The docks

I left the barn after I had to hide from two more counselors looking to confirm the rumors.

It was ironic. I came to camp desperate to lose my virginity, and now all I wanted was a night alone. It’s like God caught me with a cigarette and forced me to smoke the whole carton.

I snuck out of camp, walked down the road to the public dock. The sun was setting, the reflection so bright I couldn’t look at the lake. Vacationers had a truck and trailer back down into the lake. After too many cocktails, the man was having a hard time guiding the boat in.

A blonde in a bikini top and cutoff jeans shorts was laughing and yelling at him. She was equally as drunk. I asked her if they needed help. After my time as a gopher, I was confident I could drive anything with a motor.

She called back into the water, “Hey Roy! You want this kid to dock the boat for you?”

Roy growled. He was drunk enough to know he needed help. “Get out here!”

I took off my shoes and pants. I waded into the water and climbed into the boat. My underwear clung to me. I drove it into the trailer. Got down and hooked it up to the winch.

The woman clapped, “Damn babe! He made that look easy.”

Roy grumbled, “It is easy when you haven’t finished a full bottle of Malibu!”

“You know what Malibu does to me! You couldn’t resist.”

I shouldn’t have, but I asked, “What does Malibu do to you?”

She grinned at me, “You want to tell him Roy?”

Roy said, “Anytime she drinks it, she gets the urge to suck dick in public. I couldn’t resist getting head out there on the lake.”

The woman looked down at my wear boxers clinging to the outline of my cock. “I’m getting urge again Roy. Do you mind if I thank the young man for the help?”

Roy nudged me, “Take off those wet shorts so you don’t get my seats wet and get in the cab.”

My dick did the thinking again. I pulled down my shorts, watched the blondes eyes widened then climbed into the bench seat of the pickup truck.

Roy on one side, the blonde on the other. She tied back her hair and lowered her head to my lap. Roy had me sit back so he had a good view of his wife or girlfriend sucking my cock. He uttered, “Goddamn son,” when I had fully hardened.

I sit back and let the blonde slurp and stroke. I was in no hurry. I enjoyed the view and relaxed.

Her jaw got tired. She tagged Roy in. Before I could think of rejecting, a drunk man was sucking my cock while his girl gripped me. I closed my eyes and leaned back. His sucking mouth, her stroking hand finally got me over the finish line.

Her mouth replaced his to swallow my cum.

“Thanks again,” they said and kicked me out of the cab. They drove off drunk down the road, leaving me pantless at the public dock.

My underwear was soaked. I pulled on my shorts without them, going commando. It was dark, the mosquitos were out. I sat on the dock and dangled my feet in the water.

A car pulled into the parking lot. Highlights lit me up. The voices of youth filled the air. Counselors out on curfew with a case of beer that has been warming in the trunk.

I knew this could happen. I set myself up for trouble to find me again.

A feminine voice screamed my name so loud, I echoed across the lake.