again, pulled the T-shirt on, and tucked it into his jeans. I didn't dare look, but I felt myself getting harder and harder, and I really regretted not putting underwear on. Pete seemed oblivious to my discomfort. I tried to think of something to get me out of this awkward situation before he noticed my arousal.

"We'd better go hang the sail,” I said, as the rain had stopped and the light was rapidly fading. I headed for the back door, Pete following silently. Our sneakers were where we had kicked them off, still soaked. I had a pair of school shoes back there, but knew my folks would kill me if I got them wet. I grabbed my tall, black, harness-style motorcycle boots (they're waterproof anyway, I thought), and handed Pete a pair of black hip waders that my Dad and I wore to clean the beach. I sat down on a bench to pull my boots on, tucking my jeans into them, and was uncomfortably aware of Pete's closeness beside me.

I was still struggling with my boots when Pete stood up and turned to face me. On me, those hip waders were a loose fit, but Pete's muscular thighs nearly filled them, and in the fading light, they looked for all in the world like a pair of black leather chaps. His huge balls were right at my eye level, and his now-mostly-erect cock was so long, the head of it was tucked into the boots. After my initial glance, I tried to keep my eyes down, but it was no use - my cock was getting harder and harder. All I could think of was his girlfriend, and whether he let her suck that beautiful cock of his.

Pete turned to the coat rack, and helped himself to my prized black leather biker jacket. He tossed my old Levi's jacket to me and said, "I hope you don't mind wearing this, but I really want to try out your leather jacket"

I certainly wasn't about to argue, and just mumbled "Yeah, sure..." and pulled the jacket on before continuing with my boots. But the jean jacket fit me pretty snugly, and the T-shirt was bunched up underneath it.

"Uh, the T-shirt looks pretty silly like that" Pete said, and my ears burned. 'Silly?' I thought. Is he making a 'you look gay' comment, I wondered? The T-shirt was way too big and floppy to tuck into my jeans.

"Yeah, I guess" I said, and pulled the jean jacket off, took my T-shirt off, and put the jacket back on. Pete paid no attention; he was looking out the door at the shoreline.

Pete headed out the door, and I quickly followed him, grateful that he was leading the way, so that I didn't have to stare at his crotch and he couldn't see my stiffie. "We'd better go try and find those lifejackets while there's still some light" Pete said, and headed to the east end of our property.

"O.K." I said, tagging along.

Now the east end of our lot bordered onto an open, low-lying field.  The ground was soft there to begin with, and the rain had turned it into a giant mud puddle. Pete headed right out into the mud, and I followed him, thinking he must know where the lifejackets had blown. The mud quickly became ankle-deep, then calf-deep, and then Pete was in mud up to his knees. I hesitated, being