Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2011 18:29:02 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Beach Cruising (gay/adult youth. oral, anal, m/M)

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                            Beach Cruising
                                 By
                                Wolf

	It was a cool summer's evening on the beach in Belmont Shores,
California.  I was just fourteen-years-old and was looking for an adult
relationship with a male.  I had been taught how to masturbate by an
older boy when I was ten-years-old.  By the age of twelve I had learned
to suck cocks.  The few times I had tried to let guys stick their cocks in
my ass hurt so much that I had stopped them.  Rather than disappoint the
guys I sucked their cocks for them and swallowed their cum.  I just
wanted more than a quick sexual encounter.

	I had heard from guys at school and on the beach that a particular
bar was a gay bar.  There was no way I could pass myself off as an adult
so I couldn't enter the place.  I would hang out near the bar for long
periods of time trying to figure out how I could approach one of the men
that frequented the bar.  I sure didn't have the nerve to just walk up to
one of the men exiting the bar and ask him if he would like to take me
home, so that I could give him a blowjob.  I struggled with the problem
for weeks.

	I spent so much time hanging out near the bar that the local gays
recognized me and would nod or at least give me a "Good Evening!"
None of them would approach me.  I assumed none of them wanted to
run the risk of a charge of statutory rape or contributing to the
delinquency of a minor.  I didn't have the nerve to approach any of them
myself.  It was very frustrating.  I would eventually have to go home and
spend hours jacking off before I could get to sleep.

	There was not much danger of my mother getting disturbed about
the amount of time I was not at home.  She worked nights because she
was a single parent.  She was asleep when I would get myself off to
school and be going to work when I would get home to do my
homework.  She also looked upon me as a hindrance to her finding
another man willing to support her.  When she was not working she was
picking up men.  The problem was she attracted losers no better than the
bastard that spawned me.  We called him bastard because all he ever did
for me was deposit cum in my mother's cunt.

	I was getting discouraged hanging out around the bar in the hopes
of finding a man willing to take me home.  I was just about to give up
trying to get picked up.  One evening just about seven in the evening, I
was sitting on the breakwater wall separating the beach from the frontage
street.  I had seen an elderly couple many times on the street, and this day
I saw them coming out of the bar.

	I couldn't figure out what a nice looking older couple would be
doing hanging out in a gay bar.  They were both white haired.  I would
guess that the man was about 65-years old if not more.  He was about
five-foot eight and a little plump.  He was dressed casually in a flowered
Hawaiian shirt and tan slacks that looked like Dockers.  The woman
clinging to his arm was about five-feet two and just as plump as he was.
She was dressed in a conservative light weight summer dress with
practical shoes, and a single strand of pearls on her neck.  She looked like
the kind of little old lady you would see carrying a King James Bible into
a religious meeting.  I had always thought they were a sweet looking
couple when I had seen them and never failed to smile at them as they
passed me.

	This evening they crossed the street and as they passed me they
said 'hello' to me and commented on what a nice afternoon it was.  They
asked if they could sit on the wall next to me to watch the sunset.  Of
course I had no objections.  The couple sat down on the wall next to me.
The gentleman was sitting just to my left and his wife sat to his left.  He
asked me my name and where I went to school.  He told me that his name
was Fred and his wife was Dorothy.  It was just small talk.  As the sun set
in the ocean, the sky turned a brilliant orange that made the street light
look pale for a few minutes.  We agreed that it was a beautiful.  Then the
discussion became more personal.

	The first subject he brought up was, "We couldn't help notice that
you spend a lot of time hanging around this area.  Are you aware that this
cocktail lounge is actually a gay establishment?"

	I know I blushed like a fool.  I didn't know what to say in
response to the question.  I finally acknowledged the question with a
simple, "I had heard that it is that kind of place."

	The man gave me a knowing smile.  "Do you want to meet a gay
man?"

	I sheepishly nodded my head.  The man placed his hand on my
knee.  "Son, if you would like to accompany us home we can discuss why
you want to meet a gay man."

	I figured that he was asking me to accompany them home to
preach to me about my salvation or something like that.  Just the same the
way he was gripping my leg just above my knee gave me a boner.  The old
man noticed the bulge in my pants and casually brushed his hand over the
bulge as he withdrew his hand a little too deliberately to be accidental.
He took my hand and pulled me to my feet.  I didn't want to make a
scene in public.  The two of them flanked me as we walked to the corner
and up the street for several blocks.  We came to a row of duplexes that
backed up to the canal around Naples Island.  I was impressed because
these little old duplexes had boat docks.  These residences may have been
a hundred years old but having docks made them worth a small fortune.
The interior was period appropriate for the most part.  Even the stereo and
LCD television were housed in age appropriate cabinets.  They turned on
big band jazz music subdued enough not to overpower casual
conversation.

	Dorothy asked me if I would like a soft drink of coffee.  She told
me they were having coffee.  I accepted the offer of coffee.  She headed
for the back of the house where the kitchen was located.  It didn't take
long before the cozy dwelling was filled with the aroma was brewing
coffee.  Fred had maneuvered me to sit down on the sofa so that he could
sit down next to me.  This time when he placed his hand on my thigh he
was squeezing on the inside of my upper thigh.  He asked me if I had any
homosexual experiences.

	There was just something about the way he asked the question
that made me feel that he was not going to reproach me or preach to me
about redemption.  I admitted to having some encounters when I was
younger.  He asked me to tell him about how I had been exposed to gay
sex.  I told him about the couple of older boys that had taught me to
masturbate.  I admitted to having performed mutual masturbation and
even sucking cocks a few times.  Fred was almost clinical with his
responses.  I did notice that his light weight summer slacks were tenting
up.  He was obviously springing a boner listening to me tell him about the
guys who got me to jack them off and suck their cocks.  We paused when
Dorothy returned carrying a tray with a thermal urn full of coffee and
three cups and saucers, along with the usual condiments.  There was also
a bottle of Kahlua.  She recommended that I try the Kahlua in my coffee.
When I accepted her suggestion she poured a generous amount of the
liqueur into a cup and handed it to me.  Fred doctored his own cup and
Dorothy did the same before she sat down in a chair facing the sofa.  I
was uncomfortable discussing gay sex in front of this sweet looking little
old granny.

	Fred could tell I was uncomfortable talking in front of his wife.
He squeezed my thigh again.  "Son, don't worry about talking in front of
my wife.  We have an arrangement.  You see I have been gay all of my
life.  Dorothy knew when she married me that I could not give up having
sex with men.  She agreed to allow me to have sex with men as long as
she could watch."  Now that really made me nervous.  I was shy about
just talking about sex to anyone.  The thought of a woman watching
frightened me, even if she looked like a kindly little old granny.

	Fred placed his hand on the front of my pants and squeezed my
cock.  My dick had no compunctions and got painfully hard.  Fred leaned
in and started kissing me on the mouth.  It was very exciting to have an
adult man kissing me so passionately right in front of his wife.  I couldn't
believe it when he stuck his tongue into my mouth.  When I ventured to
stick my tongue into his mouth he sucked on my tongue.  He was running
his hand up and down the front of my body.  My nipples responded when
his hands rubbed them even through the material of my T-shirt and sports
shirt.  I didn't offer any resistance when he pulled my shirt out of my
pants and started unbuttoning it.  He ran his hand under my undershirt
and played with my nipples while he continued kissing me.  I was
struggling to breathe, I was so excited.  Then he changed his direction
and started unbuckling my belt.  He skilfully unfastened my pants and
pulled back the fly of my pants.  He felt the bulge of my worn jockey
shorts before he took hold of the elastic waistband and pulled my
underwear down and under my scrotum.  That exposed my boner and
balls to the two of them.  He took hold of my cock and started jacking
me off.  He eventually stopped kissing me and bent over my lap and took
my dick into his mouth.  While he was sucking on my cock, I looked over
at Dorothy.

	She was watching everything.  She had one hand grasping one of
her tits and the other hand had pulled up her dress, exposing her support
stockings and her upper thighs.  She had pulled aside her comfortable
panties and was sticking a couple of fingers into her gaping hairy pussy.
When she noticed that I was looking at her, she smiled at me and winked
her eye.

	It may have been my nerves that were preventing me from
reaching a climax.  With the extra pressure of my erection, it felt like my
dick was a foot long.  In truth it was longer that it had ever been before.
Fred was not discouraged.  If anything he relished that it was taking me
so long to cum.  Eventually I could not prevent myself from coming.  I
lay back with my head on the back of the sofa, closed my eyes and felt
my cock pump cum into Fred's mouth.  He swallowed every drop.  He
made sure my dick was clean before he lifted his head up and smiled at
me.  He kissed me again.  I could taste my cum in his mouth, and that
was very exciting to me.  I had a strong desire to suck his cock too.

	At that point I didn't feel all that strange about sitting there with
my clothes in disarray.  It even felt good sitting there with my cock and
balls exposed.  I started fumbling with Fred's clothes.  Fred was quickly
unfastening the  buttons on his Hawaiian shirt.  He didn't have an
undershirt on.  His body was covered with white hair.  The fact that he
was a little portly meant that he had a round belly and fat little man tits.  I
felt on tit while I took the near nipple into my mouth.  While I was
sucking on his nipples he was busy unfastening his pants.  He bridged
himself long enough to pull his pants and comfortable boxer shorts down
his legs to expose his crotch to me.

	He had a plump butt but with age his skin was not as plump or
elastic anymore.  The skin looked dry and withered.  Again the white
body hair was present.  The only places that hair was absent was where he
sat or friction rubbed the hair off, like the backs of his calves and the
inside of his thighs.  He had an abundant amount of pubic hair around the
base of his cock.  His cock was bigger than my own and he had been
circumcised at birth.  He had a beautiful cock; the knob had a thick purple
roll around the head.  It made his head look like an Italian firefighter's
helmet.  The scar where the foreskin had been cut away looked white.
The skin on his cock was loose and wrinkled.  His scrotum was a big sack
that rested between his legs on the sofa.  I could not resist picking up his
scrotum and feeling his balls.  Then I wrapped my hand around the shaft
of his cock.  I felt every heart beat throbbing through his cock.  I started
pulling the loose skin of his cock up and down.  When I pulled the skin
up it covered his knob like he still had foreskin covering it.  When I
pulled the skin down the ligament attaching the skin to the underside of
the knob would pull the front of the knob down. I was sure that it caused
Fred some pain.  He didn't voice any complaint though.

	A quick check on Dorothy's activities confirmed that she was still
fucking herself with practically her whole hand.  Her eyes were just slits
and her mouth was open and her breathing was ragged.

	I returned my attention to Fred's cock.  My mouth was watering
at the prospect of sucking my first adult cock.  I opened my mouth and
engulfed the knob of his cock with my mouth.  I loved the velvety feeling
of the skin on his cock.  I started moving my head up and down.  With
each stroke I forced my mouth farther down the shaft until I actually had
all of his cock in my mouth and my lips and nose were matting the pubic
hair around the base of his cock to his skin.  When Fred started to cum he
placed his hands on my head and forced his cock deeper into my mouth.
The cum squirted against the back of my mouth.  I had to breathe through
my nose and cum came bubbling out of my nostrils.  I almost choked.  I
had to open my mouth and lift my head.  His white cum spilled out all
over his pubic hair.

	Fred was so thrilled with my blowjob that after he regained his
breath, he lifted my head and kissed me with unbelievable passion.  We
lay there on the sofa clinging to each other for awhile before we made
any effort to straighten up our clothes.  When I took another look at
Dorothy she was sitting there with her legs spread and her pussy still
exposed.  Her gray haired cunt was wet.  She was almost drooling and
her eyes were closed.

	Fred straightened up his clothes before he dressed me.  We had a
second cup of coffee.  The decanter had held most of the heat but it had
cooled a little.  I didn't have to wait for it to cool before drinking it.  We
discussed how I felt about what had happened.  I was thrilled to have
had my first relationship with an adult.  Fred assured me that if I liked he
would introduce me to all of the joys of gay sex.  Before I left for home
Dorothy kissed me and assured me that I was always welcome to visit.

	I was safe in bed long before mom would get home.  Thinking
about the feeling I had experienced kissing and sucking Fred's cock had
my cock standing at attention.  I jacked off at least four times before I
fell asleep.

	Mom's job as a cocktail waitress in a Long Beach lounge meant
that she didn't get home until well after  two am every morning.  That
meant that I could party every night without fear of my mother finding
out that I was having sex with men.

	The next day after school let out I headed straight for the home of
Fred and Dorothy.  They were pleased to see me standing at their door
with the front of my pants sticking out for want of attention.  Dorothy
got me a snack to eat while Fred led me to the sofa where we could
renew our kissing.  I returned his kisses with equal passion this time.  I
had a hard-on that just would not go down.

	Dorothy returned with a plate covered with sliced apple wedges,
cheese and crackers.  We talked some more about how we were going to
conduct our relationship.  Dorothy was the one that suggested that they
meet my mother so that they would become trusted friends.  The plan
was to make my mother feel comfortable with my spending so much time
at their home.  We agreed that it was a good idea.  That way mom would
not get suspicious with me calling their home to talk to them.  Having
agreed on the plan Fred returned to his love making.  This time we took
off all of our clothes.  Fred not only sucked my cock, but he licked my
asshole too.  That seemed so wickedly nasty I could not resist finding out
what it was like to lick his asshole too.  We continued sucking cocks until
Dorothy announced that dinner was ready.

	After dinner Fred and I returned to the living room where Fred
asked me if I was ready to find out what it felt like to be fucked like a
woman.  The thought of a cock being stuck in my ass made my asshole
tingle.  When I kissed him and assured him that I was willing to try, Fred
was thrilled.  He assured me that he would do everything possible to help
me enjoy my first fucking.  Dorothy went to the bathroom and returned
with a large towel and a bottle of lubricant.  She spread the towel out on
the sofa so that I could kneel on the floor and rest my body face down on
the sofa.  The towel was to ensure that any bodily fluids would not stain
the material.  When I assumed the position she returned to her chair
where she could masturbate while watching.

	Fred got behind me and smothered my ass with wet kisses.  He
spread my ass so that he could lick my asshole.  Then he dribbled the
liquid onto my asshole.  He used his finger to ensure that plenty of the
liquid lubricated the inside of the hole.  It felt strange having a man
sticking a finger into my asshole.  My dick responded to every thrust by
swinging against the terrycloth towel. While I waited Fred sat back and
applied plenty of the liquid to his cock.  When he was ready he moved
close to my body.  I could feel his body heat and occasionally felt his
feathery touch of his hands as he lined up his cock with my asshole.  It
hurt as the knob spread my sphincter.  Fred leaned over me and placed his
hand on my neck and forced my head hard against the sofa.  He was
almost smothering me.  That took my mind off of my ass, and his cock
slipped in.  When he pulled back a little it felt like I was passing a big
turd.  Just when I was getting comfortable with that he rammed it home.
I had to suck air to keep from crying out.  It was painful at the same time
my cock was being smashed against the sofa.  I could not prevent it.  I
actually squirted my load of cum on the towel.  Fred continued to fuck
me until he squirted his cum into my asshole.  I lay there without moving
for fear that my ass was bleeding.

	Dear Dorothy came to my aid with a cold washcloth.  She cleaned
my ass.  She assured me that I was not bleeding.  It was just Fred's cum.
When I was cleaned up we lounged around for awhile.  They both
assured me that it would get easier.  To prove their point Fred assumed
the submissive position for me.  When I started to apply the liquid to his
asshole he chuckled, "Honey, you don't need to worry about that.  I am
an old hand at anal sex."

	I moved behind him and aimed my dick at his hairy asshole.  It
went in without any trouble.  I clung to his broad hips and started
humping his asshole.  I felt warm as my cock slid in and out of his ass.
As much as I would have loved the feeling to last forever, it eventually
ended when I came in his ass.  I simply collapsed over his back.  We were
both sweaty.  My nose was filled with the aroma of his body.  It was
reassuring to smell the body of a man.  We rested and started kissing each
other again.  We sucked cock and even fucked each other again before I
had to get dressed again to return home.

	There had been so much sex that I was fast asleep quickly.  The
plan was that in the morning I would skip school.  When mom would
wake up I would get her to come to the beach with me.  I was to get her
there at a prearranged hour.  Fred and Dorothy would casually meet us
there.  I would introduce them to my mother.

	Mom was reluctant to go to the beach but eventually she relented
and put on her bathing suit.  I led her to the spot where we were to meet
Fred and Dorothy.  When they arrived with a blanket I introduced them
to mom.  They made themselves at home next to us.  They chatted with
mom.  Before they excused themselves for a supposed engagement they
had ingratiated themselves to my mother.  She thought they were a
doleful couple.  I told her that I had met them along the beach and had
become friends with them.  We invited them to our home for dinner,
which required that they invite us to their home for dinner too.  Mother
approved of them immensely and she even encouraged me to continue my
friendship with them.  She pictured them as grandparents I never had.  It
amused me to think about what she would have thought if she had ever
seen Fred with his cock stuffed in my ass while his charming wife sat
there finger fucking herself wildly.

	I became a regular visitor to their home and spent many an hour on
that sofa or in their bed.  Anal sex became an addiction for me.  Oral sex
was as much fun as kissing was.  As I became worldly, I grew bolder.  I
would spend time on the beach.  I deliberately hated bathing suits
because they had nylon fishnet linings.  I chose to wear jogging shorts
without underwear or jockstraps.  That way when I saw a man that I
found attractive I could sit so that the man could see up the leg of the
shorts and see what my cock and balls looked like.  Some men pretended
not to notice the way I was revealing myself to them.  There were others
that would simply smile at me and pass along.  Then there were others
that would approach me and engage me in conversation.

	They were the ones I would invite home.  When we were behind
closed doors they would thrill me by feeling my cock while kissing me.
When I offered to let them fuck me, they were thrilled to oblige me.  I
soon was picking up men of every color and nationality.  I found
something interesting with every man.  I had sex with men that could not
even understand English at all.  I had sex with men that had little three
inch cocks and men that had cocks that looked like they belonged on a
horse.  Fred was always my favorite lover.  He was like family.  Dorothy
was like an understanding granny.



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