Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2004 14:03:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: home_made_homos@yahoo.com
Subject: All I Could See

Ahh, summertime. When the sun burns its brightest, gardens are in full
bloom, college guys have nothing to do but chill out. What a great time
of year.

This particular summer was the first I had off after starting college. It
was late June 1994, and in Rhode Island at that time of year, the weather
was beautiful. I had rented a summer cottage with a couple of friends
from school, and we got it quite cheap because it belonged to the Uncle
of one of my buddies, so we rented it for the entire summer. It was
definitely only meant to be a summer place- there was no heat,
practically no insulation, and no indoor shower. It was small too- just a
cape with two bedrooms. I was lucky enough to win the coin toss to get
the best room of the two, the only one with an air conditioner in the
window. My friend Matt got the other room, while the third guy Jeff slept
on the pull-out sofa in the living room. Some nights, Jeff would bring
home some miscellaneous chick and since it was his Uncle's place, I
would offer up the room for their use. But I never minded, because
usually it was so beautiful outside that I would sleep on the hammock
that had been strung up in the small back yard. We were only about two
blocks from Misquamicut Beach, so the night offered cool breezes enough
to merit sleeping outside. Plus, I knew that I had given him a few
sleepless nights with the couple of slut chicks I had managed to get into
the room and made them get a little loud when I was plowing them.

One afternoon Jeff came home from the beach and let me know that one of
his sluts was coming around again tonight. No problem, I thought. The
weather forecast called for a clear night, so I would be fine outside. I
had partied hard the night before, so I wasn't planning on picking up
and bimbos that night myself. I figured I would walk down to the beach,
maybe light up one of the nice joints Matt had rolled for me, and chill
out.

It was summer, so the sun didn't really set until about 8:30 that night.
I went down to the beach wearing my favorite cutoff jeans and
Birkenstocks. In the parking lot was a gorgeous completely restored VW
Bug ragtop. I guessed it must have been from the late 60s. Bright orange
with a white top. I had noticed it a couple days before in the cottage
next to ours. I surmised the family was only renting the place for a week
or two, as I didn't see them bring too much stuff into the house.

When I got to the sand, there was a couple, probably in their mid
thirties sitting enjoying the twilight view from the beach. I guessed it
must have been the folks from next door. Being on the east coast, the sun
was setting on the other side from the water, but they were still
enjoying the beautiful view. The sky was a deep royal blue, with the
thinnest cover of scattered light-blue clouds, and the stars were just
beginning to make themselves seen. The couple was wrapped in a blanket
together, just under one of the outcropping of rocks. I thought to myself
that they looked really in love. They watched as two little boys of about
11 or 12 played and danced in the surf. The whole scene made me long for
my camera- it would have been the perfect little postcard moment.

I stayed far enough away from the couple that they couldn't see me while
I lit up. This was some damn fine weed I had scored just before coming
out to Rhode Island. I took a couple deep puffs, held them in my lungs as
long as I could stand, and exhaled through my nose. I was feelin' fine.
Nothing could bring me down now!

I laid back in the sand, and hovered in a state between wake and light
sleep. After a little while, I heard the unmistakable sound of a VW Bug
start then drive off. This made me realize that it was probably getting a
little late to be stoned and lying on the beach. The Westerly cops would
love to find me like this!

Standing up, I had a little difficulty getting my footing. I was in the
sand, and still significantly stoned. I realized that the little family
was heading home, and so should I. As I began to walk back to the
cottage, I noticed the VW again, and thought how silly it was for them to
have driven to the beach. Walking, I could get back faster than they
could, as they needed to drive around the whole neighborhood to get to
the cottage. But, then again, if I had a cool little car like that, I
would probably have driven it as well. I laughed in spite of myself.

When I arrived back at the cottage, I could see that my bedroom light was
on. Jeff was undoubtedly plugging some chick in there.I hope he's
wearing a rubber.

I didn't even bother going back into the house, just crossing the yard
to the hammock. It was a bit early to go to sleep, but I could definitely
go for a good lie-down in that comfy hammock and chill out for a bit.

As I laid in the hammock, I began to think about this girl I had met at
the beach the day we got there. She was just my type, dark hair, nice
perky tits, flat belly, and willing to jump into bed after the first
date. She did all the right things. She even let me slap her ass a little
when I was screwing her doggy-style. I always did that in that position
when I was with a chick. I don't know why, but it was one of my biggest
turn-ons. I would definitely have to see her again before the summer was
done.

My cock started to rise a little in the cutoffs as I thought of her. It
had just occurred to me that at this moment I couldn't remember her
name. No matter, it was written on the matchbook that had her phone
number in it which was sitting atop my dresser. I didn't feel horny
enough to jerk off, or so I thought, but I did reach inside my cutoffs
and wrap my hand around my hardening pecker. I closed my eyes and enjoyed
the feeling.

"What are you doing," I heard a voice faintly say off in the distance. It
sounded like a woman's voice. I thought I heard a little more mumbling
coming from the distance behind me, but couldn't make out what was being
said. I turned and strained my eyes to see where it was coming from. It
was the house next door. Like ours, their shower was outside, but their
cottage had built a small enclosure around it, cheaply made with
two-by-fours and dark green corrugated plastic walls. There was obviously
a light inside the little enclosure, as the green walls emitted an eerie
glow. I could see two figures inside. They were giggling and being
playful. That was kind of neat, I thought . . . the couple I had just
seen was fooling around in the shower. But there was something off about
it . . . both of the figures were too small to be the man and the woman.
It had to be the woman and . . . another woman? No way! There was a porno
movie-like chick-on-chick scene happening just feet away! I had to get a
closer look!

I got off the hammock, and approached the little bath house. More
giggling, and some playful struggling inside. This was going to be hot, I
thought! I approached slowly, being careful not to make any noise. As I
got closer, I noticed that there was a tiny little tear in one of the
plastic sheets . . . I would be able to get a full view of the action
inside! The greater powers of the universe are blessing me!

I carefully slouched down to look into the opening. Much to my surprise
and disappointment, it wasn't chick-on-chick action. It was the two boys
I had seen at the beach. Damn, I thought. I looked long enough to see
that one was still wearing his bathing suit, while the other was
completely naked. He had a little boner! HA HA, I thought . . . I
remember being that age and having a constant erection. His little four
incher was so hard it was stuck right up against his belly. Soon enough,
I thought, he would learn what it was for.

Turning away to return to my hammock, I distinctly heard one of the two
boys say, "just touch it!" The other was obviously resisting. My
curiosity got the best of me. I went back to the crack in the wall and
peered in. The boy with his shorts still on was standing in front of the
other while the water ran down his long, lean, completely hairless body.
The boner boy had convinced the other kid to stroke him off. Good for
him! When I was 12, I had a buddy who I used to mess around with, and at
that age it's so perfectly innocent. I watched in admiration at the
action going on here. I wished I could see the look on their faces, but
the angle was such that all I could see were their bodies.

I was a straight man, and I knew it. As far as I was concerned, dicks
were for chicks. I had no desire to touch, look at, or even think about
men in any sort of sexual manner. But this scene was turning me on like
you wouldn't believe. I guessed it was the combination of the fact that
I was feeling kind of horny anyway, and that it was making me relive the
similar experiences I had in my own adolescence. My cock was straining to
free itself from the denim fortress which held it so firmly. I unzipped
my pants, pulled out my cock in all its 7-inch uncut glory, and began to
stroke it off. Boner boy was having an awesome time, and now so was I.

The other kid stopped stroking off boner boy abruptly. "No, keep on,"
boner boy said. A few lowly-spoken words were exchanged between the two,
and the other kid re-approached boner boy, and boner boy pulled down the
other kid's shorts. The other kid's rock-hard cock slapped hard up
against his stomach. He wasn't as big as the other kid, but just as
hard. This kid was uncut, unlike boner boy. That throws away my theory
that they were brothers. Why would the parents circumcise one and not the
other?

Boner boy was fascinated by his friend's foreskin. He stroked uncut
boy's cock slowly up and down, while uncut boy returned the favor. They
soon had a nice rhythm going, stroking each other in unison. The more
they stroked, the closer their bodies got. After a few minutes, they
released their cocks, and embraced. I still couldn't see their faces,
but I guessed that they were kissing. I never kissed a boy at that age.
Or ever, for that matter. These two really figured out how to have fun,
and were going for it full-throttle.

I could hear whispering, but I couldn't make it out. My mind strained to
hear the dirty little things these two little horny boys were saying.
Soon enough, I figured it out. Boner boy was asking uncut boy to suck his
cock. Too cool! This I had to see. I fisted my cock even harder, thinking
of the first time I had felt someone's mouth around my dick, and how
magical and dirty it felt. Uncut boy was soon on his knees. I saw his
face for the first time. He was a cute kid, I thought. He had
reddish-blonde hair that was in a crew cut. His lips were thick and red,
and his face was a little flushed form all that he was up to. He looked
carefully at his friend's dick, and stuck out his tongue, bringing it up
to boner boy's cock. He licked it like a lollipop. Was this when he
thought sucking dick was? I almost burst out laughing. But he figured it
out all on his own. He took boner boy's cock into his little mouth and
began to stroke it up and down. He's going too fast, I thought, he
should have started out slower. But boner boy didn't seem to mind. He
instinctively started pushing his cock in and out of uncut boy's mouth.
This was so hot! I wondered of he was going to bring him to orgasm right
then! Boner boy let out a couple of muffled squeals, and shot a load into
uncut boy's mouth. Uncut boy backed up, somewhat surprised by what his
friend had done. Boner boy squirted another two or three tiny little
shots onto the floor, without even touching his cock, his cock jumping
with each shot.

"I didn't tell you you could squirt in my mouth, asshole!" Uncut boy
said, looking up at his friend. He had been tricked, I thought! All's
fair in love and preteen sex games, kid!

"Shhh!", whispered boner boy. I guess he was afraid the grownups would
hear. Little did he know that a grownup DID hear, and was so fucking
turned on by it! I shifted my weight and was careful not to make any
noise to stop the boy-boy action I was witnessing.

Uncut boy stood up, and the two stood very close, whispering inaudibly. I
watched as uncut boy slowly and lightly tugged on his foreskin while
talking to his little buddy. What were they discussing? Although boner
boy's cock had gone somewhat soft after cumming, I could see that it was
now completely hard again. Ahh, to be 12 again, I thought!

Boner boy turned his body and faced the wall opposite me. He had his arms
up against the wall. This was the first good view I had gotten of either
one of their little butts. Somehow, I was even more turned on. I don't
think I had ever seen such a smooth, unblemished, hairless ass crack.
Even ninety percent of the chicks I fucked had some kind of mark or hair
or something. This looked like two smooth freshly-baked loaves of golden
brown bread right out of the oven.

Uncut boy walked up behind his friend. He took a bottle of shampoo and
squirted some of it right onto boner boy's ass crack. The bottle made a
little fart-noise, and both boys giggled. Uncut boy began to rub the
shampoo up and down boner boy's crack. Could they really be getting
ready to do what I thought they were? Even I was too naive to have
thought of that at their age! Where did these kids learn this shit?

Uncut boy pulled back his foreskin and lubed up his cock with a little
more of the shampoo. More inaudible whispering. He got up behind his
friend, and from the best I could tell from this angle, was attempting to
stick it in his friend's asshole. Geeze, I thought . . . his cock going
in and out of that kid's smooth, warm, tight, hairless hole must feel
awesome. I was fisting my own dick imagining that I was uncut boy . . .
experiencing fucking for the first time, being dirty, doing things I knew
I wasn't supposed to be doing. All the while, running the risk of
getting caught. This must be terribly exciting for the both of them.

Uncut boy seemed to be having trouble getting his prick into his
friend's tight little ass. He whispered something to him, and boner boy
got down on all fours. This was the first chance I had to see boner
boy's face. He was strikingly handsome, I thought. He had dark-brown
hair that was bleached slightly from the summer sun and the salt water.
Very sharp features, and deep brown eyes. This kid could be a teen idol.

With boner boy now on his knees, uncut boy bent down to meet him. He was
pleased with himself that he had thought of this position. I could tell
by the self-satisfied smirk on his face. He knee-walked his way right up
behind his buddy, and slowly pushed his cock into boner boy's anus.
Boner boy resisted slightly, but seemed to enjoy it. It couldn't hurt
that much, I thought. True, it's his first time, but I'm sure he's
pushed out shit that was thicker than this kid's little prick!

Uncut boy started out fucking his friend slowly, but picked up the pace
quickly. He held tight onto his friend's hips. Seeing these two smooth
bodies become one tight little fucking machine was so fucking hot. Why
hadn't I thought of this at their age? I would have been fucking every
boy in my neighborhood- gay or not! Uncut boy was moaning softly with
each stroke, and boner boy had begun to jerk off his own little dick
again.

"Unh!", Uncut boy said, a little too loudly!

"Shut up!", Boner boy protested.

"S... sorry . . . ," uncut boy said. "It's just so . . . effing
awesome!"

I chuckled . . . this kid was fucking his friend in the ass, but
couldn't bring himself to say the f-word!

Uncut boy threw his head back, and let out a low, steady moan. I knew
this was it for him. I jerked my cock furiously, needing to shoot my load
at the exact same moment as this kid. I wanted to . . . cum with him . .
. next to him . . . with him . . . IN him. My state of consciousness had
been heightened . . . I was becoming one with uncut boy. I felt me orgasm
channeling into him, and his back into mine. I could feel what I was like
to cum inside another person for the first time again. What it was like
to have someone else's warm flesh squeeze my juice of me. My balls
pulsating, my whole body tensing and relaxing. We were cumming into his
ass . . . together. Somehow, I felt that uncut boy knew there was more to
what he was doing than what he was seeing. He reached down and slapped
boner boy's ass hard. Wow! Did I somehow make him do that?

Uncut boy pulled out of his friend's ass. The two sat on the shower
floor together, smiling and whispering. I looked down at myself and
realized that I had shot a huge load of jizz all over the side of the
shower enclosure.

I returned to myself, stood up, zipped up, and took a deep breath. That
was very cool, I thought. I slowly and quietly returned to my hammock.
Laying down, I began to feel a little guilty about kind of invading these
boys' privacy, but thought that they were none the wiser, so it didn't
really matter. I lit up again, and watched as the boys showered up, dried
off, and went back into the house with their towels wrapped around their
waists.

One night, 5 or 6 days later, I was in my room fucking some other chick
doggy style. When I glimpsed out the window, and could tell from the
silhouettes in the neighbor's bath house that the two were at it again.
Good for them, I thought. Good for them.

The family left the next day.


**This is a complete work of fiction. Although the places described in
the story are real locations, the story never actually happened. So,
don't write to me telling what an evil person I was for spying on these
kids, please! But, I hope you liked it. If you did, write to me at
home_made_homos@yahoo.com**