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Kirby Lake Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons With every passing day it was harder and harder to find slices of nature where one could retreat to and enjoy the splendor, but Kirby Lake offered one last bastion to those wanting to escape the trappings of civilization. The tall evergreens rustled as the late summer winds blew through them, carrying the smell of juniper and sequoia across the fresh waters. The area had, of course, been developed to some degree, but there was no denying the rich fullness of nature even if it was hemmed in. The kidney bean shaped lake was bordered on the north by summer homes and resort villas. Another side of the lake had been linked to a natural irrigation grid to grow a variety of produce, and the farthest edge was rimmed by highway ninety six.

Despite the encroachment of mankind, though, the lake was still crystal clear, the fish were plentiful, the trees stretched as far as the eye could see and it truly felt as if summer held on just a little bit longer. The lake offered countless amenities for those that had come from far and wide to take part, including a water slide, inflatable cushion to launch individuals into the water as others jumped on, and numerous docks and piers to take in the sights.

It was something special to the elite that called it their summer destination, but to Sam Cooper it seemed like an absolute slice of heaven. Sam paddled in the water, floating about chest high, his legs treading to keep him up an acceptable amount. His auburn hair was slicked and sticking to his face, his green eyes scanning the horizon for what the next activity might be. He heard laughter echoing across the water from some of the guys sharing beers on the pier. He heard whoops and hollers from the men on the speed boats moving around the edges of the lake. He even heard a few shouts as people took part in the water slide. Kirby Lake seemed like heaven, and Sam had certainly worked hard to get there.

It had started with a walk of over five miles. It was something he didn't look forward to repeating on the way back... It had been an almost foolish idea in the first place, but Sam couldn't help himself. Sam had grown up next to one of the city's most elite private schools. Every day he saw the powerful and the influential arrive, retreat behind the gilded walls of the academy and receive their enhanced education. He'd come back from school and the kids would be loading into their escalades and BMW's. It was like another world.

It had been hard to be so close to another world and not take part, especially when one of the private school boys had offered to pay Sam handsomely to do his homework for him. The idea had confused Sam, but when he asked why the reason had captivated him even more. The young man needed to catch up on his homework or his parents wouldn't allow him to come to Kirby Lake. Sam had asked what was so special about a lake, and the stories that the student had shared were unbelievable... until he had laid his eyes on this place.

Graduation had come, and with it a bittersweet truth. Sam had gotten good grades, but his parents could barely afford to send him to a fourth rate school. He hadn't earned much on his own, so vacations were out of the question. Sam had decided that before summer was over, before he was consigned to his fate, that he would reward himself with one tiny fragment of what the others had. He would come to Kirby Lake, he would have a summer's day as if he was one of the elite, the special, the wonderful.

Sam paddled along, practicing his breast stroke, the water glistening on his bare back. He prayed he'd remembered where he left his shirt and shoes on the shoreline, otherwise the walk back to his car would be even worse. Still, it had to be worth it. He could always remember the time he went to Kirby Lake. Sam smiled a bit to himself as he kept going, moving toward one of the piers full of people.

There were a fair number of young men on the pier, several of which Sam had grown up seeing at the academy. Their hair was shorn short, their wrists bedecked with fancy watches, chains hanging around their neck. Some had tattoos and all were fit. They seemed to be cut from the same mold, rounded into individuals capable of a fair amount of intellect and a much larger amount of brawn. Sam was about to open his mouth, to ask permission to climb up when he felt his body start to rise and fall in the water, waves rippling out towards him. He paddled around and turned, seeing the speedboat approaching him, towing an inner tube behind. Sam was impressed by the boat, all of that power under the control of people his age.

"I thought I recognized you." The navigator of the boat said. His blue eyes were almost as crystalline as the lake water and his hair was a rich, dark brownish black. His shoulders seemed almost twice as wide as Sam's. "You're from around Jasper Academy, right? You live in the neighborhood or something?"

"Y-Yeah, lived next to it all my life." Sam smiled. The other person on the boat tilted his head a bit, looking down at Sam in the water.

"So did someone invite you here?" he asked, his voice a bit more inquisitive. Unlike his friend, his blond hair was a little longer though still trimmed into something presentable.

"No, I just heard so many amazing things about Kirby Lake over the years, I wanted to visit one time to see it for myself." Sam said. The navigator nodded.

"It is a special place, for special people... How about we give you a tour? You want an inner tube ride? I bet you're tired from all that swimming." He offered. Sam's eyes widened a bit in shock.

"Really? That's so nice of you!" Sam said, "I don't even know your names. I'm Sam."

"I'm Hank, this is Clark." The navigator said with a smile, "Climb on, bud." He added, returning to the controls. Sam paddled back along the edge of the boat, moving back toward the inner tube to climb on. The two young men on the boat gave each other knowing glances with a bit of a smirk, waiting for Sam to get on before they pulled away from the peer.

Sam held onto the rubber inner tube, feeling a little relief at not having to keep himself upright for a little while. He'd been swimming constantly after walking so far, but he didn't regret it. The boat sped up, pulling him along. The inner tube slid across the surface of the water with ease, only bouncing a little bit. Sam's wet soaked hair started to come off of his face, getting stringy as it whipped about. The boat pulled Sam around the edge of the lake, showing him the forest, the fancy homes, the resort villa and the docks. It would have taken him an hour to get to the far side of the lake on his own. The boat turned and sped up, forcing Sam to hold on.

His heart started to race in his chest. He held on and started too really bounce. The boat sped up even more, starting to scare Sam a little. This had to be the thrill of it, right? The adrenaline seeking? Sam convinced himself this was normal for them, that this was how they spent their time. He held on, trying to enjoy himself, watching the lake glide past. The young men on the boat kept checking on him, making sure he was alright, that he was still on there. Sam couldn't wave back, too afraid of wiping out if he let go of the straps.

They had made it almost all the way back to the side of the lake bordering the highway when, to Sam's surprise, the boat veered to the right, toward the irrigation channels. Sam's brow furrowed. They had to just be turning around... There was nothing at that end of the lake worth exploring... But the boat continued on undaunted. It shot toward the channels, barely cutting speed. Sam's heart started to sink. This was not a ride he was wanting to take part in.

The irrigation channels were barely wider than the boat, criss crossing a vast area into a grid. There were restrictions in place on what chemicals could be used near the lake, so they were organic and barely cultivated. Reeds grew tall, the grass seemed sharp, the water was murky. Sam started trying to get out of the inner tube before he was pulled into the channel, but the boat was moving too fast.

Sam winced as some of the reeds whipped against his arms as he was drawn along. He pulled his legs in as much as he could. He could hear the laughter coming from the boat as they took him down along. Sam had to weigh his options, looking back the way he had come. It was clear that his pleasant vacation had come to an end and the further they took him into the channel, the longer it would take him to get back to the lake, let alone his stuff. Sam slipped his hands out from the handles, brought his feet up onto the edge of the inner tube and pushed off, sliding into the water with an unceremonious splash.

Sam surfaced, feeling the rippling and bobbing waves coming from the boat. He paddled to stay on the surface and reached to wipe his bangs out of his face. As the water drained out of his ears, he could hear the young men laughing in the boat.

"This is where trash like you belongs, lost in the reeds! Next time, don't come to Kirby Lake unless you've been invited by someone that truly belongs!" Hank shouted back to Sam before the silence was drowned out by the boat engine. The boat turned a corner, heading through a network that only they truly understood. The inner tube got caught on a log and snagged, but the boys on the boat were quick enough to cut it loose. Apparently they had been planning it from the very start. Sam had just jumped ship before they were ready.

The sound of the boat grew fainter and fainter until Sam was left with the sound of nature. He could hear the water lapping at the shore, a few birds singing in the thicket. Sam floated there, looking around. The sun had been setting for a while, but he hadn't been able to see it as clearly in the lake itself. The sky was silver, a faint haze scattering a gentle pinkish-red hue from horizon to horizon. It was a mild backdrop to the straw colored reeds and grasses that covered the rectangular muddy islands in the irrigation grid.

Sam exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the rude act that had stranded him. He looked around, trying to figure out the easiest path out. Sam knew what direction the highway was, but not how far down the grid he'd been stranded. Somehow it seemed like climbing up and over each and every mud bar would tire him out more than swimming to freedom, at least until he knew precisely where he was in relation to the shore.

"Well, I came here to swim..." Sam muttered to himself before he turned around and started to paddle. He watched as the reeds and thickets passed him by as he swam, and as murky as the water was, it felt warmer and silkier than the lake itself. It was a bit comforting, he hadn't realized that he was starting to get a bit chilly. Sam kept pushing along, wondering in his head if he'd make it back by nightfall, if he'd be able to find his things. At the very least he'd have a story to tell.

Sam kept swimming, making progress, pushing along, but when he felt something slide against his leg, he let out a shout and jumped to the side. He looked into the water to see what had touched him, seeing something he had not expected. A large grey and green fish swam along placidly, seeking out bugs and other bits in the water that might be food. Sam bobbed there, watching the big fish pass before he felt another and then a third. They were big and meaty, bigger than trout, and they had no fear. Sam wondered if it was because they never encountered humans this far into the irrigation channels.

He watched with curious eyes as the fish meandered along, seeking out more food. Sam smiled a little. Maybe this was what he was supposed to remember and treasure; not water slides or inner tubes, but nature itself. Sam felt a little reassured and resumed his journey, swimming along the channel, heading back toward the lake. He shivered a bit as he felt another fish glide along his leg, then another on the other side. Sam smiled, imagining he was one of them, that they were a school. The daydream was pleasant, but the gentle sloshing of his paddles wasn't quite loud enough to mask a new sound. It was faint at first, but started to grow. It wasn't an animal... it was singing?

Sam slowed to a stop and remained suspended there, feeling the warm silky water lapping up and down his chest. Someone was singing nearby, not so much with words but just exploring the range of their voice... It was beautiful, though it was clearly male. Sam turned around, trying to use his ears to triangulate the source. Against his better judgment, he backtracked a few feet and started to swim through the narrow bisection that cut between two of the mud bars. He pushed through some willowy grasses and came out on the other side.

While most of the irrigation grid had been neatly and sharply maintained, it seemed that this middle part had fallen into a bit of disrepair. The perfect rectangular edges had eroded into the water, the reeds had grown unchecked, and the middle was filled with a large, round pond. It was a nice enough spot, but none of it drew Sam's attention so much as the smooth, lean cinnamon toned torso extending out of the water, capped off by a mop of long, slick, sleep black hair. The singing was coming from the young man in the pond, and Sam couldn't help but listen.

The tones climbed louder, taller, rising and falling like the tides themselves. Sam was hanging on every note, his mouth hanging open a little bit. He watched as the singer turned, revealing his face... a magnificent, handsome, beautiful face. He looked as if he could have been a model. He had defined cheekbones, a soft chin, a faint mustache and pert nipples. The young man continued to sing until his turquoise eyes met Sam's green ones. Sam froze, as did the young man. The two stood, looking at each other for what felt like an eternity. Faced with the awkwardness of the situation, Sam blushed.

"Your voice is amazing." He said finally. The other young man grinned a little at that, brushing his long hair off of his shoulder.

"Really? I'm nowhere near as good as my sisters..." He said, his voice elegant and melodic. Sam paddled a bit closer.

"No, really! It's the best I've ever heard." Sam said with more urgency and confidence. He couldn't explain why, but he felt sure that he had to comment on his singing, like the notes were echoing in his soul. The young man in the pond looked at Sam with some fascination before he started to move closer. Sam was amazed by how well he swam, not bobbing or sloshing in the slightest. As he propelled himself closer.

"You aren't like the other people that come to the lake..." The young man said. Sam felt his heart crack in his chest. Was everyone in on this elitism thing? Had he stumbled across someone else's 'territory'?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I-" Sam was silenced as the other young man reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. Sam looked at it, realizing that his fingernails were painted the same greenish blue that his eyes were. Come to think of it, it was an eye color that Sam had never seen anyone have before. Sam turned back, looking at the young man, at his bright eyes, his pointed ears, and then at the faint greenish blue shine around his waist sticking up from the water.

Sam blinked in shock. How had he not noticed those other features when he had swam up? What were they? What did they mean? Sam's mind raced, but he barely had time to register them as the young man leaned in, their lips pressed, and Sam felt the embrace of another body against his for the first time. Sam couldn't gasp or inhale in the kiss, as his lips parted he received a tongue in his mouth. Given the choice between air or the tongue, he decided that the tongue was the better outcome.

Sam's hand slipped around the stranger's back, holding him close so they were touching chest to chest. Sam's lips were hesitant at first, but soon they started to work, plying and probing against the stranger's as their tongues slipped and wrestled. Sam even loved how this young man's skin felt, as slick and soft as the water in the channel. They kissed for what felt like eons before finally Sam pulled back, gasping for air. He took a moment to recompose himself, looking at this stranger... a stranger with scales around his waist.

"You're a mermaid..." Sam whispered. The mustached young man pouted.

"Merman, thank you very much." He countered.

"I'm sorry, that's what I meant, you're... the most handsome man I've ever seen." Sam panted.

"Half man." The merman corrected him again, though he smiled a bit, "I am Shoal. What is your name?" he questioned. Sam felt his heart flutter a bit.

"Sam... Shoal is an amazing name." Sam whispered. Shoal shrugged.

"It's the only one I've got..." he replied, "But I'm glad you know it." He added. Sam blushed at that, excited but starting to shiver more. The sun was setting, the air cooling.

"I should have come in here right away, you're a lot more fun than those academy jerks." Sam muttered. Shoal laughed at that and nodded.

"I bet so, especially for someone like you." Shoal said, reaching out to caress Sam's cheek. Sam couldn't help but lean into the hand.

"What do you mean, someone like me?" Sam asked. Shoal hesitated a bit before he reached down into the water, his hand cupping the very clear tent that had formed in Sam's shorts. Sam gasped, feeling another man's hand on his erection.

"Someone like you... that likes someone like me." Shoal whispered. Sam felt so embarrassed he felt like he could die, and yet he felt safe around Shoal, unable to look away.

"I never told anyone. All the academy kids are straight, talking about the women they want to... uh, conquer." Sam muttered, "Even at my own school there were only one or two gay kids." He said softly. Shoal looked at Sam with a bit of a quizzical look.

"You lived all this time, hiding who you were?" Shoal asked, shaking his head, "Trust me, from someone who has hidden among the reeds all his life, it's no way to live. You should be the real you, the one you were destined to be." Shoal whispered before he leaned in to kiss Sam.

This time there was no restraint, no hesitation. Their lips met, their tongues tangled, arms wrapped around one another. Sam loved the faint musk that filled Shoal's hair, smelling of fresh grasses and mossy stones. He loved how fluid, firm, fleshy and strong he felt against him. He loved how warm he was, and soon enough he loved feeling the hands working at his pants. Shoal had little experience with human clothes and started to grunt and even growl a bit while fussing with the button of Sam's shorts.

Sam chuckled a little, loving Shoal's frustration before he reached down and popped the button, drawing the zipper down. Shoal looked relieved and tugged the shorts down, letting them sink to the bottom of the pond. His hand slipped in, dipping beneath the waistband of Sam's shorted before they, too, were extracted. In moments Sam was naked, floating in the murky pond with a mustached merman.

Shoal floated closer and Sam felt something long, firm, and slick against his stomach. He looked down, halfway expecting it to be one of the big fishes, but it was all Shoal. His shaft was quite long, firm, pinkish purple and honed to a tip, extending out of a thick rubbery slit in his turquoise scales. Sam looked down at it, feeling a bit embarrassed that he didn't have nearly as much to offer, but he shivered as Shoal wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it.

"You are perfect..." Shoal whispered. Sam looked doubtful.

"I don't know how any of this works, I've... never done it with anyone, let alone a merman." Sam whispered. Shoal grinned and leaned forward to kiss Sam's chin.

"After me, you won't want to do it with anyone else." He whispered. Without further warning, Shoal dipped down below the surface. Sam watched his long, black hair billow out into a swaying concert of fibers. He saw his long, powerful merman tail extending out several feet behind him like some powerful water dragon. He saw his cinnamon toned skin shift beneath the surface, and then Sam felt the most exquisite feeling of his entire life.

Sam gasped and cooed as Shoal's mouth wrapped around his plump, fat cock head. Inch by inch, Shoal swam up closer and closer, taking in more and more. Sam's toes curled and he sunk lower in the water as he felt the head of his cock bump the back of Shoal's throat before it dipped down into his esophagus. Shoal began to bob his head back and forth, sucking and slurping, working Sam's rod.

Sam felt it harder and harder to stay afloat, moaning and gasping as the merman blew him. He sunk down to his neck, then his chin, his entire body rigid with pleasure. He grunted hard, his heart racing, his nipples tingling. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and Sam called out - sounding more like an angry goose than a siren of the reeds. He came suddenly, feeding Shoal a hearty dose of his pent up sperm. Even underwater, he could feel Shoal gobbling it up, savoring every last gulp before he finally slipped off and surfaced.

Sam panted hard, looking out at Shoal. Shoal was grinning ear to ear, his eyes practically glittering. Freshly wet, his long hair cascaded down across his shoulders like a waterfall.

"That was amazing..." Shoal panted as well, still licking his lips, "I want more... I want you, I need you!" he panted before he lunged, pinning Sam against the mud bar. Sam moaned.

"I... I want to give you everything, but I ... I don't know if I can cum again. Humans... We're kind of stupid that way." Sam said. Shoal looked a little disappointed for a moment before his face brightened again.

"Then don't be human." He replied, as if that answered everything. Sam blinked, looking at Shoal.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Shoal grinned brighter.

"We have a connection, we're like each other. We like each other... Be a merman, like me. Then you can cum as many times as you need to..." Shoal said, petting Sam's cheek, "Be with me, be mine..." he whispered.

"I..." Sam sputtered, looking at this exotic, handsome, virile, supernatural man. His mouth had tried to formulate excuses, but there was only one he could think of, his parents. Nothing else in his life seemed worth it... His school was going to be crap, having to work a job was going to be crap, and Shoal was right. He'd been hiding who he was his entire life. There wasn't a single part of his life that he liked, not like he liked Shoal. He'd have to find a way to break it to his parents, but nothing was going to hold him back now. "I want to be yours." He whispered. Shoal grinned brightly.

"I will make you the finest husband... I will celebrate you, I will pleasure you..." Shoal whispered, placing kisses onto Sam's chin and cheeks and neck.

"Just let me love you, let us be... husbands... that respect each other." Sam muttered, feeling a strange, potent flutter in his chest. Husbands... Husbands... A man and his husband. The word had been said a thousand times in his life, but never before had it seemed so powerful, so necessary, so him. He looked at Shoal, at his future husband... and he felt his cock get hard all over again. Sam grunted, panting, moaning.

"Yes! Yes my Sam, my husband! Yes... That's it..." Shoal whispered, sliding forward. Sam grunted as he felt his cock glide against Shoal's, flesh to flesh, sliding closer and closer and then... in? Sam was confused for a second as his cock head hit the base of Shoal's cock and started to pry between the scales, but Shoal wrapped his arms around Sam and pulled him tighter. Sam gasped, his head popping into Shoal's slit. He felt the spongy, hot, slick pouch inside along with the merman's cock. He slipped in more and more, inch by inch.

Shoal moved to kiss Sam, their lips touching. Sam could taste a bit of his own cum on Shoal's tongue, but he enjoyed it. They embraced and Shoal started to wriggle and flex, sliding back and forth, getting Sam's cock edged in deeper and deeper into his slit. Sam grunted and thrashed, starting to really thrust. The two tangled, no longer trying to stay afloat. Shoal put one hand around Sam's shoulder, the other on the back of his head as they sank beneath the surface, slipping into the silky water of the pond.

Bubbles clung to Sam's skin for a few moments before floating up to the surface as they sank. Their kiss was intense, their bodies entwined. Sam thrust like a madman, managing to get in deeper and deeper, pounding the inside of the merman's slit. The friction was intense since he was fighting with Shoal's own cock for room in there, but it was so hot and silky and perfect. Sam moaned, but bubbles escaped his lips. Suddenly the idea of drowning became very real again.

Shoal held his head in place as their lips tightened. The merman exhaled slowly, releasing a blast of air into Sam's mouth. Sam let the air infuse his lungs, giving him renewed strength. He started to thrust even harder, grabbing onto Shoal's waist. Shoal brought his own hips back, the two pounding and pounding, their junk slamming into one another. Shoal had never felt so fulfilled. This human was his destiny, his husband, his mate.... All that was left was to wake him to his true destiny.

The merman broke the kiss, throwing his head back beneath the water, his hair billowing out behind him. His lips parted and he emitted a sound that Sam could hear in his skull, ears and lungs. Shoal came - and he came hard. Thick ropes of sperm jetted out of his merman cock, spraying all over Sam's stomach and chest, even his face. It clung to him in thick webs, but there was more than that. Sam's achingly hard cock felt a rush, a thick cloud gush out of the slit. The musky milky cloud spread out around them both, saturating the water, filling it.

Shoal shook as he came so hard, inundating them both with more hormones and pheromones and sperm than he had ever released in his life. He leaned close, grabbing onto Sam, basking in the pleasure of it all, knowing that this human, this young man, this exotic lover was his now. There was no going back. Shoal started to work his hips again, sliding back and forth, letting Sam's cock slide in and out of his slit. Sam shuddered, awash in a daze of lust and glory. With each thrust he felt more confident, more masculine, more himself.

Every time Sam pulled back out of Shoal's slit, his cock seemed reluctant to leave. It stretched out longer and longer and longer. The mushroom shaped head tapered to a point, the skin grew more rubbery and firm, it filled out and anchored in his groin. Shoal shivered with pleasure as he was fucked by a true merman's rod. He reached out, his hand caressing the cum on Sam's chest, working it into his skin, reaching up to massage it against his face. Much like human cum, his semen hadn't been all that water soluble but it seemed to soak into Sam with ease, disappearing.

Sam's face tingled, his chest, his arms and most of all his legs. He moved to fuck Shoal with all his might, slamming his foot long cock into that slit. He felt Shoal's cock hardening again, the tip nudging and pushing against his own cock. It was an odd feeling, like he was getting poked by a rubber tipped rod, feeling it push against his skin harder and harder until, to his surprise, the flesh flexed in. Shoal grunted and kept hitting the same spot over and over again, just to the side of Sam's cock, just above his balls. The skin grew softer, thicker, spongier. It hugged the base of Sam's cock, forming a sort of mound around it.

Shoal focused on his prize and kept going, dipping an inch into Sam, then another, then a third. As his cock made progress, emerald green splotches started to form around Sam's cock, fanning out across his balls, around his hips and across his ass. The pigmentation spread quickly, shining like fishscale. As it spread, the skin toughened, taking on a rubbery, almost plastic consistency. It was harder and harder for Sam to kick his legs independently, soon he moved them in unison. The cloud of merman cum hung around him, soaking his hair, his skin, every part of him.

With a slight shifting of the hips, Shoal brought them into perfect alignment as his cock plunged deep into Sam's slit, and Sam's cock continued to dominate his own. The two worked in and out, coming together in perfect harmony, their hot, firm chests braced for support as their lower bodies thrashed and whipped to make it all possible. Sam was lost in it all, feeling his legs get sticky, soft, and stiff. With each whip of his lower body, he felt his thighs fusing, his knees adhering, even his ankles locking together.

The outer edges of his legs had shifted to a brilliant emerald tone, but the inside was a softer jade green as the skin knit together and hardened, bulking out, smoothing and refining. The outer scales firmed up, protecting the meat inside as it shifted to pure muscle and ligaments. His bones ached as they started to grow out longer, taking on new segments and joints, reshaping and contorting. Sam's feet flattened and fanned out into fins, the toes webbing together before individual digits disappeared. End to end, Sam was pushing past eight feet in length, then nine, then ten. His tail was long and elegant, just like Shoal's.

Even Sam's ass felt like it was getting special treatment as his cheeks firmed, tightened, toned and grew scaly. The round edges were lined with scales, coming up all the way to the small of his back, leaving only a small trail of shiny green pigment to climb up his spine. Sam moaned again and again, only realizing on the third one that he hadn't stopped for air. He felt the water travel in his nose and mouth down into his lungs, only to have it pushed out again. His neck tingled, no doubt from some recent change to his anatomy. However it was working, it seemed that the fear of drowning had gone.

Thrust after thrust, the two mermen mated. The water rippled and sloshed above them, the murk kicked up beneath. Some of the fat, healthy fish swam around the outer edge of the musk cloud to investigate before darting back off. The mermen, after all, were predators. It was best not to interrupt their mating cycle if it could be avoided. Sam was barely aware of the fish, hearing faint movement in the water. His hearing was getting better and better as his ears softened, burned, tingled and pushed into points before solidifying again.

Shoal's hands wandered Sam's body, appreciating every contour and every detail. He adored his lover, he felt as if they were meant to be... Green and turquoise, two males, mated for life. They fucked hard and fast and deep, but Shoal began to arch his back as he felt the spongy, tight flesh of Sam's slit start to quiver. Sam wasn't sure what it meant at first, especially after his balls had sunk deep into his merman tail, but he knew exactly what that burning, tingling rush was racing through his head.

Sam threw his head back, arched his spine and then let loose with the most powerful orgasm of his life. The last few drops of his human cum were expelled before being followed by quarts of thick, potent merman cum. It filled Shoal's slit before expelling outward, but that was only the start of it. Sam's more oceanic anatomy wanted to contribute too and soon a huge, thick, musky cloud erupted from Sam's slit, enveloping them both, making the water silky and shiny with the sheer volume of the merman cum.

The two found each other again, kissing and embracing, basking in their mutual love, feeling the last refinements to Sam's body taking root. The weariness to his muscles faded away, his pecs and abs refining. His biceps and triceps thickened, his tail grew out a bit longer. Even his scalp tingled, his auburn hair swaying as it grew out a little longer and then a little more, sweeping around his head.

Sam held himself there, arms wrapped around Shoal. He could feel his very long, very full merman cock embedded in Shoal's belly. He could feel Shoal's cock deep inside his own. They were both still rock hard, coated in merman cum, bound and mated... They were husbands. They were together. They were destined. Sam felt a faint sting at the edge of his eyes. If he had been on land, he had little doubt he would have been crying. Underneath the water, it felt a bit different.

At first he wasn't sure why, but with a little thought it made sense. He had been hiding all of his life, keeping anyone from knowing who he was. At the same time, he'd also been excluded from belonging to anything, to anyone. He had been alone, apart, distinct and different. Now... Now he had someone, someone to love him, someone to be with, someone to give himself to. Shoal was his, and he was Shoal's. He leaned forward and kissed Shoal tenderly, letting their lips play with gentle passion.

Shoal was beside himself as well, holding on to this newly created merman, to his husband. Sam was perfect, sublime, sweet and tender. He'd heard stories of his sisters claiming mates from those that visited the lake, but they rarely turned out well. They had wiped their memories and dumped them back on the shores. Shoal felt luckier. This was going to be his husband for life, and they would be happy. He knew they could be devoted lovers, to make each other happy and content. Even when the winter months came and the lake froze over on the surface, they would keep each other warm and comfortable.

Sam felt Shoal shifting in the water, bringing his long tail up beneath them both. He coiled it enough to get a bit of an anchor in the murk on the bottom of the pond. With a foundation in place, he pulled Sam against him closely, wrapping his arms tight. Sam was uncertain at first, trying to figure out what was going on until he realized... they were going to have a nap beneath the water, cuddling and sleeping after their mating ritual.

The former human smiled and pressed against Shoal, wrapping his arms around him, using his tail to try and wrap around Shoal's coil as best he could. The two settled down to the bottom of the pond, let their eyes drift shut, feeling the sway of the water back and forth, up and down. It was like the heartbeat of the lake, pushing out into the channels. It was the comforting embrace of nature itself. This was one summer that Sam would never forget.

**** The summer had come to an end and winter had set in. The lake had frozen over and snow blanketed the trees. When it melted away in spring, the animals had emerged, and a few months later the humans had started to return to Kirby Lake. The feeling had shifted a little as so many of the young men had become college aged men. There were more bonfires on the shores, more beers shared among friends. People regaled one another with stories of their exploits and accomplishments, their conquests and their prowess.

More than a few had come back to Kirby Lake to recapture their youth. Once more Clark and Hank had boarded their speedboat to cruise the lake, looking for women to seduce. Hank's eyes scoured the shores, the piers, even wizard's rock in the center of the lake. When he looked at the rock, his eyes widened in shock. He reached over and hit Clark's shoulder.

"Is that... Is that the kid we punked last year?!" he asked. Clark turned his head, following Hank's gaze, his jaw dropping. Reclined against the rock, half submerged in the water, Sam was sunning himself. His auburn hair had grown out past his shoulders and a tuft of auburn beard hung down from his chin. His upper body was beefy and his eyes were a richer green than they ever had been before.

As much of a shock as the kid's return was to the men on the speedboat, the far more shocking aspect were the lewd acts that someone else was performing on him. Shoal braced against the rock with two hands, his head bobbing up and down on Sam's exquisite, full, long cock. He took it down deep into his throat, suckling the steady fountain of cum his husband fed him. Shoal had gotten taller and beefier as well, feeding off of his husband's seed all winter. His pecs were full and round, his abs defined by a ten pack. Even his black mustache had gotten thicker, dipping down on either side of his lips.

Even from a distance, there was no denying that Sam was being blown by a dude. The speed boat pushed along at a slow pace, Hank and Clark frozen in shock. Sam merely raised one hand, giving them a languid wave. After all, if it hadn't been for their elitist prank, he never would have met his husband or found his best life. He watched them push past wizard rock, disappearing from view. He had little doubt they would turn around and come back, but it was best to leave them with a mystery.

Sam reached down, caressing the back of Shoal's head. His husband reluctantly, and with great resistant, popped his lips off of Sam's huge merman cock. He licked his lips hungrily. Sam smiled, knowing that they would be able to resume in short enough order. He gave a nod to Shoal and he dipped beneath the surface, allowing Sam to push off and dive down behind him. With a few flicks of his emerald green tail, he propelled himself down several body lengths.

The dull, constant growl of the speed boat's motor echoed from above. Sam watched the jerks come back around the rock and then come to a stop, no doubt looking for them. Sam felt such flee at causing such mischief as he began to swim back down, catching up to Shoal. Shoal rolled over onto his back like a dolphin, looking up at his husband. Sam slid along his body until they were chest to chest, wrapping his arms around Shoal.

Their lips met, their tongues tangled and their tails wrapped around one another. Kirby Lake had been a magical place for many, but the magic it bestowed on Sam stretched well past a memorable summer. The magic had changed his life, had given him the love of his life, and it had given him a new chance. There was no doubt that he'd make the most of it, and he'd do everything in his power to make Shoal a happy, healthy, and very well fed husband.