Lake House Virgin

Author’s Note:

I’d like to thank my editor, Rip_isback, for his expert editing and advice.

Lake House Virgin:

I had just finished jerking off and I was lying here on my bed trying to piece together “What went wrong; why am I still a virgin at eighteen?” I am a pretty good looking dude if I do say so myself; 6’2″ tall, dark wavy hair, blue eyes, handsome face, athletic build. I work on my body; lifting at the gym, running and biking. Why couldn’t I have scored at least once during high school? High school is over now, I just graduated last week. My chance to score during those four influential years is over.

Ok, I admit it to myself, ‘ I’m a little shy when it comes to girls. A LITTLE! You think!’ The other half of my brain chided my first half. It’s like I have two minds, one half of my brain thinks one way and is always trying to tell the other half what to do. The trouble is, I can’t figure out which half is which, right or left? One half is bold and wants action, the other half is timid and reserved. The reserved half usually wins for some reason. I spent my whole school career afraid of rejection. There, I said it, ‘I’m afraid of rejection.’ I need to get over this somehow. This fear of rejection has cost me dearly.

Oh, I know there are other 18 year old virgins, I just never thought as myself as one of them.

I don’t know why I hadn’t had any girlfriends in school. I just never fit in with any of the cliques at school, I was always a loner. Sure I had a few friends, but they were no help getting me laid as they are virgins themselves.

There is a knock on my bedroom door, “Robert? You in there?”

“Yes.”

“Can I come in? Are you decent?”

I pull my shorts up, “Yes.”

My mother walks in to my bedroom, “I just got off the phone with my sister. Your Aunt Kathy and Uncle Ted want you to spend the summer with them at their lake house.”

“It’s my last summer before college,” I say a little annoyed that someone is planning my time.

“So? That’s a no then? Fine, I’ll call her back and tell her you said no. What are you going to do around here? Get a Job?”

“I always work during the summer. I wanted to take this summer off; it’s the last one before college.”

“So you are just going to mope around here all summer?” My mother says with a displeased look.

“Your Uncle Ted wants to pay you to work on the lake cottage and the boat house.”

“He has plenty of money, why does he need to pay me? He can hire anyone he wants to do the work.”

“And he wants to hire you. Your Uncle Ted wants to spend time with you before you go off to college.”

“Uncle Ted wants to spend time with me? He’s never home, he’s always traveling.”

“Your Aunt Kathy wants to spend time with you too. Look, you don’t have to go. You’re eighteen now, it’s your life, just give it some thought. Maybe spend a few weeks or a month with them. It’s nice at the lake; you’ll never know if you don’t go, but you might actually have a good time.”

My mother was right, it was nice at the lake. I’ve always enjoyed staying there with my aunt and uncle; and the fishing, swimming, and sailing is first rate. I needed to get laid, and there wasn’t much chance of that around here. All the girls around here were the same ones I’ve seen in school. They have me labeled – loser. Maybe I should spend the summer at the lake, there are always girls around in bikinis. I could make a fresh start, one last stab at it before college. God I dread the thought of going to college a virgin. I fear the longer this goes on the worse it will get.

“Ok, I’ll go to the lake. When do they want me?”

“Aunt Kathy said anytime you want to come out is fine with them. I’ll call her tomorrow and arrange something. I can drive you this weekend.”

“No, I want to drive myself. Can I borrow the old Honda?” The Honda was a 13 year old Honda Civic that my mother had before my father bought her a new one. They’ve been keeping it for me, but they haven’t officially given it to me yet, forcing me to ask to use it.

“I’ll ask your father, but I don’t see why not. You just need to promise not to drink and drive.”

“I’m only eighteen. I can go to war and have sex, but I can’t legally drink,” I say sarcastically.

“I wasn’t born yesterday Robert. If you want alcohol, you’ll find a way to get it. I mean it, No driving if you’ve been drinking, period.”

The drive out to the lake is exhilarating. It’s a four hour drive to Lake Pothos, named after the Greek God of sexual longing, how apropos is that? I feel free speeding along the highway. I’ve mostly only driven around town, a little on the highway when my father was teaching me to drive, but not much.

The speed of the car is intoxicating, the windows are open, the hot summer air is blasting in and it’s refreshing. I feel good about making the decision to go to the lake for the summer; already I’m daydreaming of girls in bikinis hitting on me – ‘hey stud, wanna fuck?’ Damn, I wish it was that easy.

I can feel my cock stiffening; a sense of freedom often has that affect on me; that coupled with the daydreaming I’m doing. I have on a loose pair of cotton gym shorts with no underwear. My 7 and a half inch cock is now poking out the bottom of my gym shorts. I grab my cock and wank it a little. Man could I use a jerk off right now. I contemplate jerking off while driving, but the trucks going by can see down into my little car, this keeps me in check. Oh, what do to? I really want to jerk off. I see a sign for a rest area 2 miles ahead and think ‘perfect’. I come up to the rest area and pull off the road. There is a quiet area where no other cars are parked, I head over there and park the car. I grab my cock and start to have my way with myself. Man does this feel good. I really need to cum. I grab some napkins out of the glove box, just in time as I spew my load into the napkins. Oh, that feels so good. I just sit there for a while basking, lost in a daydream. I look at my watch, a half hour went by, I had better hit the road.

As I drive on I’m thinking about my uncle hiring me to work on his cottage. I can’t figure out why he wants to hire me? He has so much money, he could hire the best contractor money can buy. My mother says it’s his way of giving me money for college. She thinks he doesn’t want to just give me the money; he wants me to work for it. I’m fine with that, I don’t mind working outside in the summer, and I rather enjoy it. Uncle Ted is an executive for an international company, he makes tons of money and travels all over the world for his work, and he’ll be gone most of the summer most likely.

I pull into the lake house driveway just about dinner time. Aunt Kathy comes out of the cottage door and greets me.

“How was the drive out?” she asks.

“Fine, no problems. Where is Uncle Ted?”

“He’s taking a nap, come on in, do you need help with your luggage?”

“No, I can get it,” I say as I pull my duffel bag from the back seat. “I packed light, it’s summer, I didn’t think I’d need much.”

“Shorts and tee shirts mostly, the weather has been great so far,” Aunt Kathy says as she leads me into the cottage and up to the guestroom.

“I’ll let you get unpacked. There are clean towels in the bathroom for you if you want to freshen up. I’ll be in the kitchen getting dinner ready.”

I come downstairs after settling in to find dinner is almost ready. My Uncle Ted is up from his nap and comes over to shake my hand and says, “So glad you came out Robert, it’s going to be a great summer. Our house is your house; you may come and go as you please. I only ask one thing, if you go out and party with the locals, don’t drive if you’ve been drinking. Call us anytime, day or night, we’ll come and get you, no questions asked.”

“My mother told me the same thing.” I said.

“Smart lady, your mother.”

“What needs to be done on the cottage?” I ask.

“I just had a new roof put on and the cottage painted. The painters painted everything except the windows and trim. I need you to scrape and re-chalk the windows, then paint them along with the rest of the house trim. The same thing needs to be done with the boathouse. I have to go out of town tomorrow for a few weeks. I have all the tools, the paint, and supplies in the garage. If you need anything else, your Aunt Kathy will get it for you, just let her know.”

The boathouse has always been a special place for me. When I visited in the past I loved hanging out in and around the boat house. My Uncle has an old wooden 1947 Chris-Craft runabout in the boathouse. That boat is immaculate, all varnished wood with leather seats. It has a 92 horse power Chrysler inboard engine. Whenever my family visited, Uncle Ted would always take us out for runs down the lake, it was magical. The boathouse is right on the water and he would drive that wooden runabout right in and out of the boathouse. There are docks attached to the boathouse where a small sailboat was always tied up. If the wind was up, Uncle Ted would take Mom, Aunt Kathy and me sailing. My father doesn’t like the water; he would hang out in the house reading while Uncle Ted took us out. Also tied to the dock is a beat up runabout, a 16 foot fiberglass open bow boat with a 75 hp outboard. That boat was nothing special, it is just a work horse of a boat, but it’s a fun boat to blast around the lake in. As I got older, starting around 15, my Uncle would let me take out the old beat up runabout or the sailboat by myself. I’ve never gotten to take out the Chris-Craft myself though; he’s too protective of that thing.

There are canoes and rowboats tied up to the dock also; anyone who can swim can take them out. I’ve always enjoyed the lake; this summer should be no different.

“You can work when you want, you’ll have all summer. Make use of the boats, I know you like to fish and sail.” Uncle Ted is telling me as he hands me a drink. “Here, you’re old enough now, but only in this house, and if we give it to you, you’re still under age in this state. It’s a gin and tonic; I don’t suppose you’ve ever had one.”

I take the drink and start guzzling it. “Whoa, easy there, it’s not soda pop.” Uncle Ted says as he is laughing at me.