SUMMER IDYLL

His eyes scanned mindlessly over the rushing water, seeing everything, yet focusing on nothing. He had missed the river since he had been gone the gurgling, hissing sounds that she made as she sped past the banks on her way to the Gulf of Mexico.

It was his summer vacation, his last one before graduation. The other summer he had worked for the government in one of their special intern programs for students, but this year he had to catch up on a couple of credits in order to graduate the next May, so he was staying with his parents while he went to summer school in his home town It had been hard enough for his family to send him away to college during the regular school year; they just couldn’t swing it for the summer semester, too.

“What a fucking dump to be stuck in!” he cursed to himself. His name was Gene, or at least that’s what ho went by. His real name was Willis Eugene Stoner, one hell of a name to be tagged with. It sounds more like a laxative than a person’s name. Constipated? Well, my friends. I’ve got just the thing for you. Just two tiny tablespoons of Willis Eugene Stoner’s Magic Elixir will clear your system, brighten your teeth, and put hair on your chest.

The cobblestone wall by the river was beginning to press hard against Gene’s bull He squirmed to find a more comfortable position. “Goddamnit!” he cussed again. “What’s there to do in this town anyway? By nine o’clock the streets are deserted and everybody’s in bed.”

Grabbing a handful of flat stones, he began flinging them out across the water, trying to make them skip along the current. He threw like a girl, but he didn’t much care anymore. He wasn’t out to impress anyone with a false show of masculinity. If people didn’t want to accept him on his own terms, that was their problem. Shit, he was just there for the summer anyway. Come late August he’d be on his way back to college three hundred miles away. Oh, he didn’t want to do anything that might embarrass his parents; after all they had to live there. But other than that he couldn’t be bothered with the townspeoples’ opinions.

His barrage of rock throwing was interrupted by a pair of lovers who were strolling at the water’s edge. Gene guessed that they were going to summer school, too. There was something about them that reeked of self-conscious college-instilled superiority. Was it her Miss-Pom-Pom-of-Sorority-Row smile or his Big-Man-on Campus swagger? Whatever it was, it was painfully obvious that they were totally wrapped up in their own images. Gene wondered how long it would take their egos to deflate once they were confronted with the real world outside the contrived social system of their college. It required all of the will power Gene could muster to hold onto the rock in his hand when they entered his line of fire.

Giggle, giggle, laugh, kiss, squeeze hands. And then they surreptitiously looked around to make sure that everyone noticed them. Everyone in this case was only Gene, and he pretended to be looking upstream completely unaware of the theatrics of the two collegians.

Well. fuck< They had put on their whole show for nothing not one admiring glance, not even an envious leer. Completely put out by Gene’s seeming disinterest. they departed to search out a more appreciative audience elsewhere.

“Kinda stuck on themselves, aren’t they?”

The sudden voice startled Gene. He jumped slightly, but he didn’t bother to turn around to see who was speaking.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s okay. You didn’t. That is, I just didn’t know anybody else was around. I thought I had the whole river to myself.”

“Do you mind sharing it with me? It’s one of my favorite places. I like to come down here in the evening and watch the sunset reflect in the water. It’s corny, maybe, but what else is there to do around here?”

“I’m afraid you’re a little late tonight. Sunset was half an hour ago.”

“Yeah. I guess it was. It’ll be pitch black in another twenty minutes. I’ll have to try to make it in time tomorrow everting.” There was a pause in the short conversation while the man tried to think ol something to say. “Are you a student here at the college?”

“Son of.” Gene could feel the man’s presence standing over him It made him feel uneasy, as though he were a captive.

“Sort of? What does that mean?”

“I’m only here as a transfer student for the summer semester.” The discomfort of having the man looming over him became unbearable for Gene. He jerked around with an air of defiance to confront his unseen visitor. At once his irked expression softened into a glowing smile.

“I was beginning to wander if you were ever going to turn around,” the man said extending his hand. “Can I help you up?”

Without a word. Gene accepted the hand and let himself be pulled up by a strong, muscular arm. The boy was stunned; he had no idea that there was anyone in the town who was so good looking. “Is anything the matter?” the man asked.

Gene’s head nodded no.

“Then you’d better close your mouth. Your lower jaw seems to be drooping.” Gene clicked his teeth together, embarrassed at his blatant fascination with the man’s appearance. But why shouldn’t he have been fascinated? The man was a marvel by any standards.

“My name’s Lance Carteau,” the man said, still holding Gene’s hand. The grip was firm and sure.

“I’m Gene Stoner,” the boy answered, belatedly thinking to shake the hand that was coupled with his. Gene simply couldn’t drag his eyes away from the man’s darkly handsome face. The two gray eyes were set under bushy brows that made him seem both sinister and cuddly. His finely chiseled nose overhung a beautifully bowed upper lip and a deeply cleft chin. To frame the portrait was a head of long, silken black hair that tossed carelessly in the breeze that hushed off the river.

Lance’s body was no less intriguing than his face. Even though he was wearing loose fitting clothes, it was obvious that the man had a well developed set of muscles. Gene couldn’t resist checking out Lance’s crotch. Goddamn! His pants were too fucking loose to show any kind of an outline; they had no intention of giving away their secret. Lance caught the meaning of Gene’s uncontrolled gaze.

“I suppose this town must be a bit quiet for you after being used to a big university city,” Lance remarked.

“It has been so far,” the boy replied, hoping that his new acquaintance would change that rather major flaw in the town’s composition.

“We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” Lance offered as he put his arm around Gene’s shoulder in a most masculine manner, much in the way a man would rest his arm on a brother’s shoulder. Certainly there was nothing in the gesture that any of the Midwestern townsfolk would find suspect.

Gene smiled. “Yeah, I guess we will.” He liked the feel of the hard body bumping up against his as they walked up the steep river bank to the street level. By the time they reached their cards. Gene had a full-fledged hard-on.

“I’ll tell you what. If you don’t have anything planned for this evening, why don’t you come over to my place for a little while? We could have a drink and listen to some records, or whatever,” Lance said.

Gene wanted to kick himself. He had promised his mother that he would take her to see some god-awful Liz Taylor movie that night. Just his luck! His first chance in two weeks to have some fun, and he had to spend it with his mother in a dark theater. “Gee, I’m really sorry, but I’ve got to take my mother to the show tonight.” Gene wished that he could have sounded more convincing. He thought Lance looked skeptical. “You do understand, don’t you?”

“Sure. Sure. I do,” Lance answered. “Maybe some other time.”

Gene wanted to ask “when?”—to set up a definite date —but he didn’t have the nerve. All he did was shuffle his feet and look down at the ground.

“Well, see you around,” Lance said as he gave Gene a farewell pat on the back.

“Sure, see you around,” the boy answered back feeling totally dejected.

The movie that Gene took his mother to see that night was dreadful. Even Mrs. Stoner hated it. And on top of that the popcorn was greasy, the Cokes were flat, and the lemon drops were covered with lint, as if someone had carried them around in his pocket with a wadded up Kleenex The whole night was a complete wash-out all the way around.

The next day Gene brooded over his lost chance with Lance. He spent both of his lecture periods doodling along the margins of his note book instead of listening to the professors. He drew bulbous flowers, furry monsters, and long, thick cocks. A curious neighbor sitting at the desk next to his couldn’t resist copping a look at his sketches; when she saw the dicks, she let out an aborted scream. The entire class turned in her direction. Immediately she tried to make the scream into a series of coughs, but no one was convinced. No matter; the bell rang to signal the end of the lecture anyway. As he was getting his books together to leave, Gene looked the girl straight in the eye and burst forth with a raucous laugh.

“Pervert!” the coed hissed indignantly.

Gene just kept on laughing.

At supper that evening Gene picked at his food taking only a mouthful of this and another of that.

“What’s the matter?” his mother asked. “Have too much junk this afternoon?”

“I guess so.” Gene lied. The plain truth was that he was hornier than he was hungry. His mind kept leading back to the evening before—and Lance. What was it that Lance had said? Something about watching the sunset on the river and that since he had missed seeing it, he would try again the following night? That was itl Yeah, he said he’d be back the next night to see the sun go down.

It was only a few minutes till sunset. If he got in the car and raced down to the banks, he’d be there just in time to meet Lance. He bolted up from the dinner table.

“Dad, can I have the car for a while?”

“What’s the big rush, Gene? Sit down and finish your meal.”

“Please. Dad,” Gene begged. “I’m not really hungry anyway.”

“Relax. Whatever it is that’s got you going, it can’t be that urgent. You’re gonna get indigestion if you don’t watch out.”

“Please.”

“All right. If your mother doesn’t have anything planned,” he agreed, handing over the car keys.

“Go ahead,” Mrs. Stoner gave in as Gene pecked her cheek.

In five minutes Gene was able to make it to the river, although he did have to run two red lights to do it. He parked the car and walked down the cobblestone waterfront. He could feel his body trembling slightly with nervousness and excitement.

Sure enough, there was Lance. His form was silhouetted against the orange waters of the Mississippi, feet planted far apart, and his hands resting confidently on his hips as he looked over the current. His was the image of a god surveying the greatness of his creation with a huge amount of pride. “Hi, Lance,” Gene said as he walked up behind the man.

“Hi, Gene,” Lance answered as he continued to gaze over the river. “How was the movie last night?” Lance’s manner was casual, as if he had expected Gene to be there.

“Pretty bad. How was your evening?”

“Soso.”

Gene stood quietly, wondering how he could tactfully lead the conversation into another invitation from Lance to spend the evening together. As it turned out, he needn’t have worried. Lance had the night already planned.

“Come on. I’ve got a pizza in the oven and a couple of cold beers in the refrigerator waiting for us at my place,” Lance told the boy.

“You knew I’d be here, didn’t you?” Gene asked.

“I sort of thought that you might.”

“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Gene was half pissed at Lance for taking him so for granted.

“No, not sure of myself. Sure of you.”

The two men got in their cars, and Gene followed Lance to his apartment. It was an older building that had been lavishly renovated. Gene was genuinely impressed when he walked through the front door of the man’s apartment on the first floor of the two story building.

“You like it?” Lance asked when he saw Gene’s eyes light up.

Gene nodded. “I like it.”

“Good. I’ll take you on the grand tour later. Right now all I want to show you is the bedroom.”

“But what about the pizza you said was baking? Won’t it burn?”

“Let it,” Lance said as he pulled Gene into his arms and pressed a searing kiss across Gene’s parted lips. “We can always send out for a pizza later on, if that’s what you want.”

At that moment Italian food was the furthest thing from Gene’s mind. His cock was growing by the second. Lance reached down and ran his fingertips along the bulge in the boy’s pants.

“Come on. Let’s get our clothes off and into bed.”

Gene wasn’t about to put up an argument.

In the bedroom Lance yanked off his knit shirt and threw it on top of the dresser; it slid across the highly polished wood and tumbled off the end. He started to unfasten his belt, but Gene intervened. Meticulously, the young fingers pried the buckle apart; the boy was anxious, but he didn’t want to rush. The more time it took, the longer he would be able to enjoy the touch of Lance’s body. Carefully the zipper came undone, and the full sight of Lance’s cock came into view. It was as handsome as the rest of the man. With only half a hard-on, it was already some six inches long and amply thick without being fat.

Gene stuck his tongue out and ran it over the beautifully rounded head. The warmth caused the rod to surge to full erection. Without warning, the boy choked the whole of the cock into his mouth and down his throat.

“Oh. wow!” Lance panted as he let his slacks drop down around his ankles. Grab bing hold of Lance’s firm buttocks. Gene began charging up and down on the dick, sucking, licking and slurping.

“Slow down there a minute.” Lance said as he pushed Gene away. “You’re going to have me shooting off before I even get you undressed.”

The boy lay down on the bed and let his friend begin taking off his clothes. Piece by piece the things were shed, and in a matter of two minutes Gene was lying completely naked on the mattress.

Lance stepped back to get a good look at his trick for the night. He was far from displeased with what he saw. Gene had the firm slender boy of a boy who was on the verge of flowering into a very attractive young man. His smooth chest showed signs of growing into hard shapely pectorals; his stomach was flat and his hips narrow. Between his legs was as fine as cock as anyone could wish for It wasn’t enormous, but it was more than a mouthful.

Lance bent down and rubbed his face in Genes crotch. His tongue lashed out against the spherical balls that hung beneath the pale rod. Instinctively Gene raised his legs to let Lance’s mouth travel closer to his ass. And Lance took advantage of the new position, savoring the salty taste of the youth’s body.

Lance pulled his head away and looked into Gene’s eyes. “I want your asshole.”

“It’s yours,” came the unhesitating reply.

Lance fell down on Gene and landed a breathtaking kiss on the boy. His hairy, muscular chest lay heavily on Gene’s body, but Gene didn’t complain. He enjoyed the force of the man’s weight pressing against him.

Silently Lance got up to find a tube of lubricant, and Gene rolled over on his stomach. When Lance returned, he was greeted by the sight of the boy’s two rounded buns rising from the bed.

“God. That’s beautiful,” he murmured to himself as he unscrewed the cap of the K-Y. Putting a glob on his index finger, he gently ran his hand along the crack in the boy’s ass. When he hit upon the warm, moist center, he poked his finger inside to smear the goo around the rim of Gene’s sphincter muscle The asshole virtually seemed to grab hold of the finger and suck it inside. The spongy tissue of the interior felt great to his probing digit.

He rubbed a generous amount of the lubricant on his cock and pointed the tip at the entrance to the anal orifice “Ready?” he asked Gene.

“Oh, god, yes,” the boy answered enthusiastically.

Carefully Lance pushed forward. The outer muscles relaxed to let the bloated head of the man’s cock enter. Inch by inch the machine drilled deeper into Gene’s body. Finally the cock was lodged in up to the hilt After giving Gene a minute to become accustomed to the intrusion, Lance began the in and out fucking motions.

The sides of the boy’s anus grabbed and caressed the long shaft as it glided back and forth in the tunnel. Gene moaned with pleasure. Lance, on the other hand, wasn’t making a sound. He was too concerned with his performance to worry about manufacturing sound effects.

As the pressure began to build up in his balls, Lance pumped bis hard cock faster and faster into the adoring ass. An overpowering tingle began to make itself felt on the underside of the man’s prick. He fucked with more deliberateness as he felt the ecstasy of climax flood over him.

In and out, back and forth, up and down he jerked as the white jism exploded from his cockhead. Spurt after spurt ran up the inside of Gene’s gut.

When it was all over with, Lance withdrew and rolled over on his back next to Gene. Gene smiled with total contentment; not only was there a load of cum up his ass, but there was another load puddled underneath him. He had been able to come expertly at the same time as Lance was shooting his wad.

As the two men lay silently playing finger games on each other’s bodies, the acrid aroma of scorched pizza began to filter into the bedroom. So what? Like Lance said, they could always send out for a pizza.

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t going to be such a dull summer for Gene after all.