Hidden Cravings by the Lake
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Chapter 1: Whiskey Whispers at Dusk
Marcus leaned against the scarred wooden bar of the Rusty Anchor, the dive shack hugging the edge of Willow Lake like a forgotten secret. At 52, his broad shoulders still carried the weight of years hauling nets and motors, salt-and-pepper hair cropped short under a faded cap. The lake air hung heavy, thick with the tang of fish guts and diesel, mingling with the sharp bite of cheap whiskey burning down his throat.
He’d just wrapped his evening rounds at the marina—overseeing the late shifts for those weekend warriors docking their boats. Folks called him the grizzled captain now, though he preferred the quiet life these days. His eyes flicked to the door as it swung open, letting in the humid evening breeze. There stood Jake, the new hire, 25 and built like a storm cloud—six feet of lean muscle from his Army days, buzzed black hair, tattoos snaking up arms that could snap a rope without flinching.
“Evening, boss,” Jake said, sliding onto the stool next to him, voice low and gravelly. His green eyes sparked under the dim neon, scanning Marcus with something unspoken. “Heard this place has the best pour after hours.”
Marcus chuckled, the sound rough like lake pebbles. “Hidden gem for hidden habits.” He poured a double, sliding it over. Their fingers brushed—electric, deliberate. Jake’s touch lingered, thumb grazing knuckle. The barman grunted and vanished into the back, leaving them in that charged bubble.
They talked easy at first—Jake fresh out of service, drifting through towns, needing steady work to clear his head. Marcus nodded, sharing scraps of his own wild youth, boat chases and backwoods brawls. But under the words, heat built. Jake’s knee pressed against Marcus’s thigh, casual-like, but the pressure said plenty. The whiskey warmed their guts, loosening tongues and more.
“Your place got that private dock I keep hearing about?” Jake murmured, breath hot against Marcus’s ear. The scent of his sweat—clean, masculine—cut through the bar’s stale smoke.
Marcus’s cock twitched. “Yeah. Follow me when we roll out.” He drained his glass, tasting the smoky finish, already picturing Jake’s body slick under moonlight.
Chapter 2: Moonlit Dive into Temptation 🔥
The gravel crunched under their truck tires as they pulled up to Marcus’s cabin, tucked on a five-acre lot ringed by dense pines that swallowed sound and sight. The lake lapped gentle at the hidden cove dock, a sliver of paradise shielded by overhanging willows. No neighbors peeked here—this spot was their secret, veiled from prying roads.
Jake stripped first, shirt peeling off to reveal a chest etched with ink—a coiled serpent, thorns twisting around pecs dusted light with dark hair. His jeans hit the deck next, boxers tented thick. Marcus watched, pulse hammering, as Jake kicked free, cock swinging heavy, uncut, veined like twisted roots. The night air cooled their skin, carrying pine sap and water musk.
“Jump in, hot stuff,” Marcus growled, shedding his own clothes slower, letting Jake drink in the sight—his thick daddy bod, belly firm from labor, hairy chest leading down to a fat seven-incher already leaking clear.
They hit the water with twin splashes, cool silk shocking hot flesh. Jake surfaced close, water sheeting off his shoulders, droplets catching moon glow. His hands found Marcus under the surface, bold fingers wrapping that throbbing shaft. “Fuck, you’re hung like a beast,” Jake breathed, stroking slow, thumb circling the slit.
Marcus groaned, the sound echoing soft off the trees. He yanked Jake in, crushing mouths together—tongues warring sloppy, tasting whiskey and want. Hands roamed wild: Marcus palmed Jake’s tight ass cheeks, parting them to tease the puckered heat hidden between. Jake humped forward, cocks grinding slick in the buoyant water.
They broke apart gasping, Jake diving under for a hidden thrill. Marcus felt lips seal around his cockhead, suction fierce amid bubbles. The lake muffled the wet slurps, but vibrations shot straight to his balls. He surfaced Jake by the hair, kissing him deep to taste his own salty pre.
“Dock. Now,” Marcus ordered, voice thick. They climbed out dripping, cocks bobbing urgent.
Flashback: The First Spark
Earlier that week replayed in Marcus’s mind as he toweled Jake roughly. Jake mending a busted motor at the marina, sweat-soaked tank clinging, ass flexing in worn jeans. Marcus had cornered him in the tool shed—”Need a hand?”—and it escalated fast: Jake on knees, gulping cock like a pro, swallowing every rope. That hidden blowjob had sealed it. No turning back now.
Chapter 3: Ass Up on the Deck 💋
Planks rough under knees, Jake bent over the dock railing, ass arched high—round glutes parting to reveal that pink, twitching hole. Marcus knelt behind, inhaling deep: musky man-scent, faint soap from Jake’s morning shower, lake water beading on skin. He spread those cheeks wide, thumbs digging bruises.
“Gonna eat this hidden treasure,” Marcus rasped, tongue flicking out flat and broad. Jake yelped, pushing back as Marcus lapped the ring, circling slow then stabbing in. The flavor exploded—tangy, earthy, pure fucking addiction. He sucked the rim, teeth grazing, spit drooling thick down crack to balls.
“Oh shit, boss—tongue-fuck me deeper!” Jake begged, voice cracking, hand fisting his own meat—eight inches drooling ropes onto the wood.
Marcus obliged, drilling tongue like a piston, nose buried in musky cleft. His cock ached, purpled head weeping. He stood, spitting on hole, rubbing fat knob insistent. “Ready for daddy’s meat?”
“Pound me, you old bull!” Jake snarled, reaching back to spread wider.
Marcus thrust—head popping past the vise grip. Jake howled, clenching fierce. Inch by inch sank in, velvet heat milking him. Balls-deep, Marcus ground, pubic hair scratching cheeks. The slap of flesh started slow, building to wet smacks echoing over water. Sweat poured, mixing with spit and pre.
Jake jerked frantic, pre splashing dock. “Harder—ruin my guts!” Marcus obliged, hips snapping brutal, one hand yanking Jake’s head back by hair for a messy spit-kiss.
Something rustled in the bushes—Marcus froze mid-thrust, cock throbbing buried. A flash of blonde hair, curves… Lena. His neighbor, 38, voluptuous vixen with D-cups spilling from sundresses, fiery red mane now? No, platinum waves cascading wild. She’d been eyeing his “playdates” for months, their hidden nudist swims turning flirty. She’d crashed one before, fingering herself to their grunts. Tonight? Fate or stalk?
Chapter 4: The Voyeur Emerges
Lena stepped from the shadows, shedding her robe—naked glory: full tits heaving, nipples pierced with silver hoops glinting, shaved slit glistening under trimmed bush. Her hazel eyes devoured the scene, hand already circling clit slow. “Couldn’t stay away from your hidden parties, Marcus,” she purred, voice husky smoke. The air thickened with her jasmine lotion, cunt-musk wafting.
Jake twisted, eyes wide but cock harder. “Holy fuck—who’s the smoke show?”
“Lena, meet Jake. Jake, feast,” Marcus grinned feral, not pulling out—thrusting lazy to keep Jake moaning. Lena sauntered close, kneeling dockside, tits swaying hypnotic. She cupped them, pinching hoops, milk-white skin flushing pink.
“Mind if I join the feast?” Her fingers plunged pussy audible—squish-squish—arousal dripping thighs. Marcus nodded, pounding harder; Jake whimpered overload.
Lena crawled under Jake, lips claiming his swinging balls, sucking one then the other, tongue lashing taint. Jake bucked, ass clamping Marcus balls-deep. “Gonna blow—fuck!”
“Hold it, boy,” Marcus barked, pulling free with a obscene pop—hole gaping rosy. He spun Jake, shoving him flat. Lena mounted reverse, cunny hovering Jake’s face. “Eat her, soldier.”
Jake dove in ravenously—slurping Lena’s folds, tongue fucking her hole as she ground down. Her moans vibrated the night, tits bouncing as she stroked Jake’s cock. Marcus watched a beat, then straddled Jake’s chest, feeding him daddy dick fresh from ass—musky tang making Jake gag happy.
The trio synced filthy: Lena’s juices smeared Jake’s chin, her ass cheeks clenching on his nose. Marcus face-fucked shallow, balls smacking chin. “Taste your hole on me, slut,” he growled.
New scene ignited—Lena slid down, impaling on Jake’s rod cowgirl, reverse for Marcus’s view. Her walls gripped visible, ass rippling as she bounced. “This cock’s a weapon!” she cried, grinding clit on pubes.
Marcus knelt behind, spitting her rosebud, easing two fingers knuckle-deep. Lena bucked wild, double-stuffed sensation ripping screams.
Chapter 5: Triple Threat Inferno
Cabin lights flickered on as they tumbled inside, bodies slick chaos on the king bed. Pine floors creaked under frenzy, room reeking sex—cum, sweat, pussy nectar thick as fog. Lena on back, legs splayed obscene, Jake’s cock hammering her sopping gash missionary. Wet slaps punctuated her wails: “Deeper, stud—split me!”
Marcus straddled her face reverse, balls on chin, cock spearing throat. She gagged greedy, throat bulging, drool bubbling nostrils. Her hands mauled his ass, finger probing his hole—prostate hit sending pre flooding her mouth.
Jake leaned in, claiming Lena’s tits—sucking pierced nips hard, teeth tugging hoops till she arched electric. “These udders are gold,” he muttered around mouthful.
Marcus lifted, repositioning. “Time to wreck that boy-ass again.” He slicked Jake’s hole with Lena’s cream—fingers scooping, shoving in deep. Jake grunted into Lena’s neck, thrusts stuttering.
“Bend for it,” Marcus commanded. Jake obeyed, ass high doggy over Lena—cock still buried balls-deep. Marcus mounted, plowing in seamless, spit-roasted perfect. The rhythm chained: Jake thrusting her on backstroke from Marcus, her nails raking backs.
“Feel that? Daddy owning your shithole while you breed her,” Marcus taunted, hips slapping thunderous. Sweat stung eyes, sheets soaked.
Lena writhed pinned, clit grinding Jake’s base. “Cum in me—flood my womb!” Her body seized first—orgasm ripping, walls milking Jake savage. He roared, hosing her depths hot jets.
Marcus felt it ripple through Jake’s clench—fire coiling. “Take my load, fucker!” He erupted, painting bowels white ropes pulsing endless. Cum leaked Jake’s hole as Marcus withdrew slow, obscene drip.
Hidden Encore
Not done. Lena scooped leaking seed, feeding Jake snowball-style—kissing messy strings between them. Marcus watched hard again, stroking lazy. “Hidden hungers never sleep,” he murmured, diving to rim Jake clean—tongue scooping mingled cum, ass-to-mouth pure filth.
Jake flipped Lena, ass up, tonguing her creampied slit while Marcus fucked his face. Rounds blurred: Lena pegging Marcus with strap later (new twist—her drawer stash), Jake double-teaming her holes, fists and toys teased limits. Dawn crept, bodies wrecked ecstasy.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Sated Secrets
Sun pierced curtains, gilding tangled limbs. Marcus stirred first, cock nestling Jake’s crack spoon-style, Lena curled opposite, hand possessive on both. Scents lingered: dried cum crusty sheets, pussy tang air-clung. Jake mumbled sleepy, grinding back instinctive.
“Round whatever?” Lena teased, lips brushing Marcus’s neck, tongue flicking sweat salt. Her fingers found Jake’s morning wood, stroking tandem.
They stirred slow burn—lazy 69 Jake and Lena center, Marcus alternating throats and asses. Final crescendo: all three chained, Marcus buried Lena doggy, her mouth on Jake, Jake fisting himself watching.
Orgasms chained ripple: Lena quaking first, triggering Jake’s facial ropes across her tits—Marcus pulling to blast the mess, painting all. They collapsed laughing hoarse, lake calling for cleanup swim.
As they dressed loose, Marcus grinned. “Our hidden cove’s got room for repeats.” Jake nodded eager, Lena winking sly. Bonds forged raw, lake whispering promises unbroken.
The end hung satisfied, cravings banked but flickering eternal. 🔥💋
