The Randolph family, Emily, John and their eighteen-year-old son Jerrold, had recently bought the house next to us at the lake. My mom, Jean Fitzgerald, being the lake's leading, social, busy bee that she is, had already become bosom buddies with Emily Randolph and had gotten all the poop.
"Sandy," she said, "You and Jerrold next door are the same age, you know." I waited for the next shoe to drop. I'd gone down a similar road with her quite a few times. "I was speaking with his mother," she went on, being well aware that I knew what was coming, "And she was telling me how terribly shy poor Jerrold was and how he had such a very hard time making friends."
"Okay, so?" I asked.
"Don't you think it would be sweet if you could make an effort and get to know him...I'm sure he'll like you and value your friendship. And besides," She added, "there aren't that many young people here at the lake.
That's was why I ended up rowing the boat while a stranger, with a cock outline in his swim suit that had my mouth watering, sat on the stern seat. I couldn't have asked for more beautiful scenery. Though he wasn't more than five-feet-nine inches tall, Jerrold had a magnificent body that made him seem a giant.
"You've got a great build, Sandy," he remarked to me. "I guess you must work out a lot, Huh?" I couldn't believe this Adonis was talking to me.
"You'd better see an optometrist, Jerrold, before you need a guide dog," I said, laughing, "I hope I didn't embarrass ya, staring at ya, like I was...I don't come close to you when it comes to muscles."
"I know my mom and your's have been talking," Jerrold said, "I hope you haven't been pressured to be my friend. I'd feel very uncomfortable if I thought that was the case."
"My mom asked me to try to get to know you, but I'm glad she did...yeah, I think you're ok." I was genuinely enthusiastic and looked forward to knowing him better. His thick, dark, gelled hair looked fantastic in the brilliant sunshine. A cute, radiant, baby face, though he was eighteen, made it difficult to believe he was a day over sixteen. "I'll guess they give you rough time when ya try to get into a bar or a club, huh? Ya look like a kid."
"Ya can't imagine the amount of proof I have to show." His laugh showed gleaming, pearly teeth. "What's your real, first name? I'm sure yer called sandy because of your hair colour, right?
"Yeah, my real name is Shane."
"Ya like livin' here?"
"Yeah...I love it. Being right on the water is awesome. You'll love it, too, Jer."
"Even in the dead of winter?" He asked, sceptically.
"There can be a few crappy bits 'n pieces, but all in all, I still love it...the winters aren't that long, anyhow... Wait'll ya see my swimmin' spot, man, it's terrific."
"Is it far?"
"We're almost there...See the flat rocks over there," "I said, pointing out the ledge rocks.
"It's too bad motor-boats aren't allowed, it'd be much faster."
"The ledge rocks are as great as they are because motor-boats are banned...there's never anybody else around. It's lake's end. There aren't any homes or cottages because it's too far and desolate. The older folks don't wanna do all that rowing...Are you into diving, Jer?"
"Yeah, I'm not that good at it though. I never was much interested in athletic stuff."
"The ledge rocks are as flat as a pool table, and there are two levels. So you've got two different heights to dive from; and nobody really knows how deep it is...Wait'll ya get up there, you'll freak out."
Easing the boat between the rocks as we neared the shore, Jerrold had to squeeze by me to get to the bow. He'd been so close to me that I'd had to fight myself to keep from licking at that cock outline in his swim suit. His fragrance that lingered, even after he'd stepped into the water, raised my cock to a new high.
We climbed the hill to the first of the three levels. "Is this high enough for you, Jer," I asked, "it's about nine feet...do want to go up another level?"
