It was summer break and I was at my parent’s cottage. It’s a lovely place by a large lake, and I always enjoy my summers swimming, hiking, and boating. It was a hot August night; the moon was full. I decided around ten o’clock to take a walk and headed for my special swimming hole. It was about half a mile around the lake and was situated in a little bay, secluded from the whole world – or so it seemed. I used to spend many hours swimming and daydreaming in my little paradise. It was a beautiful night, the moon was so bright it was easy to walk on the little trail in the woods. I was feeling great – I was nineteen and life was great.
I finally came to the little hill that bordered my spot, and got quite a shock. Someone was down there. I couldn’t believe it. I was hoping to be alone and maybe jerk off by the light of the moon. But then I got a good look at him. He was six-one or two, had short-cropped blond hair, a face and – even with his clothes on – a body to die for. He was lying down, leaning on his backpack, so I figured he was a camper just
passing by. He was staring out at the lake and seemed to be resting from a long day’s walk. He kicked off his sneakers and rubbed his feet in the hot sand. He had on an old pair of cutoffs and a white tee shirt. Even from the distance, I could tell he had a strong, muscled body.