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dock.”
    “I can do that.”
    “You off work today?”
    “Yeah. Thought I’d come by and see if you found the place okay.” I turned away and filled a mason jar with water, sticking the bunch of flowers in unceremoniously. “Thanks. Want a beer to go?”
    “Sure.”
    I grabbed two beers and put the rest in the refrigerator. “Come on.” He followed me out onto the dock and we sat down. He looked really good by daylight. I caught him looking me over too and flexed my arms a bit to pump them up. I work out, but I’m skinny and there’s a limit to how big I can get. So says my trainer and so far I haven’t been able to prove him wrong.
    But if I read him right, Russ was liking what he was seeing. He smiled at me and dragged his shirt over his head. The sunlight burnished his skin to a dull gold as he popped the top of his beer. I watched the muscles of his throat work as he swallowed.
    He leaned back, supporting himself on both hands as he lifted his face into the sun, almost like he was giving me an opportunity to drool over him. Which I did. He was tightly muscled, with those defined abs with that little dent that runs along the middle. His pecs were firm and his arms …
    I’m a sucker for good arms and he had biceps and triceps to die for.
    He had an air of confidence about him that I found attractive and annoying at the same time. The only time I felt that I held the advantage 14

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    was when I was taking him by surprise, and you can only ambush a man at the door with a blowjob so many times before the novelty wears off.
    “So, J.D., how long you planning on staying up here?” he asked.
    “Three weeks.”
    “Nice long vacation.”
    “Yeah. You live up here?”
    “All year round,” he answered, as if it was obvious, which I guess it was, seeing he was in the police department. “You like to fish?”
    “No.”
    “Swim, row, water ski, play tennis? Have I hit anything yet?”
    “All of those.”
    He looked lazily out over the water. A few teenagers were out with their fathers’ powerboats making waves, and there were some people parasailing and one in a rowboat. “Got a boat?” I shook my head. “We have a couple of canoes.”
    “Let’s go,” he suggested.
    Our boathouse is basically a shed. I unlocked it and brushed through the spider webs to the two-man canoe. He took the other end and we carried it out to the beach. I got two paddles and he got in the front seat, while I settled into the back.
    It was heaven, watching the muscles of his shoulders and back dance under his skin as he paddled. He took the left side, and I had the right as we guided the canoe away from the shore. There was a soft breeze blowing and we weren’t in a hurry. Water dripped off our paddles when 15

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    we lifted them out of the water, sending interlocking concentric circles spreading over the smooth surface of the lake.
    “We work well together,” he said.
    I grunted. I could feel the pull of the current when we drew closer to the mouth of the Big Sandy Creek. “I got stuck in the current here once, when I was twelve,” I told him. “I had to paddle like hell to break free. I was a skinny little kid.”
    “You got a nice tight build now,” he offered over his shoulder.
    A warm glow spread over me. “Thanks.” We poked into each of the five arms of the pond, including my favorite where the pink water lilies grew. We didn’t talk much, just settled into a comfortable silence until we rounded the last point and paddled for our dock.
    He helped me tie off the canoe. “You want help getting it back in the boathouse?”
    “No, I’ll want to take her out again,” I said.
    My cock filled a little as we sat on the deck, a reflection of my usual wood that I associated with the dock and now, his physique.
    “Want to eat dinner?” Russ asked casually.
    “Sure,” I said, although I was a little uncertain. “I’ve got hot dogs –”
    “There’s a roadside stand