Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 10:06:38 -0700 From: Dick Peters Subject: Penis: A Love Story-2 ********************************************************************* If this fantasy appeals to you, you can: 1. Contact a therapist or 2. Check out one of my other Nifty stories: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/twin-boy-family/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/highschool/phallustine-boys-academy/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/she-male/brandy http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/penis-a-love-story or 3. Preserve your sanity and not read my stories anymore. In any case, a donation to nifty might be in order - that might even be therapeutic. ********************************************************************** Gabe winked at me. `Lets go Dick. Time to PLAY'. Such was my introduction to a hidden beach of intense sexual activity, primarily involving young gay and bisexaul males. I was led to an overlook of the beach by my new boyfriend (as I imagined him though we had only known each other for about 30 minutes). Gabe took my hand and led me stumbling down to the beach. I felt like Alice in Wonderland falling down her rabbit hole into a fantasy world. `Hi Gabe' a boy some distance away shouted, waving his hand. `Hi Andy' Gabe called back. We ran over to where the boy was sitting on a rock watching some heated boy love beach action. `I looked for you here a couple of days ago' Gabe said to Andy. `I was feeling sexy for you but you werent here'. I could believe that. What a cute, inviting body Andy had!. `Hey doofus. I told you last week that I was going to be at the Phallustine Acadamy campout'. `Oh right, man. So how was it. Did you catch any minnows?' I later learned that this was code between them for playing sex games with younger boys. `Yah. Real time! His name is Sam. I'll tell you about it later'. Andy glanced at me cautiously apparantly wondering if I was `safe'. `Oh. This is Dick, Andy, and that's his dick' Gabe added pointing sardonically at my stand up comedian, which was bobbing its head like a dashboard bobblehead. It was really time for me to settle down from all the dashing about. `Well, maybe he should join the scene' Andy laughed, pointing at the action only a few feet away from where we were standing. Three nude teenage boys, appearing to be about 18, 15 and 13, were posing for a variety of nudist tableaus and being photographed by a very pretty woman who was dressed as if she were going to an executive meeting of some sort. The incongruity struck me as both absurd and stimulating. `Reach down and slide your hand under Peters balls, Ricky'. The 13 year old snuggled in closer to the oldest boy, placing his hand as ordered. `Now squeeze Peter's balls a little bit and pull down on them.' `That's Angela' Andy said. `She's cool and even sexier than you'ld think'. `Ouch!' Peter complained, but his penis jumped up in an even prettier erection as he was being boyhandled. `Damn. That is so sexy' I whispered, my breath catching. `Now Colin. You are feeling jealous that Ricky gets to play with Peter's balls. Show us a little pout on your pretty face.' Colin acted an un-convincing pout owing to his being totally ravished by the other two boys in the scene. `Great' Angela called out sarcastically `You may want to audition for the sequel of `Plan B from Outer Space' Colin'. But she continued to film. `OK Colin. Lets try this: kneel down in front of Petey, maybe a foot away. Do you like the view?'. Colin nodded yes. `OK. Now Ricky, pull down on Petey's balls so the head of his penis bumps into Colins nose'. Ricky artfully performed his prestidigitation (or more to the point, his prestipenistation) and Peteys cock head came into an abrupt contact with Colins nose'. Angela swept in with a close up of this risible collision. I didn't know whether to laugh or masturbate so I proceeded on both fronts. Andy laid back on his rock, resting on his elbows and slowly waved his `hands off' erection from side to side while watching the action. Gabe, that beautiful boy who was to become my full body lover in due course, just giggled with pleasure at the bizarre scenario. `I love to watch Angela direct these things' he whispered to me `She's got an amazing imagination. And something else special too'. Before I could ask what else, she spotted Gabe and waved him over. Gabe ran off while I waited with Andy. `Gabe's cute isnt he'. `All the boys here are cute, Andy' I replied and no contradiction to that could be remotely vouched for. `And, I hope you're not offended Andy but I havent decided whether you could best be described as cute or pretty'. Andy had a look of the scamp about him, not my favorite style of boy appeal. But he also gave off the aura of one who, under the right circumstances, could be extremely yeilding, seductive and eager to please. I `inadvertently' brushed my penis against Andy's arm, leaning over to brush off an insect crawling across his belly. `Sorry if I tickled you with my hand, Andy. It looked like it wanted to crawl into your belly button' I finessed the untruth with modest success. I was quite happy for him to understand the true motivation of my touch, which had morphed into a caress. Andy's response was to, while still leaning back on his elbows, open the leg closest to me even wider than he had been doing; that type of `open spread' that so many cute boys I've known use to appeal to lecherous older males. `I like you touching my cock' Andy replied in a soft, provocative way which resonated with visions of intimacy that, well, that implied what was beginning to take place explicitely in Angela's scene, now with Gabe as a player. But before I could redirect my attention to the performance, Andy leaned up against me, (as my penis slid past his arm and began pressing up against his oh so smooth body) gazed deeply into my eyes and whispered rather commandingly `Kiss me`. My mind (and eyes) boggled. Well yes I thought, I love kissing boys. But before my tongue could enter the portal between Andy's moistened lips, Gabes voice, to Angela's annoyance, rang out `Come here Dick'. I had not been watching the action but with Andy's whispered suggestion `We'll finish this later, Dick' my attention switched to the developing passion play presumably transpiring before us. Gabe and Angela were in deep conversation in which she seemed to be remonstrating him for some reason while casually fondling his penis. His calling me was likely the source of her irritation. She looked quite angry as she talked directly to him even though he was waving at me with an impudent smile on his face. From that brief insolence on his part, I sensed that maybe Gabe was one of the few people able to challenge Angela's authority. `I guess he wants you to go over' Andy exclaimed with a wicked smile on his face. `One word of caution, Dick: beware the lioness!' Beware, hell. I wasn't going over there. Women have always frightend me because they sense (accuraely) that they have power over me. My own mother shaped my character in this regard. She had always treated me as a mildly tolerable source of both irritation and pleasure. She had wanted a daughter and was so confident that she was carrying a girl that she failed to get a sex selection test before giving birth. Thus, me. Not that she abused me. But it was always clear that I was, in a sense, her (albeit well taken care of) pet. There was barely a moment that my will to defy her was not beaten down without even a whimper of protest on my part. Beaten down, not physically, but with a sharp glance, a quick turning away, a change of subject. She did take pleasure in dressing me up like a girl, making me up very artfully as a teasy little coquette, nothing lavish or overdone but very feminine. And I played the part because I desperately wanted to please her. `Honey, you are so pretty' she would say as she completed her ministrations, kissing me, pinching my cheeks and occassionally (well actually, more than occassionally) sliding a hand under my oh so short mini skirt and gently rubbing a finger over the boyish swelling in the silky panties she has just put me in. It was so wonderful! Aagh, I hate to admit it but I loved being mommy's little girl; I was madly in love with her. And undoubtedly, it was her frequent fondlings of my sexual areas, from pre-adolescence on that led me to become the penis obsessive libertine that I have been ever since my first concisoussness of her fondlings. `Hey Dick. Wake up.' Andy interrupted my musings. Gabe and Angela were approaching and I suddenly recognized that I might have to endure some more disgrace at a woman's hands because Angela looked fiercely angry. Why was she so angry at me? The imperturbable Gabe seemed more amused than anything. True to my character, my eyes went directly to Gabe's beautiful lick stick bouncing so prettily as he approached, a very good excuse for me to avoid looking into his companion's reproachful face. `Why didn't you come over, man. Angela wants to meet you'. `Gabe's mistaken about that.' Angela responded. "I came to ask you to leave. You are upsetting the shoot'. Before I could pack up my wavering dick and flee the scene, Gabe shouted `No way Angela. Like I told you, Dick is my new boyfriend and I want him to watch'. `He's too old. I want only boys around today. He can come another day' Angela responded back at Gabe, trying again to ignore me out of existence. `I'll go down the beach, Gabe. Maybe I can see your pictures and videos after Angela's finished editing them'. I began leaving. Gabe grabbed my arm. `Wait, Dick'. And to Angela, `OK Angela. But only if you promise that you'll make a video of me and Dick together later'. Angela looked me up and down. And suddenly something clicked. Her angry face softened and a visage which had been almost masculine in anger turned beautifully feminine and open. `Sorry, Dick. I'm feeling somewhat out of sorts today. I'd love to film you and Gabe together. And really, I'm sorry for being so mean to you'. She was looking at me somewhat curiously as she said this. What had changed her mind? I was so shocked at the turn about that I barely recognized that my penis, which had begun to wilt in the face of Angela's anger, was re-emerging with a vengance. Andy, who was somewhat oblivious to what was happening, took my arm with a bright smile. "Hey Dick. Lets you and me go down the beach together and leave these two love birds together' Andy was the type of person who could very competently ignore undercurrents in any embarrassing or confusing social encounter. Glancing back at Gabe and Angela as Andy pulled me stumbling after him, the two, now very aimiable in expression and demeanor walked back towards the video site. When I looked back, almost as if on queue, Angela turned towards me with a slightly ambiguous curve to her lips, a smile of sorts to be sure, but something else. At that moment, a memory both intense and fleeting floated through my mind. And I knew then, that somewhere, at some point earlier in my life, Angela had been someone very important to me. But now the beauties on the beach beckoned. Andy and I surfed along the sands, our dicks bouncing like two naked little boys on a trampoline (a sight I actually witnessed recently which germinated hours of masturbatory fantasy), as we came upon a dozen or so Adonises, lying on their backs on towels, their legs spread, and strangely being witnessed, walking above them, by a very pretty woman, holding the hands of a boy and girl, and appearing to narrate what they were seeing, in a very intimate and whispery sort of way, into the ears of the children. Oh my!