer, I felt a little tired. “Hey Uncle Danny, I think I might as well work on my tan since the fish aren’t biting.” “Whatever,” he replied nonchalantly. “But don’t think you’re eating any fish you didn’t catch yourself.” “Whatever yourself, Uncle Danny. I have you wrapped around my little finger and you’ll do anything I ask. So hurry up and catch some bass, will ya, huh? I’m getting a little hungry; just had a muffin for breakfast.” Danny went back to fishing. I removed the white tee-shirt and jean cut-offs I had been wearing, displaying my big sister’s red and white striped halter bikini I had borrowed. “Nice suit,” he commented, looking at me just a little differently than he had before. “Uncle Danny, you did say red and white are the colors that best attract the fish did you not? Else why the red and white lures.” I took the suntan lotion from my bag and applied it to the front of my body as I lay in the back of the boat. Danny sat on the edge of the boat near the front. He seemed to be paying more attention to me than he did the water and what might be in it. About an hour later I turned over on my stomach and undid the crossover string that tied in the back of the halter. Danny really took notice at that. “Hey Uncle Danny,” I cooed, “would you take a break for a sec and put some suntan lotion on my back? I don’t want to get burnt.” Danny dutifully complied and I could gauge his interest in the job at hand by the erection I noticed in his swim trunks. “Uncle Danny, please do my legs, too.” I don’t know why but Danny spent about ten minutes playing with my feet and rubbing lotion on them. “That’s enough, Uncle Danny, you’re tickling me!” I fell asleep for about an hour. When I woke Danny had caught three good sized bass. “Yes!” I cried. “I’m starving!” “Not just yet, my dear niece. Let’s see if I can catch a few more while they are biting. Why don’t you try again?” “OK,” I agreed and quickly jumped up and grabbed my rod. Only thing is I neglected to fasten my halter top. “Honey,” Danny observed, “you forgot something.” “Oh shit! Oh well, why bother now, you’ve already seen them. Doesn’t bother me anyway. Sis and I run around the house in just panties all the time and it doesn’t even faze Daddy. “Whatever,” Danny replied matter-of-factly, but I could still see the protrusion in the front of his trunks. “How about telling me some of your fish stories while we’re waiting for them to bite, Uncle Danny?” “Having arrived here at my honey hole one morning, I soon discovered I had forgotten to bring any bait. Just then I happened to see a snake swimming by who had caught a worm. I snatched the snake from the water and took his worm. Feeling sorry for the snake with no lunch, I snatched him up again and poured a little beer down his throat and went about my fishing. An hour or so later I felt a tug at my pant leg. Would you believe! Looking down, I saw the same snake with three more worms.” “Dumb joke, Uncle Danny, but funny. Got any more?” “Our preacher gave a lecture on Sunday on the evils of drinking. To illustrate his point, he took two glasses, one filled with water, one filled with whiskey. He placed a worm in each. The worm in the water wriggled and twisted up a storm. The worm in the whiskey just straightened out, died, and suck to the bottom of the glass. The preacher asked the congregation, ‘Can anybody tell me what this means?’ I stood up in the back and said, ‘Yeah, if you drink whiskey, you won’t get worms!’ I never went back to church again.” “Now why would I even think that really happened, Uncle Danny? You got this bad reputation, you know. How many women have you had sex with?” “Not enough, Honey, not enough,” Danny responded, laughing. “Uncle Danny, I’m really, really, really hungry. Can’t we go cook up those fish now?” “Honey, I’m really, really, really horny. Why don’t you eat me?” “Say what?” “Eat me. Blow me. Haven’t you ever sucked cock? He slipped off his swim trunks, revealing a very large and stiff dick.” “Well, uh, uh, no Uncle Danny. I have a boyfriend but the most I’ve ever done is let him play with my tits while I jerked him off. His, uh, thing is nothing like yours. I mean, not nearly so big. But I’m willing to learn, if you want me to.” “Honey, come over here and get on your knees,” Danny ordered. Kneeling before him, and feeling his artificial leg, I asked, “Danny, does it ever hurt?” “The only leg that hurts at the moment is my middle one. Now put your hand on it and stroke, like you do your boyfriend. Yes, that’s good, very good.” Danny didn’t have to tell me what to do next. It kind of came natural. I opened my mouth and began to lick, nibble and suck. He seemed content to let me take my time and experiment. “You’re doing just fine, Honey. Now see if you can get more of it in your mouth.” I did as Uncle Danny instructed but could only get about half his huge cock down my throat. He toyed with my nipples with one hand and put his other behind my head, pulling me down further on him. “Honey, Honey, you are going to be a great little cocksucker,” Danny whispered as he began to get very excited. I could tell from my limited past experience with my boyfriend he would soon shoot his load. I pulled Danny out of my mouth and jerked him off hard and fast, just like I did my boyfriend. When he started moaning and thrusting his throbbing manhood at me, I closed my eyes and let him spurt his spunk all over my face. I got a taste of his cum. Not bad I thought as I put my mouth back on his cock and tasted some more. I’m sure glad Danny didn’t scream like my boyfriend did when he came because he sure would have scared the fish. Danny pulled up his swim trunks, and with a big smile said, “I hope you’re still hungry, because now I’m starved.” He started up the boat and headed toward shore and his truck. “The delicacy you are about to devour is my specialty, bass fillet, Cajun style,” Danny bragged an hour later. The charcoal grill radiated heat. He sprinkled his Cajun seasoning on each fillet, squeezed juice from orange slices on them, added several drops of tiger sauce and placed them on the grill. During the 20 minutes it took them to cook I basted them with butter. “This are absolutely delicious!” I observed, in awe of Danny’s culinary talents. “Thank you my dear niece.” A half hour later we had finished our meal and relaxed on a blanket under a tree. “Uncle Danny?” “Yes, Honey?” “Would you teach me how to make love?” “Don’t you want to catch more fish?” “No, Uncle Danny, I want you to fuck me.” And did, again, and again and again. When I got so sore I couldn’t take his huge cock any longer, Danny ate fish. No, not more bass, Danny went down on his Honey hole. Than felt even better than the fucking. After that I went fishing with Uncle Danny every chance I got. Nobody ever became suspicious because we brought back so many fish. My uncle still got plenty of bass and even more ass. I became his new favorite honey hole. Honey Hole "Honey?" My girlfriend pushed me away gently and said the word I feared the most. We had just entered her apartment and by the time she locked the door I couldn't resist. I started kissing her. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever been with. But every time she said, "Honey" it was always followed by something I wouldn't like. "What's wrong?" I said. "Nothing really." She looked up at me with eyes that reminded me of a cute puppy. Her pupils were large and round and her face was so innocent. You'd never guess she was like a sex starved beast in bed. She looked more like a virginal schoolgirl. Well, schoolgirl she was, but virgin she wasn't. She even shows me a thing or two. And although she was blonde, she was majoring in chemistry and was in the top ten percent of her class. She wanted to be a doctor; so much for the dumb blonde stereotypes. "Lisa, every time you call me 'Honey' there's always something. You've got to study, you need me to go pick up groceries, something." "Well, Joe. You'll have to use a condom tonight. Sorry." "Condom? Sweetheart you hate the condom. I hate the condom. We're monogamous. You're on the pill...why? Oh, let me guess. You forgot again." She nodded. I knew it. One of these days she was going to slip up and forget to tell me. "I was studying for a test all week. I just missed the pill one day, but you know I can't get pregnant. You'll just have to use a condom, that's all." "Lisa you hate them too. The last time this happened the condom irritated you and we couldn't have sex for a week, remember?" "But Joe, I want you to fuck me. I want you inside of me and a condom is the only way." She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me gently then trotted off to the bedroom. As she disappeared around the corner I knew what she was doing. She was throwing off her clothes as quickly as possible and probably was putting on one of my old shirts that she kept in her closet. By the time I could flip the other lock on the door and get to the bedroom she would be laying on the bed. She liked to watch me undress. I knew her well. So I flipped the last latch on the apartment door and headed for the bedroom. Rounding the corner there she was. With one leg outstretched and the other slightly bent, she was leaning back on her elbows; her soft petite breasts peeking at the edges of a light blue shirt that she had slipped on and not buttoned. Her stomach was smooth and flat, her legs looked longer than they really were as she reclined. She was totally naked except for the shirt. She looked like a model posing for a magazine. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and she poked her lips a little as if pouting for me to hurry up. The pout turned into a smile as I unbuttoned my shirt, kicked off my shoes and slide out of my pants. There's really no sexy way to slip off your socks and underwear and I think that's what she enjoys. I heard her laugh as I stripped off the last articles of clothing. I teach Karate for a living, so if we ever got married she would be the breadwinner. She was beautiful and smart. I was just a jock. Karate teachers don't make a lot of money but they have to stay in shape. I ran five times a week, lifted weights three days a week and taught Karate six times a week at my own school. I hoped she liked my intellectual side but she really liked my toned stomach, firm muscles and oh yea; my dick. She really liked dick. Eight inches of dick and boy, could she handle every inch I could give her. So much so, I really couldn't understand why she sometimes forgot her pill. I think it was a combination of the pressure of school and though smart she still was a little, 'blonde' if you know what I mean. I didn't see a box of condoms, but I'm sure she had them nearby. I crawled next to her. She had sprayed a little perfume on as well. She leaned over and her lips met mine. Her kiss was always soft. I opened my mouth and her tongue darted inside searching. It found my tongue and our saliva mixed; our kiss deepened. Her fingers brushed through my hair and my hand rested on her slender hip. She draped one leg over mine and rubbed her foot up and down my calf. I could feel my dick which was semi-hard from the time I took my clothes off, began to engorge. She leaned even closer, allowing her breasts to touch my chest through the fabric of the shirt she wore. Realizing the shirt was in the way, she brushed the shirt open so her naked breasts would touch the bare skin of my chest. Her breasts were petite. She called them perky. I just knew that I loved the way her nipples formed pointed cones, like round cylindrical pyramids when she was excited. And those pointed nipples pressed against mine as we kissed. Blood rushed within my dick. I could feel the skin becoming taught around it. Slowly it began to rise brushing Lisa's thigh as it rose and elongating to its full erect position; finally pointing at my stomach. In this position it began to pulsate like it had a heart beat of its own. Lisa reached down and felt of it and she broke our kiss long enough to smile. She took great pleasure in getting me hot. I reached for her pussy. She spread her legs slightly to let me feel. She was wet. I moved to suck her breasts. She pushed her chest toward my lips as I sucked. Soon she took the breast from my mouth and laid on her back. As she lay on her back next to me she spread her legs and grinned broadly. Playfully she grabbed my hair and guided me between her thighs then pushed my head toward her groin. "But sweetheart you know what will happen." I said still thinking about her condom request. She loved for me to perform oral pleasure on her. I could eat her pussy as long as I wanted. Sometimes she would let herself half her first orgasm with me eating her but most of the time she would become so excited with me performing cunnilingus that she would pull me up on top of her and beg for my dick to be inside her. At those times she would cum before I could thrust more than two or three times inside her. I knew if I ate her. She'd soon want my dick inside her and quickly at that. "Just eat me." She said as she reached in the bedside table and pulled out a box which she tossed on the bed. She flipped the top of it open but I didn't see what was inside. My full attention was now on her pussy. Wetness glistened off her pussy. Her pubic hair was clean shaven but there were very fine, microscopic blonde hairs just around the outer lips that you couldn't really see well but you could feel. They felt soft and tickled my lips and nose like velvet. I enjoyed her scent and inhaled her for a moment while gently nuzzling against the fine pubic hair. My tongue licked her wetness then flicked its way around before I kissed her pussy deeply; piercing my tongue within her. She lifted her ass slightly and I began to eat her with abandoned lust. Her juices flowed the more my mouth made love to her. Soon she began those low moans and her body wiggled slightly. Unconsciously I had been rubbing my dick against the bed as I ate her and I was harder than before. Soon she would want to be filled and I was ready. I licked a few more times and then I felt her hand on my hair as she lifted my head. "Joe. I want you inside of me." She said catching her breath. "You got a condom?" "No. We're out. Here....Fuck my ass. I want to feel you inside. No condom. "She said, her words haltingly slow and still out of breath. She reached in the box on the bed and handed me a bottle of expensive sex lubricant I gave her once. I looked at her quizzically. I didn't fully understand. I just knew I was now on my knees between my beautiful girlfriend's legs with a throbbing dick hovering over her pussy. Lisa caught her breath and spread her legs ever wider then lifted them; revealing the full glory of both her pussy and her ass. "Fuck me like Tuesday; but with your dick." I suddenly knew what she meant. We were having sex on Tuesday. I was sitting on the couch and she straddled me. We fucked; face to face with her on top. Whereas she liked getting eaten then fucked, I liked it when I was sitting and she climbed on my dick. That way I could suck her breasts and fuck her deeply for a long time while she rode me like a cowgirl She liked it too but Tuesday I did something different; actually an accident in the heat of the moment. While we were fucking my hands were supporting her ass. Somehow my hand slowly slid between the cheeks of her ass to grip her better as we fucked and the tip of my finger began bumping Lisa's asshole. Well, during the fucking her asshole would relax then tighten with each stroke. Her whole ass was already wet with pussy juice and sweat so my finger easily slid inside her asshole. I guess it was part accident and partly on purpose because it was a hole and it was there. In the heat of the moment it just seemed right and boy was it ever. You'd have thought I set off a nuclear explosion inside of Lisa. When my finger slid up her rectum her pussy twitched and every muscle in her body shook. She said later it was the best orgasm she ever had. So I figured, I'd finger her ass again sometime but she apparently had other ideas. I rubbed the lube on her ass and worked a finger in and out of her rectum. Already she was closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation. Although her ass was tight, she would relax it to accept the lube and my finger. I finger fucked her ass a bit while I sucked her pussy some more. She spread her cheeks wide and pushed her ass and pussy onto my face. If she could provide greater access for me, she would have. As I licked her pussy and widened her ass with a second finger, I was overcome with passion and curiosity over what she wanted me to do. I guess everyone wants to try it once but I'd never thought about it much. But suddenly it was exciting and new. I thought I knew my way around Lisa's body but realized here was something we'd not explored. I watched as she accepted my finger in and out of her ass. My passion grew stronger. I licked her pussy. My heart pounded. My tongue found her ass. The lube was tasty cherry flavor. Her ass relaxed as I probed the rim with my tongue. The ass is so taboo, so personal. My dick throbbed. "Fuck me Joe. Fuck my ass." I heard Lisa moan. I knelt between her thighs and squirted a large amount of lube on my dick. Quite honestly as wet as she was and as much as she was able to relax her ass I doubted I needed any at all but I spread the slippery goo down the shaft of my phallus until it had a silky sheen. Lisa raised her hips and spread her ass cheeks. The vision of her pussy and ass made my chest heave with passion. I positioned the head of my dick against her rectum and made little circles around the rim like I did with my tongue. I imagined it would gradually ease into her little by little but Lisa's lust was as great as my own or greater. She relaxed her ass and as I pressed gently she literally sucked the head of my dick into her with little pressure at all. The head popped beyond her sphincter. Lisa gasped, then smiled. She smiled the smile I imagined a drug addict smiles after taking a hit or the smile you get when have to pee real bad and finally get to relieve yourself. It was a knowing smile; one of comfort and peace. Slowly I let the shaft slowly bury itself within Lisa. She would later tell me that as my dick inched its way up her rectum she never felt fuller in her life. More full than in her pussy. I just knew it was incredibly tight and I was glad I lubed her well. Lisa didn't say a word for a while, she just smiled. When I was afraid to advance much more I eased my dick back. But Lisa would arch her back and push her ass toward my dick. "Fuck me Joe. Oh you feel so good, fuck me. Fuck my ass." She groaned. I didn't need much more encouragement. I stroked longer and longer. My dick; glistening with lube, penetrated her ass over and over. The rim of her rectum sealed itself around my dick, tighter than her pussy. I thought her ass would turn inside out as the fleshy pink rim of her ass followed my dick out then back in like a single piston. Like a sleeve around my shaft; her ass and my dick fucked in unison. Lisa reached down and touched her pussy. She then found her clitoris and started rubbing it in little circles; gentle at first then harder and faster. Soon she was moaning, her body was writhing beneath me and wetness from her pussy trailed down to my dick as it continued to glide into her ass. Suddenly I felt her ass twitch, gripping my dick firmly. She threw her head back and her body stiffened. I couldn't take the sensations anymore. My dick twitched as well. My balls tingled, my own ass clenched and I felt a flood rising within my loins. Moans erupted from both of us. A piercing sensation shot through my dick as my pelvis made a purposeful thrust within Lisa's ass. I could feel hot fluid erupting from the head of my dick which was buried deep inside her. Wave after wave flooded somewhere within her body; toward parts that were taboo and never meant to be. Silence fell upon the bedroom. Lisa's ass quivered slightly and my dick trembled. Her chest heaved in gulps of air. Sweat dripped from my forehead. When we both regained our sense Lisa smiled. "I love you, Joe." I didn't want to remove my dick from her. I know it sounds strange and maybe corny but we had just shared something more intimate than we ever had before. Her ass was more private, more personal, than even her pussy. It was more than that. It was forbidden even; taboo. And she not only let me share it, she gave it to me. Demanded I fill her most private depth. They say the rectum has more nerve endings than any part of the body. After Lisa's reaction to that moment I wondered why more people don't explore it more. Slowly as my dick softened, I let it slide then pop out of Lisa. A river of white cum followed and flowed down her ass. As I knelt exhausted, Lisa tugged at my hand and I crawled up beside her, careful not to let my dripping dick bump her pussy. After all, not only was her pussy still sensitive but she had missed her birth control pill. And we couldn't be too careful. "I think you solved the condom problem." I said. "Honey?" she said with those puppy eyes. "What now?" "I've got a confession to make." "Yes...what is it?" She put her face close to mine and kissed me softly as we lay side by side. Her fingers ran through my hair. She then cranked up that devilish smile of hers. "Honey, I didn't miss my pill." Honey Hollow Swimming Hole I'd read about the Honey Hollow swimming hole on a naturally dammed section of Cunningham Creek in the Baltimore Sun's travel section, and I'd never heard of it before, even though it was just up the road from Thurmont, where I lived. I'd heard of the Honey Hollow Reservoir, of course, because it provided water to Thurmont. It was up in a fold of the Catoctin Mountains, and the paper said it was a beautiful mile and a half hike up beyond the reservoir to a naturally fed, rock-bottom swimming hole that harkened back to our grandfather's era. I decided right there and then I'd check that swimming hole out. I did so first in July, and although the hike lived up to its hype, the swimming hole was crowded with families with young children and a group of smart-alecky high schoolers, and so I put swimming there on a backburner. Today I'd gotten my chance, though. After a mid-September cold snap the previous week warning us of the approach of autumn, this week was in the 80s. The apple picking had been wrapped up at Collins's farm, so I'd settled on today to make another go at the swimming hole. It was mid week and the families would be busy doing something else and all of the kids would be back in school anyway. As I pulled up to the parking area above the reservoir dam and at the foot of the fire trail leading up into the fold in the mountains, I had to pull in close to a humongous black Dodge Ram, because a large tree had fallen into the parking area and had left little room for parking. Still, there was only one vehicle here, so chances were good that I'd be able to get in a swim without fighting a crowd. My Toyota pickup looked tiny and vulnerable beside that big old Dodge Ram, and I couldn't help but think of Sydney Collins, the farmer who had hired me since spring to work in his orchard. He had a Dodge Ram too. It wasn't black, though; it was red. It had a logo on the side like this one. I looked at the logo as I wedged myself out of the driver's door of my pickup, but I was too close in the scant space between the two vehicles to make it out. Anyway, seeing that truck, especially there nudged up to my small pickup, reminded me that I was going to have to do something about Sydney Collins pretty soon. He was beginning to crowd me in; I'd have to decide. I crossed the boulder-strewn creek bed that would be under an impassable torrent down to the reservoir on rainy days. And as I started the ascent up the rock-bedded fire trail running through a forest of lush oaks, hickories, and tulip poplar trees, already starting to change color, I thought about where I was—and how I'd gotten here. I'd graduated from high school in June and was all ready to enter Mount St. Mary's this fall, when the roof caved in on my family. My dad's military police unit, the 115th, that had been on security duty up at the president's Camp David retreat, had been called to Iraq. My mother had taken his absence and the danger he was in so badly that her nerves had forced her to cut back her hours at the supermarket. So, I'd done what I had to do. I'd put off going to college to stick with the family until Dad could get home and had gotten a job as quickly as I could. Mr. Collins had been a godsend—well, in that respect, at least. He'd taken me on immediately to work in the orchard and said he'd find something for me to do even after the harvest was in. He said it was the least he could do to support my dad and the rest of the troops that were over there in Iraq. The pay was all right, and the work helped me to trim down and muscle up better than spending money at a gym would do. I'd caught on real fast, though, what Mr. Collins's real interest in me was. He wasn't married and had some of the other guys working for him living up at the house. I overheard them talking and I paid some close attention to how they related to each other, and so I knew pretty quickly what Mr. Collins was like and what he expected of his hired hands. I wasn't shocked or put off, really. Just conflicted. I'd had some confusion about what I wanted and was like myself in high school, but I'd never been brave enough—or fool enough—to go anywhere with some of my thoughts. Sydney Collins brought those thoughts back, though. He was old from my perspective, but he probably wasn't all that old. And he was a rangy, solid guy. Not handsome by any means, but not ugly, either. I guess a woman would have called him sexy enough. I just didn't know. What I did know that Sydney Collins was, though, was a touchy-feely sort of guy and one with something on his mind that included me in his plans. The day before I'd come up here to check out the swimming hole again, he'd more or less trapped me at the fence while I was watching the new, sleek black mare he'd bought trotting around at pasture and put his arm around me in that real friendly manner he had. "You like her, Jake?" he asked. "I hope so. She cost me a good penny." "Yep," I answered. "She looks mighty fine. Ridden her yet?" "No," he responded. "She's still mighty skittish about that. She's fine quality and needs to be brought along proper. I'm bringing in a horse handler to break her in for me. I want her to want to be ridden by me when I first mount her." We paused, admiring the mare—in fact admiring the whole beauty of the green pasture land on the gentle slope between valley and mountain, with its white fences and azure-blue sky. Everything would have been perfect if I wasn't so aware of that arm Collins had draped around my shoulder. "Why don't you come on up to the house with me, Jake?" Collins suddenly said in a low, husky voice. "There's something I'd like to show you." "Sorry, I can't today, Mr. Collins," I answered. My mind raced for a reason. "My mom needs me to pick up the girls at school this afternoon. She can't do it today. Maybe another day . . ." "Fine," Collins said a bit stiffly and removed his arm from around my shoulder. "Maybe another day. It can wait. But not tomorrow. I understand you aren't coming in to work tomorrow." "That's right," I said. "I need to do some thinking and I've heard there's an old-fashioned swimming hole up above Honey Hollow Reservoir. I'm thinking of hiking up there tomorrow afternoon." "That sounds like fun," Collins said as he turned to walk on up to his house. "It's supposed to be a hot day; do some skinny dipping up there for me, you hear?" Skinny dipping at the watering hole. That reminded me as I picked my way over the rocks of a stream bed intersecting that fire trail that I hadn't thought about bringing a swim suit. Well, we'd just have to see what was what, I thought, as I passed the half-way point between the parking area and the swimming hole. A brush-choked clearing was off to my left by the fire trail. The remnants of a stone fireplace told me that someone had once lived up here—maybe had been born in a cabin here and lived their whole life here and died here, leading a normal, dull life. I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. I wanted some risk and danger in my life. I wanted to know that I had lived life to the hilt. That was kind of hard to do in Thurmont, Maryland, though. And speaking of that, as soon as I came up onto the swimming hole, I knew I wanted to swim in it. It was deserted today. The creek bed was a good bit down from the fire trail, and it would take some risk and effort just to get down to it. The swimming hole was in a gorge of sorts lined with great slabs of gray rock that jutted out here and there at square angles, like it had been quarried. But it had been nature, not man that had quarried it. The swimming hole itself was just a slightly wider section of the creek bed and had three chambers that I could see from the trail far above it. Three different rock-walled "rooms," the first one down more private than the lower two. I couldn't see what was farther up the creek from this cascade of rocks, because what would be the wall on that side of the upper chamber was maybe a twenty-five-feet high rock cliff with a waterfall noisily feeding the upper swimming hole. At the same level, naturally arranged piles of large, square-sided slab of rock separated that chamber from the next. And then there was another drop of about fifteen feet, with a waterfall down to the lowest swimming hole. The middle chamber was the largest and looked like the cleanest and the most easily assessible one from here, so I picked my way down the side of the ravine to the terracing of solid rock surrounding that area and stripped off my shorts, T-shirt, and briefs and eased myself into the water. It was like heaven in the water, and I just laid back and floated and luxuriated in the solitude. It was a false solitude, though. I heard, or rather sensed, a shifting of pebbles on rock and looked over to the side of the swimming hole. I wasn't alone. A man—not old, but not young, probably ten or eleven years older than I was—was crouched down on his haunches and staring at me. He wasn't looking menacingly and he didn't scare me, but he was looking pretty hard at me, and there I was, naked, in a clear-water swimming hole. "How's the water?" he asked in a low, melodious voice. Not threatening at all. Warm and interesting voice. "Ummm. It's pretty cold," I said. And then I nonsensically went on. "I . . . I thought I was the only one here." "Otherwise you wouldn't be skinny dipping, I guess," he said. He followed this with a friendly smile. He was a handsome man. Well-built from what I could see—at least his chest and arm muscles were bulgy against the fabric of his T-shirt and showed that he wasn't afraid of manual work. Dark complexioned and with dark hair and hazel eyes that contrasted with his skin tone and that danced when he spoke. He had a slow-starting smile that exuded confidence and good will. I strangely felt calm in his presence even though the mere thought that I was naked in the water before him made me twitch nervously every couple of minutes. I was lost between wanting to talk with him, to hear the cool, calming tone of his voice again, and wanting him to go away so that I could dress and escape from here. "No, no," I answered. "I don't usually do this sort of thing." "No, I didn't think so. But there's no harm, is there? We're all alone up here in this beautiful setting, and it's a sweaty walk up that trail, despite the tree overhang. And it's a hot day. This swimming hole is made for skinny dipping, don't you think?" "Yes, yes, I guess it is," I responded. "In fact, I'm hot from the hike, too. Just seeing you in that cool water makes me feel hot out here on this stone ledge. I think I'll join you, if you don't mind." I did mind. I very much minded. But I was tongue tied. He had as much right to be here and to swim here as I did. I tried not to watch as he stripped off his jeans, T-shirt and boots—he hadn't been wearing any briefs—and rose to his full height before jumping into the water. But of course I looked. He was very well put together indeed. Darkly tanned skin everywhere but where low-riding jeans shorts would hit. He obviously worked out of doors. And the paleness of his pelvis area highlighted a low-hanging dick and heavy balls that were covered in curly black hair that trailed all the way up his groin, belly, and sternum and parted and flared out across his well-muscled chest. His forearms and legs were well covered with curly black hair as well. Altogether a well-constructed, graceful package. A splash of water and he was in the pool as well. "Oh, you're right," he said with a sputter. "It's cold in here all right. We probably should huddle to keep from freezing." Just the image of that set my teeth to chattering—and it wasn't from the cold. I clumsily moved through the resisting water to the other side of the pool from him. There was nowhere in this pool that was far from anywhere else in this pool, however. "Ah, come on, I was just joking," he said. "Besides, I can tell you liked what you saw. The coldness of the water should be having the opposite effect on you than what I can see." His voice was still calm and soothing. Incongruously, It was full of innocent playfulness too. I felt embarrassed and on the defensive that I was upset by what he said. And, damn, it was true. I was getting hard. And I couldn't hide it very well. The water this high up on the mountainside was pristine clear. "So, I'll bet you've never swum in the nude with another man, have you?" the stranger asked, as he turned on his back and floated. I could clearly see his well-toned body and big, flopping penis right at the surface of the water. "I'm Lance, by the way. Lance Stevens. And you're . . .?" "Umm, Jake, Jake Henderson," I said. It was like he was playing me. Sticking in something provocative and immediately taking the edge off it with something friendly and nonthreatening. All the time gettng to know me better, though, getting more intimate. "Jake. That's a good name. Live around here, Jake?" "Umm, yes, just down the mountain, in Thurmont." "In high school, Jake? Cutting classes are you?" "Uh, no, I graduated last year. I should be starting college now, but my dad's in Iraq and I have to work until he gets home." I had no idea what I was telling him all this. He was just so easy to talk to, despite the awkwardness of this situation. "Ah, already through high school. Old enough then." Old enough? Old enough for what, I asked myself. But I knew why he asked; I just didn't want to admit I knew. I was beginning to feel all tingly inside and my cock hardened further and started to twitch. "Lots of girlfriends, I'll bet. A good looking, strapping lad like you must get prime pussy every Saturday night." "Ummm. No, nothing like that," I said. I was backing away without really realizing it, but had come up close to the rocky edge of the pool. I was backing up, though, because Lance had righted himself from his float and was drifting closer to me. "So, ever done it with a man, Jake?" Still that "I couldn't possibly be saying anything improper" tone of voice he had established. "No, no, of course not," I croaked. I meant to yell it out, but all I could manage was a croak. Lance waved his hands in the water, moving a bit away from me, giving me more room. As it was I was having trouble breathing—and that had nothing to do with the cold water or the thinness of the air at this altitude. "But you've thought of it, of course," Lance said in a frank tone as if there was no more reasonable thought for a young man to have. "I mean we all have, haven't we, if we're honest with ourselves? And it's just the two of us up here in this remote spot. We can certainly be honest with each other. I mean I fuck women a lot, a couple a week easily. But sex is sex is sex and a man has got to have his sex, right? When there's no woman available and I need to get it off, any sex is good sex. Haven't you found that too?" Still that calming, ultrareasonable, honey-toned voice. Openly talking of things I'd barely allowed myself to even think about. And doing it so well that I didn't even really notice that he had drifted back to very close to me and had the fingers of one of his hands brushing my upper arm just below the surface of the water. "Ummm, ummm," I answered. I fully realized I wasn't being coherent at all. This was all just so overwhelming. He had that lulling voice of his. And the image of him standing there, on the rock, nude, achingly beautiful of body, stretched out and ready to jump in pool was emblazoned on the back of my brain. "So, don't tell me you haven't thought about it, Jake. We all do, of course. Don't you?" "No . . . Ummm, yes, I guess so now and then." Wrong answer. The hand that wasn't using its fingers to brush my arm was now tentatively fondling my cock. And my cock was responding, not paying a bit of attention to the signals of confusion and muddleheadedness and panic that were racing around my body. Lance was still lulling me with a nonstop soothing chant in the sing song voice of his. He was pulling me with him through the opening in the rock into the first, more confining, more private pool—the pool with the cascading waterfall that filled my ears with the sound of rushing water. I was crying out as Lance's hands raced across my body, finding curves and crevices and making me tremble and twitch and feel oh so aroused and concerned and needy and reluctant and violated all at once. The splashing of the waterfall dulled even to my own ears my cries and moans of receding protests as Lance turned me and hunched down and made a lap to accommodate the mounds of my buttocks. My own cries should have steeled my defenses against the feel of his strong, throbbing cock running under mine and his fingers pinching at my nipples and his teeth nipping at the hollow of my neck as he pulled me closer into him and let me feel the heat and inviting hardness of him. But the noisy splashing of the waterfall covered all of that, dulled my senses of what the cries should have alerted me to. I did clearly hear the cry of pain and invasion when Lance lifted me and settled me down on his cock head and forced his way past my virgin ring and ever-so slowly and relentlessly filled me to capacity to the bottoming depth deep inside me. But it was too late then for cries. And there was no one else in this forested fastness to hear me or to come to my rescue or to witness this passing beyond a threshold that I never again could regain. My whimpers of pain and violation slowly receded into cries of passion and urgings of filling and satisfying as Lance lifted and lowered me in that watery swirl on his powerful tool. He nuzzled my cheek with his lips and continued to whisper calming words of endearment and encouragement to me, as he lifted me up and down on his manhood with strong hands on my hips. I arched my back in the taking, first, stiff as a board, but as I realized both that I had now given up all there was to surrender and that I not only could now accommodate it but also was enjoying it, the tension flowed out of my body and I began to match the rhythm of the fuck. Sensing I had melted to him, Lance nibbled at my cheek and I turned my head to him and let him possess my mouth, making my surrender, my acquiescence, my complicity complete. He settled me down into his lap, his dick far up into me, just holding now, as he moved a hand around to my cock and stroked me off until the water around us was cloudy with my cream. Then he raised out of his crouch and moved through the water, still buried deep inside me, back to the middle pool. He moved over to the side of the pool, near where our clothes lay. He made a cushion of sorts with my clothes on the rocky ledge dropping right at the side of the pool and, pulling me off his tool, turned me and laid me gently down on my cushioning clothes on my back. He was standing in the water between my legs then. He lifted and spread my thighs, pushing my knees up into my torso, with his strong hands, and slowly slid his cock back inside me and fucked me, fucking and fucking and fucking until I felt him give a little lurch and then pull his cock out and shoot his warm cum on my belly. He came up on the rock and lay stretched out beside me then and cradled me in his arms and rocked me back and forth gently while soothing my soul with his thanks for giving my virginity to him. "Do you come here often?" Lance asked in a low voice. "This is my first time here, but if you . . ." He was fingering my hole with a tantalizing finger and I had every reason to believe that he would have taken me again right there if I'd asked him to. "Maybe," I said. "I'll have to think about it. This is just all happening too fast, though." Lulled by that rich, calming voice of his, I slept then, luxuriating in the feel of his strong, callused hands gliding across my young, heretofore innocent body. When I awoke, he was gone from the pool. And when I had dressed and slowly worked my painful way back down to the trailhead parking area, the big black Dodge Ram was gone as well.