luke

Lake Ocoee by luke kurtis ###

Peter took a drag from his cigarette and looked across the lake. It had been a perfect day. He was always happiest when he was on the water. Today had been particularly good. The euphoria would take a few days longer than usual to wear off. ###

"Hey man, that was great out there today. Just great," Tom said as he walked up and patted Peter on the shoulder. ###

"Glad you enjoyed it," he sucked on the cigarette again. ###

The men paused for a bit, enjoying a few more moments at the lake before the sun started to set. ###

"I really should stop this shit," Peter bemoand to himself as he flicked his cigarette. Tom yawned. ###

They had already pulled out the jet ski and packed up the truck. "Let me take a whizz then we'll head out." ###

"You do that, man," Tom chuckled. "I'll grab the cooler--I think we left it by the boat ramp." ###

Peter didn't even bother to go find a spot in the woods. He had no use for modesty and took a leak right off the edge of the dock. ###

Tom had already grabbed the cooler and was headed back. "Any water left?" Peter asked. ###

Tom shook the red and white Marlboro cooler. "A bit, I think. But the ice is gone." ###

"That's all right. Give it to me." He took it from Tom as he shook his cock and slipped it back inside his shorts. ###

"You just let it all out and now you're gonna fill back up," he joked. Peter gulped down the water. ###

Daylight fading, Peter and Tom both headed to the truck. "So, back to Chattanooga?" ###

"The end of a day on the lake is always so sad. But, yeah, I'm beat... home sounds good." ###

The sun had set completely by the time they made it back to the highway. Tom had fallen asleep in the passengers seat. Peter popped in a Def Leppard tape--music he found relaxing enough for driving at night but wouldn't put him to sleep. Exhausted as he was, though, he still struggled to keep his eyes open. ###

After about 45 minutes of driving he relalized something wasn't right. Instead of approaching the familiar highway exits on the route home, he didn't recognize where he was. It was a sign showing the way to The Lost Sea that clued him in. "Fuck," he muttered as he realized he had gotten on 75 going north instead of south. Tom was still sleeping. ###

He got off at the next exit and pulled over before heading back south. He was thirsty again--smoking always made him drink a lot. The water cooler was in the floorboard on Tom's side. He didn't want to wake him up and have to tell him about the mistake. So he reached across the seat, down between Tom's legs, and grabbed the water. He pulled it between his legs, popped open the top, and poured it towards his mouth. A bit of the water went down the side of his face and down his neck. Tom didn't rouse, dead to the world. ###

Peter got back on the highway and headed south towards Chattanooga. He made it home without Tom waking up. ###

"We're here buddy," he said as he shook his friend's leg. "Time for bed." ###