As he was playing with my sweaty nipples and chest hair, a drunken realization slowly materialized. We can’t go back to my parents’ party looking like this! “Can you swim?” I asked. Because it was a very hot night and we needed it anyway.

The water was cool and refreshing as we splashed around and rinsed each other off. We embraced and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine in the cool dark water. We held each other in the water, both of us with growing hard cocks again when we heard it – thunder!

We swam back to shore as fast as we could but barely made it to the dock when the first drops of rain started falling. A crack of lightning filled the sky. We grabbed our clothes and ran to the boathouse to wait out the storm if possible. The rain started out slowly but quickly intensified into a torrential downpour. I looked over at Julian and saw that broad, gleaming perfect smile. We were still out of our clothes and I wanted some light. I found a small battery powered lantern hanging on a hook by the door. It cast a warm glow on us as we cuddled together, still dripping after our swim in the lake. It was cooler inside the boathouse.

It was quite a sight to behold! Water dripped off his body in little rivers onto the floor. His thick, wavy black hair was now wet and in a sexy disarray. The dim light outlined every muscular curve on his naked body. His eyes sparkled as he stared at me. The hair on his chest was matted down sleekly against his body and I followed it down its path past his chiseled abs to the dark patch of hair surrounding his erect penis.

His soft hand reached and he stroked my side. His soft voice was now a whisper as he asked me to come closer.  He pulled my slippery wet body against his and I could see that his animal lust was now replaced by tenderness. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked. I stared at him in wonderment. “I know I am making an ass of myself but…I fell for you the first time I saw you,” he finished, shyly.

I had a dim recollection of our first meeting. I suppose I picked up a funny vibe when we first shook hands. He didn’t release it right away and I felt somehow exposed and vulnerable, as if he knew or wanted to know my inner most secrets. However, his cool and aloof manner towards his sister (my then fiancé) gave me the impression that he intensely disapproved of me and I felt quite inadequate. Over the years, I kept my distance from him, mistaking his desire for distain. I now began to realize that it was my attraction to him that made