The more John saw of the house and its grounds, the more he liked them. Of course, he had really been a bit awed by them when he'd been courting Melissa; but, by now, he was convinced he could be quite happy living here. The place probably was a bit big for just him and Melissa; but, Marne had been dropping a few hints here and there that she and Creagon wouldn't be adverse to the idea of moving in with John and Melissa and sharing the expense: which made the idea of keeping up the place a little more feasible. John had been going to venture the idea to Melissa himself, but he hadn't done so yet. Melissa was so funny lately, he wasn't sure when or how to go about talking to her at all.

Creagon emerged from the trees and stood on the bank of a fairly large and fast-moving stream. The path he was on turned both to the left and to the right to parallel the water. He decided to head upstream.

The water was clear, made foaming white where it flowed up and over rocks to make slideways down the other side. The present spot was just a little too swift for swimming; nor, for that matter, was it really deep enough.

John had about decided he had turned in the wrong direction; but then, the rapids smoothed out, and the stream bed dropped away into several holes large enough for swimming. John sat down on a flat rock that extended out over the water. He began taking off his shoes.

There was no shade on the rock or on the water. The rock was warm beneath John's ass. The water continued to look pleasantly cool, despite the sunshine.

While still sitting, John removed his shirt. He then stood and simultaneously dropped his pants and undershorts. He stepped out of the resulting pile.

John's cock and balls had grown sweaty with his walking. John used his right hand to jiggle his genitals, getting air in to dissolve the stickiness.