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** This is my first story that is all my own that I have posted here. My stories come from my past experiences, my fantasies and some somewhere in between both. I am still learning how to get better at my writing. I appreciate any advice and feedback I receive. **

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Patrick had heard his dad and brother, David talk about the antique car show that weekend. They asked if he wanted to go but he said that he would have to pass this time. He had decided to take Thursday and Friday off and head to the lake. He needed to get away and have some alone time and think about some things in his life.

He and ex-wife, Lisa had split mutually in their early 20's and remained friends; but, he was unhappy with the women he had been out with. There didn't seem to be any depth to some, others were always some kind of victim, and then the worst ones where the ones looking for what he could do for them. They wanted someone to spend money on them and that was the only way they would put out; or they were looking for a daddy for their kids without having any feelings for him. It was like fucking a warm corpse or someone going through the motions. He was sick of the games, or someone hoping he would come in and save them. He still had needs but sometimes it wasn't worth it if there wasn't any real feeling. He didn't have to be in love but a woman not afraid to be a women and comfortable with her sexuality.

That Thursday morning, he ran around the city running errands. He was able to leave town a little after 11 that morning. He was relaxing more and more as he drove down the highway. He couldn't wait to get there. He had been looking forward to jumping in the lake all week. The humidity and temperatures had been breaking records. He didn't even have to move to feel the heaviness of the air and he was sick of clothes sticking to him. He decided he would run to town later after he saw what he may need at the cabin for the weekend

He got to the lake a little before 3pm. He noticed no one was there and thought it couldn't be more perfect. He parked his truck behind the cabin in the shade. He grabbed his bag and headed to the cabin, unlocking the door and going in. It smelt like home but was hot. He walked around and turned on the window units in the living room and the bedroom he and David shared. It had bunk beds that they with their dad had built when they were young teens. They were bigger than regular bunk beds. Patrick didn't really appreciate that until he got grown. A grown man could sleep comfortably in them.

He dropped his bag on the bunk and took his socks and boots off. He took a pair of shorts out of the dresser and headed out the cabin door. He walked to the community pier. He got to end and dropped his shorts by the corner of the pier in case anyone pulled up; he would have something to put on to get out of the water.

He took his shirt off and felt what little air there was hit his sweaty skin. He unbuttoned his jeans, dropping them and his underwear right where he stood. He stepped out of his pants. He stood up on the corner railing, taking a deep breath and dove in. The water felt cold but great. He swam out about 50 ft and turned back headed back to the pier. Since no one was there, he swam to the shore, walked out of the water and headed to the end of the pier again. He grabbed his stuff and headed back up the hill to his cabin. The gate was far enough, that if anyone did come down the road or lake, he would hear them.

He went in and dropped his clothes at the end of his bed, walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He quickly dried off and pulled his shorts on. He went and laid in his dad's recliner. Feeling the air in the room cooling off, giving him a slight chill, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When Patrick opened his eyes, the room was completely black and he could hear the crickets outside. He didn't know what time it was. He reached over to his right feeling for the lamp on the end table and turning it on. He looked up at the clock seeing that it was just past 6pm. He wandered to the kitchen turning on lights as he went. He looked around in the kitchen trying to see if there was anything to eat. He found a partial loaf of bread left from his parents' trip to the cabin last weekend in the fridge, some jelly and peanut butter. He thought it could be worse. Who doesn't like PB