"See it there? The dock? Look up the path and you can just see the red roof."
With that the pilot banked the DHC Beaver float plane, circling the lake, checking for boats and the wind direction. He throttled the big Prat and Whitney radial engine back, lowered the nose and the flaps, and down we went.
We'd been up since before dawn, loading Mr Nash's Lincoln Town Car. There were four of us. Mr. Nash, Reg, the quiet little blond boy, Davie, Arthur and myself. We drove north towards the rocks, trees and lakes of northern Ontario and Mr. Nash's cottage on a lake accessible only by a long canoe paddle or a short float plane ride.
As we unloaded the plane a middle age couple came down the path. "She's all ready for ya Mr. Nash. George and me'll help hump all yer stuff up if Mike (the pilot) can wait."
The three of them were soon airborne.
Reg told me we'd be roughing it at Reg's 'little cabin' in the woods. I think we'll survive. The little cabin was amazing. A ten meter wall of glass looked out at the wooden deck. Then down fifteen meters to the lake. That floor was all one big room. At it's back, up three steps, was a balcony with a wooden railing and three bedrooms and a bathroom. The decor was very 'woodsy modern. All natural wood, varnished. Some high gloss, like the railing, some satin finished. Framed nature prints on the walls. Propane cook stove and solar power for the lights. There was a free standing glass door high efficiency wood stove for heat, and the two ceiling fans had canoe paddles for blades.
"Davie, you and Thomas go put the clothes away while Art mixes Caesars and I put the food away."
I'd wondered what the sleeping arrangements would be. Arthur and I had the bedroom at the right end, with a big soft bed. Davie and Reg had the one at the left end, with the other bedroom and the bathroom between.
"To the deck men!"
We trooped out with a big beer mug of the spicy red drink with a celery stalk sticking up.
Opening up had included putting pads on the seats of all the rustic cedar deck furniture. Reg and Davie took the long bench. Arthur and I the swinging couch.
"Here's to a fun week!" Arthur held up his glass.
"Fishing, food and fucking!" cried Davie, who immediately blushed at having said it out loud. Reg pulled him under his arm and cuddled his boy toy. Guess by definition I'm Arthur and Didi's boy toy. I reached for his free hand. He smiled at me and winked.
Across the lake the bush was dark green with a few splashes of red and yellow deciduous trees in the mix. It was late September. "There's only three other cottages on the lake, so this time of year we'll have it all to ourselves. Better put up the flag." Reg went inside then returned with a Canadian flag which he raised on the flagpole on the corner of the deck. "All the pilots know who's at their cottages. They look as they fly by. If there's an emergency, we lower the flag to half mast, and they'll stop. Never needed it myself, but a few years ago, lady up the lake fell and broke her ankle."
"Was that before cell phones?"
"Sweetie, there's no phone reception here."
Davie bit his lip and looked deep in thought for a minute.
"Come on Thomas, bring your drink, i'll show you the beach."
Before we were even off the deck Davie was reaching for Reg's fly.
"Yes, Reg and Davie have to be discreet around home. Bertha doesn't approve of their relationship. Funny thing though, she doesn't want to fire Davie, he's too good a chef."
The beach was small. Of course sand. Arthur stroked my cheek. "Didi tells me the fucking and things you two're doing when I phone home. I've got some catching up to do."
"We got all week. Glad to help boss." We both laughed, then kissed. We finished our drinks.
There was a path along the water around to the dock the beaver set us down at. Just before we went back inside Arthur pushed me against the wall of the cottage and we had a long slow kiss.
"That's not quite as good as Didi's, but OK."
"I aught to fire you for that young man."
"Are you going to give me a hard time?"
"I'm seriously considering it."
We laughed, kissed again, then went in.
It smelled delicious. Since breakfast all we'd had to eat were sandwiches and coffee in the car.
Reg was sitting on a stool at the island that divided the kitchen area off. "You two need refill's." He reached for the pitcher and poured.
"Hey, I thought this was a guy's fishing trip?" We laughed.
Davie had changed. He was wearing pink stiletto heels, a little pink dress with white hearts, and a frilly pink gingham apron. He'd put on makeup, pearl earrings and a pearl choker necklace.
"This is my bitch, Debbie. Say hello to the gentlemen Debbie."
Giggle. "Hello gentlemen." Giggle.
Lots of innuendos and off colour jokes as we watched Debbie do magic in the kitchen. Talk about Arthur's car collection and Reg's bikes.
"Thomas, will you do the honours?" He/she handed me a corkscrew and a bottle of Merlot.
"Sure, and since you cooked, i'll do the dishes."
"You wash, i'll dry. I know where everything goes."
Davie took a night school chef course and was hired by Mrs. Nash. One day she caught him and Reg enjoying each other's company a bit too much. Said if word of their perversion ever leaked out she's fire Davie and have the meanest divorce lawyer in the country attack Reg. So they pretend to have a 'normal' marriage and everything is fine.
By the time we finished cleaning up the sun had set and we found Arthur and Reg out on the deck talking sports and politics.
We all sat on the long bench. With no background lights the stars were spectacular. Arthur pointed out the constellations and a few planets. We listened to the night sounds.
"You look ready for bed, dear."
"Ya. Been a long day."
But not too long to lay side by side and have a nice slow sixty nine bedtime treat.
It was nice waking up in the night with a warm body beside me. It was another thing finding the bathroom in the total blackness of the northern woods. Luckily there was a dim night light in the bathroom.
Debbie had a big pot of coffee going. She wore a colourful sarong and a 'just been fucked' smile. Reg joined us just as I poured me first coffee.
"You boys go catch some fish. I'll wait here for my men to return."
Reg, Arthur and I caught four trout by noon, then drifted around the lake and enjoyed the lunch Debbie packed for us before returning.
Debbie was reading on the couch. She's changed into a little yellow bikini. I noticed quite a bulge in the bottoms.
We all had another beer.
"Thomas, grab a couple of beach towels and i'll pack some beers."
We went out the back door and turned away from the dock. We followed the path up through the bush, then down to a little cove with a white sand beach. The water was 'take your breath away cold' when we first got in. Refreshing.
After drying off we spread out the towels. No need to dress as we drank our beer.
I looked at Arthur's package. "Shrinkage? Let me help."
Soon his cock was growing in my mouth. Everything was so exotic. The clear blue sky, the birds songs, the smell of the pines and cedars, a loon calling across the lake, and Arthur.
He pushed me back and rolled me over. My cheek and elbows were on the towel. My butt was in the air. Arthur plowed me. Mm, long slow strokes. Mm, mm, mm.
"Stroke yourself baby. Let's cum together."
God I missed Arthur's cock. His strong grip on my shoulders. He picked up the pace. Hard deep thrusts.
