Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2017 19:20:54 -0400 (EDT) From: Freddy E. Subject: Beach Adventures, Chapter 2 Beach Adventures, chapter 2: Finding My Religion By Cresive As always, if you enjoy the story, please help support NiftyArchive. ================================================================= This is a follow up to the previous chapter. Unlike chapter 1, this story is mostly as it happened. I didn't have to consolidate several day's events into a single day. This happened about near the end of my summer vacation during the main family trip to the beach house. Again, names have been omitted to preserve the privacy of the characters involved. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Being so young, I wound up not only surviving my adventure at the beach club, but much sooner than I would have thought, I began to sneak back into the place. I guess teenage desires trumps fear for safety. Fortunately, I didn't have a repeat of the day I lost my swim suit. However, I did have many pleasant adventures. I used my time to study the naked male anatomy. I saw men's cocks, both big and small; cut and uncut. I took in bodies that were covered in dark, Mediterranean hair as well as those as denuded as a baby's body would be. I was even becoming an expert in predicting who would strip naked and walk around for all to see, and who would shower in their suits they were so shy. I only had one significant experience in the club after my losing my shorts. Fortunately, this was a much more pleasurable and fondly remembered time than my first go-around. It was toward the end of our family stay at the beach, in August. My whole family, including several nieces and nephews were at the house which meant I had fewer hours to myself. Having family there created built-in friends with whom to enjoy the beach, but it did limit my personal time. I did manage to get away for an afternoon and found myself walking south on the beach, toward the officer's beach club. This time, I brought a towel in case I lost my swim suit! I had timed the trip to make it to the club just as the busiest shower time occurred. I was rewarded with several men of every age to add to my mental study. I was fortunate enough to even see several men with their son's in tow. Again, that afforded me the opportunity to study their cocks in different stages of maturation. One family consisted of a man in his late 40's with a couple sons, I'd say about 17 and another about 10. I marveled at the different amount of pubic hair around their cocks, as well as how their stomachs presented in each age--the youngest had baby fat, the teenager was very lean and the dad had a muffin belly. I was really enjoying myself when an Irish-looking man approached me and asked if I was at the end of the queue. He was naked, about 5-feet-eleven and 200lbs. He had a little good living around his waist, but had the frame to carry it well. Since he engaged me, I took notice of his face first. He had a nice, round face with high cheek bones that lit up when he smiled at me. I couldn't tell if his cheeks were rosy due to his Irish heritage, being hot, or he got too much sun today. Whatever the reason, the color on his cheeks only added to the warmness of his smile. His hair was mostly gray, but had a strawberry blonde tint to it. He was balding on top, and the rest of his hair was cut short on the sides. He had very bushy eye brows that caught my attention as one was fully gray, while the other was strawberry blonde with gray wisps. I managed to pull myself away from his captivating smile and answered that yes, indeed I was at the back of the shower line. I then looked down to his hirsute chest and belly. He had broad shoulders that tapered down to a solid body. His body hair was also strawberry blonde, but had gray patches near his areolas and belly button. His areolas were a bright pink-red that stood out from his creamy white skin. His tits looked so tasty, I almost reached out to lick them, but his next question caught me short. "How did you enjoy the beach today?" It took me a few seconds to register the question and remember that I was at the beach and that I had spent the day here. Fortunately, I hadn't taken my first shower yet, so I still had sand and salt on me. Otherwise in my distracted state, I may have tried to explain why I was in the shower line. Getting back to his question, I quoted a few things about my day, wishing the surf had been better, etc. By this time, I had taken a few ganders as the man's package. He had long, mostly strawberry pubic hair that perfectly framed his long, uncut cock. Being a hot, summer day, his balls hung low and flawlessly accentuated his penis. His penis almost looked like a clapper between two bells. Unlike me, he had sufficient hair on his balls to make them look quite cozy in their fur. He had the same milky white skin color on his penis, except the tip of his foreskin which had a slight pink hue to it. His foreskin completely covered his glans which only made me ache to see it more. "Oh, you surf, do you?" Huh? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "Yes, I do, when I can find decent waves. If the waves aren't clean, I can also body board." At this time, I looked at his thick, muscular thighs. They were also covered in strawberry hair and I could tell this guy either jogged or cycled a lot. Even his knees were sexy! His were pale, free of hair, with a nicely squared knee cap and a slight overfold of skin as he stood still. "Body Board?!" Again, realizing that I was staring and not explaining myself, I looked back into his eyes to explain what body boarding is. He had deep, deep blue eyes that instantly mesmerized me. I went on to say that I could skim board if the waves were really bad. As I watched his deep blue eyes, I noticed the man taking a quick gander at my body as I explained my various activities. He was much more fluid in his technique, but I caught a stealthy glance or two while we talked. As I described skim boarding to him, I took the opportunity to look at his feet while describing how to jump onto a board. His feet were striking! They were perfectly formed, even his precision-clipped nails. His big toe was perfectly in line with his foot, and his smaller toes formed rank around it with military precision. His toes had a healthy rosy glow to them that made me want to see how much I could polish them with my hands and tongue. I have no idea what was causing me to react so extremely to this man. I came here to look at naked bodies, but after his opening gambit, I didn't notice anyone else in the shower lines. In fact, I almost didn't notice when a stall opened up for me. Fortunately, the stall was close to the front, so I was able to stay in sight line of the man. He also moved close to stay within sight-line of me. That made me even more thrilled, knowing he was going to watch me shower. I didn't disappoint. I made sure I stuck my penis and balls out in front of me as I put my head under the stream of water to wash my hair. The only hair I had on my body was my pubic hair, and it was so sparse that it matted down and probably disappeared from view as soon as the water washed down my belly. I probably looked bald after I was wet. I remained like that for a couple minutes so the man could get a good look at my equipment. I could feel his glare on my presented genitals a I rinsed my hair. When I cleared the water from my eyes, he was still leering at my cock, so I knew he appreciated the show. Knowing he was looking at me, also caused me to chub up a bit, which I am sure he perceived. I then washed my genitals with a vigorous motion. Again, this caused my penis to gain in girth. We chit-chatted a bit while I made sure my butt crack was free from sand. For some reason, I made sure to bend down in front of him so that he could see my ass as water careened down my ass crack. Again, when I turned around, he was staring unabashedly at my ass and then well-chubbed cock. My cock was sticking straight away from my body which should have embarrassed me. However, I was taking great pleasure in showing this man my semi-hard and growing cock. I also felt the need to let him know I was enjoying his leering eyes on my body. A stall opened up for the gentleman, and he moved down the line to take his shower. I did watch his muscular ass as he walked past me to the open stall. I was very disappointed, but didn't want to be so obvious as to walk down and look at him. Instead, what I did was dally in the shower and made sure I was devoid of any sand or salt. This also gave me time for my cock to soften and come to a normal state before I let the confines of the shower stall. Someone had left some shampoo and conditioner in the stall which I used to wash my hair. I didn't have a comb, but hoped I could get my hair to comb out with my fingers. I had a part down the middle in those days, so it wasn't too hard to get my hair to part and look decent. I stalled as long as I could, before I had to get out and dry off. Again, I moved slowly, dried slowly and waited for the man to finish. He must have understood, because he was finished very shortly after I was and joined me to dry off. We were able to get out of the wet area and dry off in the locker room proper. This was a good choice, because we were mostly alone. This allowed for each of us to study the other while we dried off. I loved it when he dried his back which caused his cock and balls to swing back and forth as he worked his towel across his back. The pendulum motion got a rise out of me that I didn't know how to hide. I figured I should just let my cock do its own thing. I finished drying myself, so I just stood there and watch as the gentleman finished drying his body. I guess when you are as hairless as I was, it doesn't take that long to get dry. He was a bit more hirsute so he had to actually dry off. I didn't mind, as it gave me unencumbered viewing of his body. He really was nicely built. He was definitely Irish, but he didn't have the ruddy skin some Irish men do. Instead it was more porcelain-like and very smooth--almost as if an angel burnished his skin when he was a kid and he kept the polish with good living. He was obviously enjoying me looking at him and when he did steal a glance at me, his smile grew bigger and bigger. His cock also grew a bit, and his glans finally peeked out from its hiding place. His glans was as pink as his areolas and shaped like an arrow, culminating in two small flap-like protuberances around his piss slit. My eyes tracked his cock head as it moved about while he was drying off. When he was dry, he suggested we get our trunks on and grab a bite to eat. I didn't know how to answer him. I didn't really have any cash, and I probably should eat dinner with my family. Before I could answer in the negative, he exclaimed "my treat!" How could I say no?! What I really wanted to say was all that I needed for dinner was a little "Irish Cream!" But I get ahead of myself. We dressed (all I had was my bathing suit and a towel) and left the club to get a burger. He made good use of my semi-nudity to make a full study of my hairless chest and underarms as we left the club. For some reason, having him take advantage of my nakedness seemed okay, in fact, it kind of excited me. I even let him rub his hands down my side and back as he directed me to his car. Everywhere his hands touched on my body felt like my skin was coming off and reattaching. The feeling was distracting and I was glad he directed my body as I would have walked into something through lack of attention to where I was going. We drove in his convertible to a mom & pop hamburger stand that he knew about. I was feeling guilty about not going home for dinner, but I was enjoying his car. He had a racing green Triumph TR-6, one of my favorite cars, and he gave me a quick guide as we got in. His car didn't have shoulder straps and he took the time to trace how a strap would go had they installed them. I sat there as he ran his hand across my left nipple multiple times to demonstrate how impractical a should strap would be. My nipple grew more erect with each slide of his thick fingers across it. I literally didn't hear anything he said as I concentrated on his fingers as they glided over my erect nipple. Soon the demonstration was over and we pulled out of the parking lot. I LOVED his car and wish I could buy one of my own. I had a blast enjoying the wind in my hair as we drove to the hamburger joint. During dinner, he gesticulated in ways that enabled him to constatnly place his hand on my shoulder, arm or hands. His touch was electric and I shivered whenever he made contact with my body. Every time he touched me, my cock would swell and pretty soon it was expanding down my leg. It was obvious to anyone who looked that you could see the outline of my glans in my swim trunks. My shorts weren't that tight-fitting, but it would be easy to discern my circumcised status without too much staring. During one of his stories, he even placed his heavy hand on my thigh, right on top of my engorged penis. Neither of us thought that was by accident, and we both ignored that my penis was right below the palm of his hand. This happened again on his next story and I thought that I would either explode, or my penis would shoot past the covering of my suit leg and say hello to the world. I was swooning and barely finished my dinner before he suggested we get home. We left the diner, and walked back to the car. I say walk, but I was really hampered by a hard cock that kept my leg from moving back when I walked. My suit wasn't that tight, but I wasn't able to fish my cock out from my leg without drawing undue attention to myself. Unknowing onlookers must have thought that I had a mild form of cerebral palsy as they saw me walk to the car. Of course, he had to make a comment or two about my gait, but by this time we both knew my cock would be taken care of very soon. We drove to a nice house very close to my parent's beach house. He didn't ask, he just drove there. I didn't question the decision. We both knew what was on the agenda, only the action items needed to be negotiated. He parked the car in his garage, and we walked into a very nice, but manly house. I knew right away that I wouldn't have to worry about the wife barging in on us from the way the house lacked the feminine touches. I felt relieved that we wouldn't have to rush or hide in any way. He told me to go ahead and take off my bathing suit, which I did right away. He looked at the newly naked areas of my body and said that he liked what he saw. He also remarked that he had seen me in the showers before today, but he didn't approach because I scowled at him. I had no recollection of that! But years later I realized that this was just before I had prescription glasses and that while I was just trying to focus my eyes on his handsome face. To anyone who looked at me, I must have looked like I was scowling. He reached out and fondled my semi-hard penis. He lifted the cockhead up to give it a good ogling. I had decided that I was going to let this man do just about anything he wanted with me, so I stood there and allowed the inspection to proceed. He finished with my penis and moved to fondle my still low hanging balls. My balls were never big, and to watch his large hand reach down and take them almost made me squirt on the spot. Making a joke that "I would do" he gave my balls a playful tug and reached to take my shoulder and guide me to the bedroom. Once we entered the bedroom, He took off his T-shirt, bathing suit and flip flops. He picked me up and tossed me onto his bed and then dove on top of me. He semi-roughly fondled my entire body with his coarse hands. He definitely had a white-collar job, but his hands seemed coarse on my younger skin. He started with my head and shoulders, and then ran his masculine hands down my arm, my hands, before lifting my arms to gain access to my underarms and chest. Feeling his rough, masculine hand rub my underarms caused my mostly hard cock to become almost painfully rigid. He looked down at me and chuckled that I must enjoy being tickled. He trailed his thumbs down my rib cage and toward my belly button. He marveled at my smooth and hairless skin as he made love to my belly button with his tongue. His tongue never left my body as it proceeded to circumscribe each of my tits. My tits are not very sensitive, but I almost came when he was licking them. He gently nibbled each one, bringing even more sensations to my brain. This man had a real power over me, even to this day, I still remember how bewitched I was with him. He worked his way down, and bypassed my throbbing cock. He licked my inner thighs as he massaged my legs with his hands. He prolonged our session by not touching my cock or balls except for the hair on the back of his hands. I still get erect when I think how just the hair from the back of his hands would tickle my cock and nude balls. His hands never made contact which had me both excited and extremely unfulfilled, yearning for skin contact. He went down to my toes and suckled each one of them. He swished his tongue on the underside of each toe. Each time it brought new, and much appreciated sensations to me. I lay there, half bewitched by his seductive moves and half about to explode with lust for more and hoping he would hurry. I cannot describe the ache I felt from him not touching my penis. I would have exploded with a single touch, I was so on the edge! He knew what he was doing to me and refused to move from my feet. He massaged each foot, licking my arch and wiggling my toes for me with his fat fingers. Torturously slowly, he moved from my feet, up my inner legs to caress my balls. Again, he completely neglected my cock, as he moved my knees up to open up my crotch to him. He took in my aroma, as he licked my scrotum and suckled each of my balls. He lovingly stirred each testicle around his mouth with his tongue. Each swish of my balls was causing my brain to explode with even more overwhelming sensations. My mind was in complete chaos as I tried to accommodate all the impressions and feelings that were bombarding me. He lowered his attention to lap my taint with his tongue as he lifted my legs farther into the air. By the time I realized what was happening, my legs were on my chest and he was tonguing my anus with fervor. The leftover sensation of having my balls tongue-washed was barely clearing my head before the feeling of wetness on my exposed pucker took over. A wet projectile was worming its way into my body and my body was not putting up any defense against it. I managed to look down between my legs to see his thinning gray hair on his head as he ministered to my ass. His gray hair on his pate was cut short and made me think of him as a silverback male--the alpha male of his clan. His masculine hands holding my legs against my chest looked so powerful and much more mature compared to my almost hairless legs. The view caused me to relax and submit further as I lay my head back onto the bed and allowed this man to take me for his pleasure. Very soon, I could feel a greased pole slip up against my anus, I looked up to see a look of domination and lust take over the angelic, Irish face as his penis entered me. He was slicked up from some lubricant that I hadn't noticed he had applied to his penis. Unlike the "General" my body seemed to welcome and swallow his penis as he entered me. Again, my entire body was submitting to this man in ways I could not comprehend or control as I could feel as his erect pole pushed against my prostate sending more shock waves to hammer my defenseless consciousness. My young body was becoming a lightning rod for electrical charges, leaving me unable to take any proactive actions or make any self-motivated moves. His penis was fully in my body. I could tell by his pubic hair scratching against my inner thighs and taint. This new sensation was welcomed by my body and caused me to shiver and constrict my anus against his penile shaft. He moaned as he felt my sphincter contract on his penis. His smile let me know he appreciated the feeling. Somehow, I could sense that he was reading my body's reaction to confirm his total domination and control. He took a moment to relish in his domination, which he confirmed by looking at my expectant face. My total submission was greeted with a simper as he recognized I was his. Soon, his penis pistoned in and out of my body, as he used me for his physical desires. My body was totally under his control as he skillfully moved his penis to impale me to its hilt. The head of his penis would stimulate my prostate in an infuriatingly unpredictable manner; sometimes every other stroke, sometimes missing for many strokes only to catch me unprepared for the whole-body electrification has his warhead made a direct hit on my prostate. After an interminably long time, my body joined in the sexual dance. This was not a conscious effort on my part, but an instinctive reaction by my body. I was able to counter his movements in some otherworldly choreographed dance that only seemed to heighten his pleasure. Again, a smile crept across his lust-driven face as he intensified his vanquishing of my body. With one masterful stroke, his penis made direct contact on my prostate and I erupted onto my chest and face with such intensity that I thought I would blow a vessel. Not once had either of us even touched my penis, so this was a first for me. My orgasm caused my sphincter to constrict greatly which induced him to blow his seed deep into my bowels. I could feel each pulse as his sperm flushed through his urethra and into my body. I sensed that the intensity of his orgasm was a rarity for him as he howled with each spasm. He impaled me several times as he climaxed extending my own orgasm for several seconds. As my orgasm continued, it fed into his climax and he shot even more sperm into my body. After several, borderline painful eruptions on both our parts, his climax subsided and he lowered my legs to his side. His penis remained in my rectum as he slowly caught his breath. Every so often, I could feel his penis spasm, again filling me with more semen. Sated, I just lay there in my afterglow, my legs over his and splayed to his sides. I have no idea how long we remained like that. Too soon, he extricated his penis from my body and rolled to lay beside me. We both just stared at the ceiling for a while. I think we were both coming down from a rarely attained orgasmic peak. I know I was, I was still seeing stars as I looked up. I was having an unsuccessful time trying to clear my mind. My physical body was in a state of post-coital torpor. I didn't feel like I had to think or move, and probably would have been unable had I tried. My indolent mind unable to focus, even on the ceiling. The only emotion I could muster was one of satisfaction and satiation. I actually tried to think of a where I was, but couldn't focus on anything-- So this was the feeling of being care-free! Random thoughts crossed my mind in a fleeting, desultory fashion. Each thought would disappear before I could really get a clear idea of what it concerned. Finally, I heard a chuckle as he moved from my side. He went into his bathroom and rinsed the sex off his body. He returned, still naked and beautiful, with a towel to wipe down my face and chest. I noticed his very red glans as his penis swished from side to side as he walked. His glans was so bright red that it reminded me of Rudolph's nose just before he was about to lead Santa's sleigh on Christmas eve. I wanted to suckle it, but realized he was probably rather sensitive and I couldn't do anything to aggravate the man who had just made the best love of my life to me. However, I stared at his cockhead as if it were a beacon in a stormy sea. He could see my staring, and kept his foreskin skinned back so I could continue to ogle him. As I was in my trance, he caringly cleaned the cum off my body and even made sure to squeeze out the last bit of jism from my penis before tossing the towel to the floor. As he tended to my cock, I was able to grab his penis and lick off the last bit of cum that was trying to escape from the tip of his cock. I swished his cum around my mouth to prolong my taste before I swallowed him down. He even tasted wonderful! He then got dressed in his clerical collar, black shirt and dress shorts. So that is why I thought he looked so angelic. When he donned the collar, I realized he had that pristine look only certain members of the clergy seem to have. He looked much sexier to me in the collar, if it was possible for him to look better than he did when he was fucking me into oblivion. He slipped his hairy feet into a pair of sandals and looked back at me with a satisfied smile. I hadn't known he was a priest until this moment. I just lay there, legs akimbo and took in the latest information. This gave my priest another opportunity to unabashedly leer at my body--a body he had just fucked, literally, senseless. I didn't mind him taking in my naked form. I doubt I could have done anything had I minded. Soon, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to my bathing suit. Begrudgingly I put it on as he watched. I took my time, delaying the covering of my naked form as long as possible. Eventually, I donned my lone piece of clothing and allowed the priest to drive me home. I was in that rare place that I don't think I have been to since. My surfeit of calm would not let a single care of the world into my universe. I climbed into the TR-6 expectant of the wind in my hair as I enjoyed my afterglow. The priest just smiled at me with that angelic smile that told me all is right in the world, even if for just this moment. I rode back with my head resting against the back of the seat, mindlessly watching houses, tress and clouds go by. After a bit, I realized that we were driving in the correct direction, but I hadn't told him where my house was. I blathered out my address which only brought a deep, guttural laugh from my priest. I was dumbfounded as to what was so funny, but I let it go. He just reached over and tussled my hair and kept driving. Way too soon, we approached my street. He pulled over and let me out at the end of our road. He thanked me for a nice time, and I barely had the where-with-all to thank him for dinner and a nice time. He laughed a deep belly laugh and suggested that I take a walk on the beach for a while before going home. Having no idea why he would suggest that, I stepped back and watched him drive away. I loved him, I loved his car and I absolutely loved the sex and how it made me feel. For some reason, I took heed of his council and walked past our house to walk on the beach a while. At this time of day, very few of the beach crowd remained. I had a wide expanse of sand and ocean to myself. The ocean had never looked so azure as that day as the sun was winding its way west and to sleep for the night. I watched a pod of dolphin playing just off shore, in the slough. I felt like I was communing with them as they rollicked in the ocean. The sand even felt more sensual under my bare feet as I walked. When a wave washed up on my legs, the cool water registered with great intensity in my brain. It was like my brain was extraordinarily sensitive to each newly felt sensation, even ones I had felt an infinite amount of times. About this time, John Denver's "Annie's Song" popped into my head. The line, "you light up my senses" finally made sense to me. I hummed the song as the lyrics traveled through my brain. I walked about a mile north before turning around and heading home. I hadn't enjoyed a solitary walk on the beach so much in my life. I was in a rare, timeless moment where everything I could sense was right. Life was truly good that day. When I finally entered my house, the cacophony of noises startled me out of my serenity. It took me a couple minutes to get my bearings with all the distracting noises and erratic movements. I didn't even register my mom asking where I had been. I blabbered that I had met some friends and lost track of time. I knew I was in trouble, but it didn't faze me like it normally would. Fortunately, my parents were also on vacation and I had returned with all my fingers and toes, so I got off easy. Sitting with my family was torturous, but I had to endure it until I could get away to be with my feelings. As soon as I could get away, I made my way to my room, stripped off my suit, donned some tighty-whiteys and considered my experience with the priest. I had considered staying naked, especially since I had been that way all afternoon. However, I didn't want my mom to check on me and see me naked. I tried to focus my thoughts on what I had experienced, but my mind wasn't yet functioning on all cylinders and couldn't process much. I basked in the glow of having wonderous sex and pondering when I could repeat the experience. I fell asleep soon after with my last thought being that his sperm was still swimming inside of me.