"That works great, thanks Mr Harding."
Mr Harding thanked me and said goodbye to my Mom before heading back next door. "He's such a nice man and that's wonderful that they invited you." my Mom said dreamily as she headed back into the kitchen. She always got this way around "Mr July". Ugh.
Friday rolled around quickly and I found myself on the way to the Harding's cabin with Mr and Mrs Harding in the front seat, and Emma and I in the back. Emma was friendly but distant as she played on her phone most of the ride to the lake. I was fine with that as it gave me an opportunity to secretly admire her sexy long legs and firm breasts. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and I could clearly see her nipples. I knew I didn't have a chance with her but I tried to keep my chest out and my biceps flexed whenever she glanced my way. Unfortunately, that didn't happen often, nor did it seem to make a difference.
Once we got to the cabin, we worked together to set up tables, decorate, and do some food prep. It wasn't long before Mr Harding said, "That's enough for the day. Why don't we all grab a beer and go for a swim?" We readily agreed and I headed to the bunkhouse to change into swim shorts, along with Mr. Harding's brother Will and his son Rory. There were six of us lodging in the bunkhouse including Mr Harding, Will, Rory, Kevin's grandfather, and Kevin when he arrived tomorrow. The ladies were in the main cabin. It looked like it was going to be a hot, sunny weekend, perfect for a party.
A bunch of us were splashing around in the lake near the dock when I heard Mr Harding arrive at the dock. He had changed into a pair of snug, well worn board shorts and my eye was drawn to what looked like a sizeable package positioned mostly down one leg of his shorts as he walked towards us. I had never noticed how well endowed he was! My thoughts were cut off as he walked to the edge of the dock and dove into the lake with a loud splash. I shook my head wondering why I was even thinking about Mr Harding's dick. Yeah, he was a handsome guy but I never really thought about guys that way. I tried to shrug it off but then noticed how much more revealing his shorts had become once he climbed back out of the water. You could clearly see the head of his large penis pressed against the worn fabric, and what had to be a hefty set of balls. How big was he? Was I the only one seeing this? For the rest of the day, I caught myself trying to get a better glimpse of what Mr Harding was packing as we prepared dinner, had a few more beers, and spent the evening around the fire pit. Mr Harding stayed in his swim trunks but eventually threw on a t-shirt as the night cooled. I think he might have caught me checking out his bulge at least once when he was handing me a beer, but I quickly looked away. What the hell was I doing? I needed to get a grip. When I glanced back he was looking at me and smiling as he took another gulp of beer. What did that look mean? Shit.
The evening progressed with many laughs and probably too much beer. Mr Harding was feeling no pain towards the end of the night as he sat across from me at the fire pit. He had his hand resting on his sizeable bulge and I thought I caught him scratching himself a few times too many while smiling at me but to be honest, I had drank too much by then and things were a bit fuzzy. Eventually everyone starting making their way to bed with most of the guys heading up to the bunkhouse laughing and trying not to trip in the dark. Mr Harding was making sure the fire was out and checking on the boat. The bunkhouse had 3 sets of upper and lower bunks, with one on the left and one the right as you walked in, and a third set at the end against a window. Mine was the lower bunk at the end, with Will and his son on the left, and Kevin's grandfather on the right on the lower bunk. I assumed Mr Harding would take the upper right and Kevin would be on the bunk above me at the end when he arrived tomorrow.
I got into bed, stripping down to my briefs as it was still warm in the bunkhouse. Everyone else was doing the same as we settled into our bunks and turned off the lights. I was lightly dozing when I heard someone stumbling and cursing at the door. It was Mr Harding trying to negotiate his way from the door to his bunk in the dark. There was a small amount of moonlight filtering in through the window above me so I could make out Mr Harding's form as he walked slowly and somewhat drunkenly towards the end bunk. Shit, Mr Harding was heading for the bunk above me instead of the one by the door. Oh well, I guess it didn't really matter. I heard a few more quiet curses as he turned and stripped off his bathing suit while he tried to find some shorts to put on. Eventually I heard an exasperated "Fuck it". Through my slightly open eyes, I could see Mr Harding was now facing me standing naked with his hefty cock inches from my face while he straighten his sleeping bag on the upper bunk. It was dark but I could see enough from the light coming through the window to tell he was huge, about 5 or 6 inches long flaccid but thick with big round balls pushing his dick outwards. Inexplicably, I felt myself getting hard as I tried to look closer while pretending to be asleep. I heard him curse and whisper, "Sorry Nathan" as he bumped into the lower bunk with his shin. He seemed to take forever to get organized while his dick swung in my face but eventually, he scratched his balls a few times before hefting himself up onto the upper bunk. I let out my breath and tried to relax but all I could think of was Mr Harding lying naked on the upper bunk with his big beefy cock out in the open. I was confused and horny as fuck.
With the warm night, I had my sleeping bag open and it was dark enough that I felt safe reaching down to stroke my cock through my shorts as Mr Harding settled into his bunk. I needed to rub one out badly but it was going to have to wait with the close sleeping quarters. Eventually, I must have drifted off despite my persistent hard-on.
I woke up later to the sound of snoring in the bunkhouse. Mr Harding was shifting again but it sounded like he was mumbling in his sleep. The bunks were old and primitively built with wooden slats placed about 1 or 2 inches apart forming a frame for a thin foam mattress on top. It was functional but nothing fancy. Normally, only the kids would sleep in the bunkhouse. From what I could tell in the dim light, it looked like Mr Harding had managed to push the flimsy mattress up against the wall with his sleeping bag partially hanging off the edge of the bunk on the open side with his restless sleep. I could actually see his naked butt and muscular thighs pressed between the exposed wooden slats as he lay on his back. It looked super uncomfortable but it sounded like he was out cold based on his snoring. As I lay there hard, horny and frustrated with flashes of a nude Mr July above me, he shifted once more and rolled onto his stomach. In the moonlight, I realized I was now looking at Mr Harding's hairy chest between the slats with his cock and balls partially visible between two of the boards that were positioned a bit wider apart than the rest. I strained to get a better look at what had earlier caught my attention. With another half-mumbled grunt, Mr Harding shifted upwards and suddenly his hefty cock and balls were swinging down and through the slats and now dangling above me. Oh my god, the moonlight through the window perfectly highlighted every inch of what Mr Harding had to offer. Was this really happening? His cock looked a bit thicker than earlier but was mostly soft with his large balls hanging low in the heat.
I was fascinated by this turn of events and tried to absorb as much as I could, although still uncomfortable with my sudden and new interest in cock. He mumbled and snored lightly as he shifted with his torso firmly pressed against the slats. His slight movement rocked his impressive cock as he said what sounded like, "uh...yeah..." in his sleep. Was he dreaming about sex? Was he getting harder? Yes! As I watched, he quietly groaned and thrust himself against the frame with his dick beginning to lengthen and thicken. I tried to make sense of his mumbling to figure out what he was dreaming about. It had to be a good dream as his cock grew slowly until it was rock-hard and angled towards me. It had to be at least 9" long and I was surprised by how beautiful it was. I could barely breathe in my excitement. I quietly sat up so I could get a better look at the hard piece of meat staring back at me. I heard some more mumbling and what might have been "Nathan..." What the hell, was he dreaming about me? Why was this turning me on so much?
My cock was hard and sticking out of my briefs as I stroked myself while trying to see as much as I could. Aware of the others sleeping in the bunkhouse, I was making an effort to be super quiet while listening for any changes in breathing. With Mr Harding's sleeping bag partially hanging over the edge of the upper bunk, it mostly hid his rigid dick from view if anyone happened to look our way but I was pretty sure everyone was asleep and it was too dark to see much anyway.
