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The sun crested the trees, turning the lake into a sheet of molten gold, and I couldn't shake the buzz humming through my veins. Greg's arm was still slung around my waist, his skin sticky with sweat

The sting from Gina's spanks lingered on my ass like a promise, each cheek throbbing hot as I hauled myself out of the shallow water. The lake's edge was a mess of slick rocks and mud, but I didn't ca

The water felt like silk against my skin as we waded in, the cool rush chasing away the sticky heat clinging to us from the grass. Greg led the way, his slim back cutting through the surface, moonligh

The grass was still damp under my palms, sticking to my skin as we lay there in a sweaty tangle, the lake's edge lapping at our feet like it was trying to cool us down. Greg's chest heaved against my

Gina's fingers overlapped mine on Greg's cock, her nails grazing my skin as we both squeezed, feeling the heat pulse through that rigid little shaft. It was barely four inches, but fuck, it throbbed l

Gina's whisper hung in the humid air like a dare, her shoulder pressing against mine as we crouched there, the rough bark of the tree digging into my knee. Greg was still sprawled on that boulder, leg

The moon hung low that next night, fat and mocking like it knew all our secrets, casting silver streaks across the lake's surface as I slipped out of the house. Gina's arrival was tomorrow, her texts

The next morning hit like a fever dream, my sheets tangled from another night of replaying Greg's helpless moans, that four-inch dick pulsing against my skin. God, I couldn't shake him—his beautiful f

The afternoon sun had barely dipped when I started plotting, my mind replaying that lake fuck like a loop—Greg's small dick sliding in so perfectly, our bodies slick and spent on the grass. Unsure if

My parents' tires crunched over the gravel driveway that morning, their goodbye waves fading into the distance as the house emptied out. Finally alone, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my

The next night hit like a fever dream, my body still humming from the taste of Greg's come and the way his tongue had unraveled me on that grassy bank. I'd spent the day dodging my parents' questions

All day, I'd been replaying that handjob like a looped reel in my head—Greg's tiny dick twitching in my fist, how it barely filled my palm even when it stiffened to its full four inches. The power of

Greg's eyes bulged like he'd swallowed a lemon whole, his whole body locked up on that rocky bank, one hand mashed over his crotch while the other flailed for balance. Water still trickled down his le

The whole damn day dragged like a bad hangover, my brain stuck on that swimming hole and the way Greg's body cut through the water last night. I'd replayed it nonstop—his broad shoulders slicing the s

The summer heat clung to the air like a lover who wouldn't let go, even after midnight at the lake house. You'd tossed and turned in your bed, the sheets twisting around your legs, your mind buzzing w

Alan couldn't deny the pull of that afternoon's haze, the way Alice's touch had rewritten his doubts into something almost poetic. Days blurred into a rhythm of stolen glances across the quad, her ske

Alan couldn't shake the memory of that Saturday session, the way the chill had amplified his every insecurity, turning his body into a canvas for whispers and sketches. A week later, as he navigated t

Owen strode through the mall like he owned the polished tile floors, his broad shoulders cutting a path amid the weekend crowd. At six-foot-three, with a swimmer's lean muscle rippling under his fitte

Owen sliced through the water like a shadow in the dead of night, the university pool's surface rippling under the harsh fluorescent lights that buzzed like distant insects. It was one of those humid

The summer air hung thick and sticky around Camp Willowbrook, the kind of heat that turned the lake into a steamy mirror and made every breath feel like sucking on a wet rag. Owen had always been the

Alan lingered by his Jeep a moment longer than necessary, the autumn leaves skittering across the parking lot like mischievous confetti from some forgotten parade. The sun had dipped just enough to pa

--- The lake water lapped lazily against the shore, the kind of slow, rhythmic pulse that made the summer air feel even thicker. The camp had settled into that quiet hum of late-night exhaustion, whe

--- The sun hung heavy over the lake, turning the water into a sheet of molten glass that shimmered with every ripple. Callie adjusted the straps of her backpack, her dark hair sticking to the back o

Alan sauntered into the college art studio, his broad shoulders filling the doorway like he owned the place. At nineteen, with tousled brown hair and an athletic build honed from endless pickup basket