The moon glowed in the eastern sky above inky black water. Trees are silhouetted in the distance. The shrill sound of cicadas can be heard. A mild breeze is blowing. There's the distant sound of cars.
Two of us are home from college for the summer. We're lounging in the grass a few feet from our favorite pond.
Jack Young is a strikingly handsome 5 9 sophomore whom I had met back in September when I joined the fraternity. Light brown hair frames his diamond-shaped face. He has blue eyes, full lips and a perfectly straight nose.
I live less than a mile away in my parents' house with a much younger sister. My parents are very conservative, not people to whom I can come out as gay. As far as they know Jack is only a friend. Learning that we are in a sexual relationship since the night we moved into the dorm would most certainly shock them. They, no doubt, would very strongly disapprove of it.
The third guy is Harley, my Labradore Retriever. A lovable dog, he had been playing tug of war for the past couple of minutes, first with Jack then me.
Neither of us were wearing a bathing suit under our jeans as we had not planned to go for a swim. That said, we sometimes do things spontaneously.
Harley had waded into the water and was looking toward dry ground as though he wanted us to join him.
After looking at the dog for a second or two I stripped and waded into waist depth water. Jack followed without hesitation.
For a second or two Jack and I gazed into each other's eyes. The look gave way to an open-mouthed kiss.
Jack dipped into the water. I followed his lead touching his bare ass. We soon resurfaced close by each other touching one another.
We waded back to the dry land to sit and stare into each other's eyes. He eased me onto my back putting his thick cock deep inside me. I grunted softly with each thrust of his penis.
Seconds ticked away becoming minutes. My boyfriend sat upright, white goop dripping from the pink head. A second or two passed then he stood up and helped me to my feet.
Having satisfied our sexual needs, we got dressed quickly.
As we started on the path for home he took my hand in a tight grip.
I asked, "have you heard from Jay recently."
"Not recently," said Jack.
"Someone told me that he's seeing some dude named Paul."
Jason Matthews is a brawny former varsity football player whom Jack and I met when pledging to the fraternity. Like both of us, he had kept his true sexuality hidden from his classmates in high school.
Morning at my parent's home saw Jack, my dad and me arriving on the golf course not far from where I live. My boyfriend peered across the fairway before swinging the club. We all watched the trajectory of the ball.
I said, "you learn fast."
"I was on the golf team in high school."
I gave him a look. "How come you never told me?"
"You never asked."
An overcast morning saw Jack and me playing Risk on the table in the porch when my cell phone rang in my pocket. Caller I D said Jason Matthews.
