Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 05:50:14 -0500 (PDT)
From: Desmond Hammond
Subject: Beach House 2

Title:  Beach House 2 by Desmond Hammond (pseud).
Copyright 2001.  All Rights Reserved.

Disclaimer: This story contains fictional accounts of consensual boy-boy
and man-boy sexual behavior.  None of these events ever happened.  In fact,
they were never really imagined, they have not been written down, and you
are not going to read them.  Nevertheless, if this story did exist it would
be intended as an artistic challenge to conventional social limitations on
social, emotional, and sexual expression.  You should not read the
following if you are offended by such expression.  Likewise, you should not
read this if doing so constitutes a violation of the law in the oppressive
police state you call home.  In fact, nobody should read this.  I'm warning
you now.  Stop!  Don't go any further.  I will not be held responsible for
your lewd and irresponsible behavior.  Also, please do not e-mail me, ever.

Last chance.  Stop reading now if you are under 18 years of age, or if you
believe that reading this material is illegal, unethical, or otherwise
unacceptable in the community in which you are held responsible.
Peace.-Dessie


Beach House 2

	I turned and left the bathroom after watching Mark engulf my son's
penis and scrotum and began sucking and mouthing my boy in earnest.  Eric
was giving way to the throes of ecstasy, and I was reeling from the stark
intensity of the 12-year-old's highly experienced sexuality.  I pulled the
door to the bathroom shut and was greeted with a caravan of fellow beach
goers returning from the porch to claim vacancies in the bedrooms.  It was
well after midnight, and folks were ready for bed.  The noisy gathering in
the hall was clarifying who would end up where.  It seemed that Mike and
Kevin were going to share the bedroom beside the bathroom, and both slipped
their way past me while exchanging taunts and teases with the others in our
troop; a continuation of the jovial atmosphere on the deck.  It seemed that
Vicky, her fianc‚ Stephan and Candace were all going to share the master
bedroom on the king-sized bed, and Debbie and David would take the middle
bedroom.  That would leave me, Eric, Berkeley, Mark, Chris, and Chris' mom
Margaret to take up the space in the living room.

	As I rounded the L-shaped corner of the hall after saying my "good
nights," I heard Kevin's voice exclaiming, "Oh my God!  Whoa!"

	Mike's voice followed immediately, "What?  Let me see."  They had
apparently entered the bathroom.

	"Ohhh baby!  Orrrrr-GIE!" hollered Mark after apparently looking
over Kevin's shoulder at my son getting blown by Mark.  There was some
extra commotion, and then I heard Kevin's voice growing muffled as the door
apparently closed behind him.

	I grew weak in the knees briefly as I was overwhelmed by the image
of my little prepubescent 12-year-old alone and naked in the bathroom with
three men, but I knew from his assertiveness with Mark that he had a mind
of his own and was intent on getting it on.  I consoled myself with the
knowledge of their warmth and sensitivity, and trusted that there was
nothing I could do to that would be of value to anyone other than getting
out of the way and letting everyone do was his heart led him to do.  As I
entered the living room, Margaret had unfolded the sofa bed and was putting
sheets on it.

	"It looks like we're sharing this," she said, adding, "The boys
have the floor mats," referring collectively to Chris, Eric, Berkeley, and
Mark.

	I started to set up the floor mats when I looked through the
sliding glass doors leading to the deck and saw, from the light flooding
out from the living room, Berkeley on his knees in front of his chair.  His
back was turned to me.  In front of him, bending over the table that was
against the beachside railing was Chris.  I stared for a moment, and then
went out on the porch.  Now that I'd wet my appetite for voyeurism, I felt
more brazen about indulging it.  Of course, nobody was really hiding
anything.  Chris was as naked as the day he was born and bending forward
over a table in full view of his mother, who was trying to keep herself
distracted with the sheets.  She was obviously well aware of the hot action
her son was getting on the porch.  I slipped out the door as quietly as I
could and slid the screen door back behind me.  My shadow cast over
Berkeley and Chris as I came out, but neither paid any attention to me.
Chris's head was turned to his right side and his arms lay at his sides,
the fingers of each hand pulling open the perfect, half-grapefruit sized
orbs of his soft velvety ass.  Berkeley's face was buried in Chris' butt
crack from the bridge of his nose to the front of his chin.  Each of his
hands firmly grabbed hold of a slender thigh as he pulled the
eleven-year-old back into his face.  He sucked, slurped, and tongued Chris
noisily and enthusiastically, periodically moaning his pleasure and shaking
his head from side to side as he drilled his tongue deep into the boy's
tight little ass.  As I watched, Berkeley moved his hands up to the boy's
hips and pulled him back, further impaling Chris on his tongue and making
him bend a bit more at the hips, nearly sitting on Berkeley's face like one
might lean back on a stool.

	Chris was obviously loving it.  His fingers clutched as his butt
cheeks, struggling to open them wider and wider to give the man deeper
access into his boy pussy.  He shifted his feet to spread his legs wider
and groaned his pleasure in short little gasps, "uh, uh, ohh, uh-uh, oh,
uh."  I made my way to his side and began caressing his silky smooth back
and stroking his hair.  He was a beautiful and very uninhibited boy.
Seeing him give himself over to the boy lover slurping away at his ass, and
now finally touching him, the last of my inhibitions melted away.  I opened
my fly and pulled my throbbing erection out of my pants as I moved toward
his face, which he still had turned toward my side of the table.  I had
only to touch the glans of my penis to his cheek for him to open his mouth
and eagerly take me in.  I was surprised at how quickly he engulfed the
helmet and at how hard he sucked it.  I felt his tongue flick rapidly back
and forth over my piss slit as I laid my right hand on the straight
delicate strands of hair atop his head to gently pull him toward me.
Leaning forward at the same time achieved the desired effect: Chris drew
the first two inches of my raging six and half inch hard on into his hot,
hungry mouth.  His tongue began to flicker across the shaft as he swallowed
it deeper and deeper with each stroke of our growing rhythm.

	Just then, Berkeley reared up, pulling his face out of Chris' ass
and, in one smooth motion, dropping his shorts down to his ankles and
stepped out of them.  In less than four seconds time Berkeley was rapidly
burying his seven-inch cock up Chris's soaking wet ass.  With the first
motion, Berkeley's dick head disappeared.  Then he thrust his hips five or
six times while still holding Chris's hips, leaning his weight forward as
he did so.  Each thrust drove his bone another inch or so into the boy, and
by the time he'd finished the half dozen rapid, pounding thrusts, he had
completely buried his cock up the kid's ass.  I swear the whole thing took
less that ten seconds.  Chris let out a passionate gasp and moaned;
"Ohhhhhh!"  My cock fell out of his mouth momentarily, leaving a trailing
strand of thick saliva strung from the head of my dick to Chris's bottom
lip.  With that, Berkeley leaned over to lie on top of the boy. Putting his
left hand on the back of the kid's head, Berkeley gently but deliberately
pushed the boy's mouth back toward my prick.

	"Suck it, handsome!  Suck that fat cock while I fuck your sweet
little ass!" he cooed.

	Berkeley's words were superfluous at best, because Chris did not
need to be told how to do what he wanted to do.  With a gasping inhale he
open his mouth wide and lunged his head toward me, impaling his face on my
rod.  I could feel the head strike the back of his throat as he bounced on
it and closed his lips around the base of the shaft.  I started taking long
deep strokes in his mouth as Berkeley sloshed in and out of the tight
little ass.  Glancing over at the door, I saw Margaret standing at the
screen looking out at us.  For a moment, I felt a wave of embarrassment
knowing I was eagerly participating in a three-way with her 11-year-old son
as the center of attention.  Then I noticed she had unbuttoned her white
blouse about half way down and had one hand inside it, caressing her own
breast and fingering an erect nipple.  Her other hand disappeared into the
front of her shorts, though I could tell by the distinctive circular
motions of the lump beyond her wrist that she was working her clitoris
while absorbed in the sexfest in front of her.  I looked directly into her
eyes and saw the look of hunger and of desperation.  She'd been lonely far
too long and was jealous of the masculine attention her young son received
so regularly.

	I would later learn that Margaret had had a series of male lovers,
several of whom had ended up more interested in Chris than in her.  She had
tolerated their sexual exploits with her young son because of her own fear
of losing them and her own feeling of desperation in wanting sex and
attention from men while she struggled to make it alone in the world with a
son to raise.  She also wanted Chris to have a male role model around, so
she was delighted that her men would take him camping and to baseball
games, and would spend time with him.  It didn't occur to her at first that
some of these men befriended her in order to get access to her gorgeous
young boy.  It began when Chris was about eight, and had continued until
about three months ago when she broke off a relationship with a guy who was
obviously and openly interested in a sexual relationship with Chris.  At
first, she had appreciated his honesty and felt safe knowing that the
relationship was not going on behind her back.  She also knew that Chris
was already very active sexually, and that the relationship was fully
consensual.  Despite Margaret's jealousy, she knew Chris was having the
time of his life.  Chris would later reveal that, in fact, he continued to
maintain lasting friendships with several of Margaret's ex-boyfriends
without her knowledge.

	The most recent beau had been Gary.  He and Chris had enjoyed
several trips to the beach together, staying overnight in motels and
spending the days surfing, swimming, play Frisbee, and going on rides on
the boardwalk. Chris spoke highly of these trips and was obviously over the
moon for Gary, who was a blend of father, brother, and best friend all
rolled up in one convenient and available package.  Both would
enthusiastically recount the adventures they enjoyed, and Chris would
frequently plead with his mom for permission to go again and to stay
longer.

	Margaret had grown uncomfortable, however, as she began to glean
bits and pieces of details about the extracurricular activities on these
trips.  At first it was obvious that Gary, the man she thought might become
her new fianc‚, was having an all-out sexual affair with Chris.  Given
Chris' burgeoning sexuality and his obvious love for the man, that aspect
had taken a little getting used to, but in itself did not appear to be a
problem.  Later, however, she heard other names mentioned.  She also once
overheard Chris whisper the question "are they all gunna fuck me?" over the
phone with Gary.  She came to learn that Gary was inviting a growing group
of friends of his to "visit" the motel they were staying in and have a
round or two with Chris.

	The first time it had just been a friend of Gary's showing up at
the room.  Gary suggested that he would go out and get some beer and leave
his friend and Chris alone together to get acquainted.  Gary took his time
getting the beer, and by the time he returned Chris and Gary were in the
shower together.  The covers had been kicked completely off of the bed, and
the bottom sheet had obvious semen stains on it.  A partially spent tube of
KY jelly was on the nightstand, and a big dab of the clear goo pooled up on
the tabletop where other sloppy smears of the stuff were evident.
Ultimately, it was Chris's bragging to Gary about him having "missed all
the fun," along with the kid's off hand comment that next time Gary ought
to stay too, that gave Gary the idea of sharing his find more generally.
The last time they had gotten together for the weekend, Margaret later
learned there had been over a dozen different men involved, some of them
strangers from a local bar.

	Gary had tried to soothe her anger and sense of betrayal upon her
discovery of events, reassuring her that he always required strangers to
wear condoms whenever they did anything with Chris.  The phrase "always"
rung in her head.  How many times had this happened?  She started counting
the weekends, and then threw Gary out of their lives.  He had tried to
plead with her, acknowledging that he'd gone a little too far and promising
to keep the boy to himself from that time forward.  Margaret was
unconvinced, however, and had heard enough.

	That was the last conversation Margaret had had with Gary before
threatening to call the police if he didn't disappear from her life. He
did, and has not been seen or heard from since.  This left a void in Chris'
life, but he'd seemed to understand that his adventures with Gary had gone
overboard.  Now Margaret watched as once again Chris stole the masculine
attention away from herself.  I didn't know the whole story at the time,
and wouldn't find out until later in the week.  All I knew at this time was
how incredibly hot, soft, and wet Chris's mouth felt, and how intensely he
could suck a long fat cock buried deep into his throat and plunging deeper
with each stroke.  I probed his dewy grotto and felt him hum his pleasure
through his lips and tongue.  Margaret's masturbation intensified too as
she watched us consume the hot little sodomite.  We hadn't known, but might
have guessed from his total abandon, that this was exactly what Chris had
been missing and needing.

	After several more minutes of frenzied passion, Berkeley reared up
and rested one hand on the table beside Chris while reaching over the boy
to knead one of his little round butt cheeks.  I could tell he was getting
close, so I pulled most of my cock back out of Chris's mouth and placed his
hand around the shaft, controlling its motion myself in order to maintain
the perfect rhythm.  His tongue continued to lick and slurp at the head
while he masturbated me fast and hard under the direction of my own hand.
Then the waves of pleasure overtook me and I felt a deep orgasm rock me to
the core of my being.  My cum burst out of my cock just as Chris had again
engulfed the head in his mouth.  He easily and naturally swallowed the
squirt, sliding the glans out of his mouth and closing his lips as he did
so.  The second shot hit his closed lips and cheek, prompting him to open
his mouth and eyes wide.  The third ejaculation went straight into his open
mouth, although some of it oozed out the other side before he could catch
it.  He pressed his tongue against the head and caught the fourth squirt,
spraying it over his tongue and lips, and causing more to run down his
cheek onto the table below.

	On seeing me cum in Chris' face, Berkeley pulled his cock abruptly
from the boy's rectum and started shooting all over his ass and back. The
first wave shot directly into the boy's crack.  Berkeley's penis slid up
the well-lubricated trough and slid out the top, causing the second shot to
squirt a gooey white strand across Chris' back, with some ending up in his
hair. I pushed my cock back into the kid's mouth as Berkeley rubbed the
head of his prick over one of those velvety soft half-grapefruit orbs,
oozing semen all over it.  Chris finished licking me clean, while Berkeley
took half a step back and in one motion pulled his shorts and boxers back
on.  He turned and walked back into the house, passing Margaret without
saying a word on his way back to the bathroom.

	I kneeled beside the table after pulling my own shorts back up, and
leaned forward to look into Chris' beautiful green eyes.  With an index
finger, I wiped the cum off his cheek and brought my finger to his mouth.
He looked at me, smiling, before licking the glob off and swallowing my
finger deep into his orifice as he had done with my penis moments ago.  He
sucked it hard, and I played at letting him milk it, sliding it in and out
between the second and third knuckle.  I took it out of his mouth
momentarily to wipe the rest of my cum off his face, then reinserted the
finger in his mouth and looked in his eyes to watch him suck it
seductively.

	Margaret came out on the deck as I kissed the her son's cheek, then
replaced my finger with my tongue, deeply and passionately kissing the
11-year-old boy that Berkeley and I had just so intensively fucked.
Margaret bent over her boy on the table and began smearing the semen over
his back with her left hand, gently caressing her son while spreading and
drying the cum like suntan lotion.  She started at his head and neck, and
then slid her hand down over his left shoulder blade where a larger glob
had gathered.  She then slowly and methodically massaged down his back to
his butt.  She kneeled behind him and gingerly spread his ass open with her
fingertips.  I looked over at her as Chris sucked my tongue into his mouth.
She just stared into his gaping hole, spellbound at seeing how open his boy
pussy had become for the man who had just hungrily consumed him.  She wiped
the remaining cum off his ass with her shirt, after unbuttoning it the rest
of the way to free a shirttail for this purpose.  As she rose back up to
her feet, she cupped and momentarily caressed his left butt cheek and
watched me finish passionately tonguing his mouth.  As I rose, she gently
patted his bottom.

	"Party's over kiddo," she said.  "It's time you get ready for bed."

	Chris raised himself up slowly from the table and stood beside
Margaret fingering the tip of his still erect penis.  Margaret and I looked
at each other in the eyes before my gaze drifted down to her unbuttoned
shirt, and the cleavage I could see where the buttons naturally separated.
 I stepped forward and slipped my hand into the opening of her shirt,
caressing her smooth, flat stomach and sliding my hand up her rib cage to
cup her small but shapely breast.  She closed her eyes and gasped quietly
while I gently kneaded her breast.  I looked over at Chris who had stared
masturbating in earnest.  I then stepped forward again and brought my lips
to Margaret's.  She fell into me, kissing me deeply and passionately on the
lips.  Then she suddenly broke it off, and turned back toward Chris.

	"Honey, you need to get cleaned up and ready for bed.  Go, now.
Please."

	Chris smiled, and turned to go back into the house.  He stopped and
looked back at us when he reached the sliding doors.  After entering the
house, I stood and looked again for a moment after closing the door behind
him.  Once he had disappeared toward the bathroom, we went back inside to
finalize the bedding arrangements.

To be continued....
[Copyright c 2001 by Desmond Hammond.  All rights reserved.]