Chapter 1

Tab Fuller returned to Sontimore Island in July and was watching me again.I had seen him grow from a boy into a chiseled-hot man throughout the past ten years.He was a sexy thing along the private beach,and sometimes dick-hard in the summer months,a wild thing in nature who liked to tease me with his suntanned muscles.The young man was tongue-wagging beautiful,if the truth be told;someone who caused me to become dick-hard and overheated,even when I was in the shade.I took in his constant stares like soothing medicine,and desired him as much as he desired me.

I lived on the private island in a bungalow along Lake Sontimore in New York.My job was simple of course,until he occasionally came around to visit his wealthy aunt,who owned ninety percent of the island;the young man seemed to always distract me in the most sexual manner.I studied the water for safety:chlorine levels,oxides,currents,temperatures,toxins,bacterial life(pathogens and coliform),and plant life.I had a degree in environmental biology from Temple and specialized in fresh water studies.Clean water was my game;that’s how I made my living for the last eight years.The government paid me to check the water and run tests on its purity.My job entailed daily tests of the fresh water.Thereafter,I sent my results to the mainland for further review at Bressner University near the lake.

What I wanted to test was the blond guy on his beach blanket who had always watched me that summer.He had a deep dark brown suntan,blond hair between his rock-hard pecs,swimming green eyes,approximately twenty-three-years-old,five-eleven frame,hundred and seventy-five pounds of medium muscle,and adorable.He was a temporary visitor from somewhere distant(New York City?Boston?Los Angeles?)and would probably only stay for the summer.I knew his name because I wanted to,because he was sexy,and he made me hard between my legs:Tab Fuller,the nephew of Edith Fuller,one of the wealthiest women in the Sontimore area.

How many scorching days of summer did the guy use me,Wayne Dixon,as his visual object of desire?I was unsure.Maybe a week.Maybe longer.And what exactly did he find so attractive about my thirty-two-year-old frame,two hundred pounds of beefy muscle,onyx-colored crew cut,crystal blue eyes,six-foot structure,and clean-shaven chest?Yes,I was bronze,just like him.And yes,I was handsome,particularly in my canary yellow Rufskin shorts that were too snug,and a white tank that outlined every ripple and curve and bump on my meaty chest.Why had Mr.Sunbather enjoyed admiring me on the beach,day in and day out,when there were others in his wealthy world to study?

That is what I wanted to know.

That is what I would find out.

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(Environmental Notes:the water was seventy-eight degrees in the sun;low chlorine;no sign of any bacteria;current was southwest.Tab was staring at me again,ogling me,taking me in everysecond he could get;treated me as if I were his eye candy;likable me;edible me;had his legs spread open;adjusted his balls and cock inside his teal-colored briefs;maybe just for me;licked his fingertips after he touched himself and—)

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Later that day I suffered from a bit of sunstroke.Water was needed.Rehydration was required.How long had I been out in the July sun?Just about as long as Tab watched me.Two hours.Three hours.Four hours.I didn’t even know.

I became dizzy and had to sit down in the shade.My temperature rose to an exceeding level as I found a beach chair.Perspiration dripped over my face and shoulders.I removed my tight tee and dropped it to the sand,next to one of my cotton towels.I began to shake and the beach turned into three beaches.My eyes closed and—

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He walked up to me on the beach and said,“My aunt knows you.I’m sure she doesn’t think you’re as hot as I do.”

I took in his chiseled body from head to toe,scientifically analyzed his biceps,mounded shoulders,smooth stomach,and the deflated package between his legs.

Edith Fuller’s wealth was unbelievable.Think Hiltons.Think Trumps.The Fullers were right up there,which meant that the guy standing in front of me—that young man who kept watching me and made my private parts vibrate with a sexual sensation—was rich as hell and didn’t have towork a day in his life.

“A lot of people know me.And obviously you want to know me.”

“You’re cocky,”he said,doing a once-over of my bronze body in the beach chair.“I rather like cocky guys.”

“You like cock.That’s what you like.”

His smile caused a ripple of euphoria to ski up and down my spine.The cock in my yellow Rufskin bounced with fresh life,but didn’t grow hard.

“I’ve been studying you,Dixon,just like you study the water here.”

“With a chest like this,tell me what queer wouldn’t want to study me?”I bunched up my fists,lifted my arms,and flexed my biceps like a proud weightlifter,even though I wasn’t.

He moved up to me and leaned over my seated body.His sliver of extended tongue met my chest and dragged over a firm nipple.When he was finished,he admitted,“You taste as good as you look.”

Alone on the beach with him,I pulled his head toward me again and pressed his face between my sweaty and solid pecs.There he licked the surface of my salty skin and breathed on my suntanned flesh.His right hand discovered the lump between my legs,which had swelled by the second.He rolled his fingertips over my package,turning me on.I was hard almost instantly.When he was aware that I had finally sported a full erection,he pulled his hand away.“I made you hard.”

I was a man with needs.One who just happened to be single and enjoyed wealthy blond men with spirals of hair between his swollen pecs,and one with boyishly good looks.My demands were minimal,of course.I didn’t want his money,since I had my own as an environmental biologist.Instead,I wanted his summer hand wrapped around my plump cock and his palm to shift in a speedynorth and south motion,which would inevitably cause me to blow a load.

“I will jack the cream out of you,pal,”he uttered.

“Give it your best shot,”slipped out of my mouth,which was followed by a greedy smile.

“Nice of you to get to your point.”

“Find my point,”I told him,and directed his right hand down to the buoy between my perspiration-coated thighs and inside my Rufskin.

“This is all about you,isn’t it,Mr.Dixon?”Did a laugh escape his lips?I thought so.Did I care?Not really,since I just wanted to get off with him,or on him,whatever it would take todiscover more pleasure.

“Shut up and stroke me off,man.I can’t wait a second longer.”Yes,my tone was rough,but a guy like the wealthy blond enjoyed it that way.He was a player in the world of queer men,and someone who got exactly what he wanted.A little rough instruction never really hurt anyone,right?Particularly not a Fuller nephew with very good looks.

He listened,which was a total surprise for me since rich kids never listened.But Tab was horny,I realized,just like me.The young man wanted to grip my dick inside his hand as much as I wanted him to.Our drives and emotions were comparable if the truth be told.Fucking was not about one’s career or how much an aunt had in her savings account.

He listened because he wanted to feel my white and creamy seed on his fingertips.He craved to smell my spunk.And honestly,he craved to watch the nine-inch spike between my smooth and suntanned legs act like a geyser and squirt out a trio of white arcs of my seed,splatting against his skin,or mine.

I was still seated in the shade,mind you.When I lifted my ass just a little bit,my yellow Rufskin,which concealed a massive cock-bulge,was pulled down to my knees and then my ankles.What stood upright between my legs was an uncut mass of muscle and flesh—a mere toy for the boy-like thing positioned in front of me.

“Stroke it,”I commanded.