Les made a call to one of his fellow cabin owners at the lake. "Julia, Les Craven here. I won't be joining you at the brunch Saturday, but I'm letting an acquaintance use the cabin in my stead. His name is Matt Hudson. Can you accommodate him Saturday?"
"Of course. If you vouch for him, I'm sure we can. How do you know him."
"His father was a contractor and when he needed an architect, he called me. Matt is about your age and if he's a chip off the old block, he may be that boyfriend you've been looking for since your divorce."
"Anything else you can tell me about him?"
"He's a good carpenter for someone who never made a career of it. He may help you restore your cabin. I'll leave you with that. The grandchildren are calling. Oh, one other thing. I told him to look for you or Marie at the brunch."
"Fine. I'll tell Marie. See ya' Les and thanks! "
The next day was Friday. Matt had packed what he thought he would need in his truck by four in t he afternoon. He had anticipated a visit to Les' cabin for about three months. He needed this visit to blow of some steam in his own unique way. He arrived before sunset and had ample light to begin the first part of his customary ritual. The weather was perfect and it suited his mood. He put away his food and tossed some other things on the couch. He stripped down and his inhibitions and his clothes hit the floor at the same time. He set up his telescope and then headed to the shower. Once in the shower, his cock was already at its full erect size. He looked down and said, "Hello, old friend." If it had answered, it would have said, 'Let's get this party started!'. He lightly toweled down and continued to the couch for his bag of tricks. With it in hand, he stepped onto the sunlit deck. A beach towel floated down to a well upholstered lounge chair and he took his place on it.
His next move was to take out a bottle of baby oil out of the bag and apply a generous amount to his very hard and eager cock. He soon was enjoying the erotic feelings that were coursing through his body. His head was filled with images of a petite, amply built brunette who needed no name. Within a few more strokes, his fantasy companion was saying 'Your cock is the only one that my pussy will accept. Fuck me, Baby! You're what I need!' He began writhing in orgasm and his cum spewed onto his hand, his arm, his chest, and the towel. He reluctantly toweled it off, tasting a little along the way. He set up his telescope and had a look around. The sun was setting so he opted for the bedroom as a place to spend the rest of the evening. He read a book he had brought and when he came to some unexpectedly erotic passages, he softly rubbed his cock and read until slumber overtook him.
In the morning, he woke refreshed and very relaxed. He put on a tee-shirt that was a little too small, but that was all. He made a fresh pot of coffee and again gazed through his telescope. He spotted a nest of hatchling sparrows and enjoyed the antics of a family of squirrels for about 30 minutes and until he noticed it was nearly time for the brunch. He got a quick shower and threw on the rest of his clothes and made it to the brunch after most people.
