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Today is a normal summer day not unlike many others. It is a hot, sunny day in mid-June, with the temperature being in the mid 90's. Since it is my day off and I have nothing to do, I decide to go to the lake near my house to sunbathe and take a dip. So I grab my raft and some suntan oil and head off to the lake.

I arrive a few minutes later, and as usual the lake is quiet. The lake is behind a subdivision near my home, but not many people even know it exists -- except for a few people who try to fish in it from time to time or come for an occasional swim. I undress at the edge of the lake and smooth on some oil -- not for the protection so much as the fact that I enjoy the feel of the oil on my skin -- and then I get on the raft and slowly paddle out about midway in the lake. I lay on the raft absorbing the soothing rays of the early afternoon sun, the warmth beating down on my body. It is so quiet that I feel I could almost go to sleep.

Just as I rolled over onto my back to tan the front of my body , a boy appears at the edge of the lake carrying a rod and tackle box. I normally can hear anyone who approaches the lake and have time to slip into the water if needed or slip to the shore and get some clothes, but I guess I had drifted off for a minute and hadn't heard the boy approaching. He didn't say a word to me, but only reached in his tackle box, withdrew a lure to attach to the end of his rod, and quietly began fishing in the lake. I pretended at first that I had not seen him, because I really didn't want to act embarrassed and get dressed to leave, and I was curious to see what he would do.

A while later I turned back over on my stomach, and then I looked his way and acknowledged that I saw him. He spoke, acting as if absolutely nothing were unusual about my nudity. We talked for a couple of minutes, and then he returned to his fishing. I watched him some distance away. He appeared to be 18-20 years old, about 5'10" and 160 pounds. He was lean -- but relatively muscular, with light brown hair. He knew what to wear -- the tee-shirt and jeans that he was wearing fit close enough to inspire imagination, but not tight enough to be tacky.

A few minutes passed, and the boy had no luck fishing. He lay down his pole and walked away from the edge of the lake. He removed his sweat-soaked shirt to reveal a tanned, well- developed chest, almost devoid of hair. He sat down and removed his shoes and sat on the bank for a few moments. Then he stood, unbuttoned his pants and removed them, placing them carefully on the bank. His body was beautiful. He had a well-defined butt that looked as good out of the jeans as it had in them. His thick cock hung limp, and it was quite clear the he was equipped to handle any situation. He walked into the edge of the water and then swam out into the lake. After swimming for a few minutes alone, he swam towards me and began talking again -- still showing no sign of interest in me, just acting as if nudity and skinny-dipping were the absolute normal thing to do there (which there are at times).

About a minute or two passed, and he reached for me and began to caress my buttocks gently. He then probed my body with his hands, touching every inch of it with his compassionate caress. He reached for my no rock-hard cock and caressed it, gently at first, then with increasing intensity. I slid off into the water and gave him the raft, and then did the same to him. As we caressed on the lake and exchanged blow jobs, I thought of how this was the most fabulous sexual experience short of intercourse in my entire life.

As we dressed and parted, he said not a word to me. I know almost nothing about him, except that he was visiting for the summer and was not from my area. I have never seen him again, and I don't even know his full name, but it was a day that I will NEVER forget. Even today, I wait for another sunny midsummer day that I can go to the lake and dream...or maybe more...