Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 19:01:47 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Beach Cruising 2 (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, m/MM)

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                         Beach Cruising 2
                               By
                              Wolf

	A couple of months after I became friends with Fred and
Dorothy, I was hanging out on the beach across the street from that gay
bar just about sun down.   I watched as an older model Honda Civic
pulled into the public parking lot behind me.  The man that got out of the
car was dressed in a sports shirt with a button down collar.  He had on
gray slacks and shined shoes, and his hair was closely trimmed.  I figured
he was between the ages of 35 and 40.  I did not want to appear as if I
was staring at him, and returned to keeping an eye on the door of the bar
hoping that one of the patrons would notice me, and approach me.

	When I heard footsteps approaching from behind me, I turned to
watch the man approaching me.  He smiled at me and said, "Good
evening, Son!  I have seen you with Fred and Dorothy several times.  Are
you close friends with them?"

	"Yes...very close friends with them!"

	His smile got even bigger, if possible.  "I have known Fred for
years.  I have always enjoyed his company!"

	I knew what he was getting at.  "I just love Fred, myself!"

	He said, "I was coming here to have a drink and meet new
friends, but would you like to come home with me, and have a drink
with me?"

	I hopped down off of the block wall and assured him, "I would
love to!"

	We headed back to his car, and he opened the doors with his
remote control.  I headed for the passenger side of the car.  He assured
me that he lived only a couple of miles from there.  I kept an eye on
where we were, because I wanted to be sure I knew where we were
headed in case I had to make a getaway.  He asked me what grade I was
in, as we were headed inland on local streets.

	I truthfully said, "I am in the seventh grade."

	He quickly calculated that I was probably 12 or 13-years-old.  It
obviously didn't bother him that I was so young.  While we were
stopping for a boulevard stop sign, he reached over, and squeezed my
thigh just below my jogging shorts.  As usual I didn't have any
underwear on.  My cock sprang to life, at his gentle touch.  He saw the
way my shorts tented up, and brought his hand up to rest on my boner.
"You don't mind...do you?"

	"Of course not" was my reply.

	He felt my cock, while he continued driving to his home.  When
we arrived in front of a modern cottage with no front yard, he pressed
the remote on his visor that opened the garage door,, and we pulled into
the garage.  Another push on the button closed the door behind us.  The
remote had activated the lights in the garage.  We got out of the car, and
entered through a side door directly into the vestibule of the main
entrance of the house.  The front door was all glass with wrought iron
grape vine grill.  The tiled entrance was illuminated by a multi coloured
chandelier.  When we entered the house, I was impressed with the man's
taste.  It was an open space that didn't separate the living space from the
dining area, and kitchen.  You could see right through the house to the
back yard.  The sliding glass doors opened out onto a patio, with patio
furniture, and barbeque grill.  The back yard had a Japanese style garden.
There was dwarf bamboo flanking a water feature that consisted of split
bamboo that filled a tilting catch basin that would in turn spill water into
a pond that turned out to be filled with Koi fish.  Koi are carp that have
been bred for colour.  Some are gold, other red, white and some are
spotted.  His small back yard was totally private, and very restful
looking.

	The second floor allowed you to see the street from the guest
bedroom.  It had a three quarter bathroom.  Across the hall was the
master bedroom.  It was large and had a bathroom, to die for.  It had a
double sink cabinet.  The wash basins were two blue glass bowls, with
brushed steel faucets.  There was a very interesting toilet that he told me
was from Japan.  It was brushed steel too.  The seat was heated, and
when you finished doing your thing, it actually had a nozzle that would
extend, and wash your backside.  It even had warm air to dry your ass.
There was a large shower that was enclosed with clear glass.  The glass
was designed to prevent fogging.  He did like to watch his guests
showering.  The bathroom also had a sunken tub that was large enough to
accommodate as many as four people, and it was also a spa tub.  You
could relax in the contoured tub and enjoy the massage of jets of water.

	When we stepped out onto the balcony, we were looking down
on the pond and able to see the colorful Koi fish.  While I was admiring
his back yard, he placed his hand on the back of my thigh.  He ran his
hand up under the spacious leg of my jogging shorts, and his hand
gripped my butt, while his fingers dug into the crack of my butt.

	I turned to face him, and while he leaned over to kiss me on the
mouth, I placed my hand on the front of his slacks.  He was the kind of
man that let his meat dangle down the left leg of his pants.  Judging by
the feel of his cock he was well endowed.  After the kiss, I asked him
what he did for a living.

	I was interested in what he did for a living that made it possible
for him to be able to live in such a luxurious manner.  He assured me that
he was just a working stiff that had spent a lot of time turning this
property into something worth living in.  He told me that he was a
theater arts instructor, specifically drama teacher at Long Beach State
University.  The minute he told me that, I pictured him seducing college
boys.  He smiled at  me, because he assumed just what I was thinking.

	He chucked, "I don't have to seduce anyone.  There are plenty of
young actors already well versed in the art of gay sex.  The only reason I
offered you a ride was because I am an old friend of Fred and Dorothy's
and knew what Fred is into.  I knew that if you were seeing Fred, that if
you had not been gay before you met him, you sure as hell were by now."

	It amused me, the way he said it.  He led me back to his
bedroom, and pulled back the covers and sheet.  I stood there, allowing
him to remove my clothes, not that there was much to remove.  I was
bare footed.  All I had on was a T-shirt with the letters UCLA on it, and
jogging shorts.  He stood there, admiring my naked body.  When he ran
his hands over my body, my penis danced up and down, like it had a
mind of its own.  I was just as excited to see what he looked like naked
too.

	His body was not the body of a working man.  He had a nice
figure, but there were no bulging muscles, and the skin was smooth.  He
did have some body hair, but nothing excessive.  He had a flat tummy,
and dimples in his butt.  As for his package, it was defiantly impressive,
he obviously shaved his pubic hair off.  His cock was at least seven
inches long, and dangled down in front of his legs.  His balls dangled
between his legs, just as low as his cock.  When he took his tool in hand,
and gave it a few pulls it came to life, standing out in front of his body
proudly.  I could not resist taking hold of that big snake, and pumping on
it.  I wiped pre-cum coming out of the head on my thigh.

	He led me to his bed, and pulled back the covers and sheet.  Then
he picked me up, and placed me on top of the cool fitted sheet.  He lay
on the bed next to me, and started jacking me off, while he started
kissing me.  I reached down to take his cock in hand.  I could feel that
big vein zigzagging up the top of his cock pulsating, as blood flowed into
that tube making it swell up even more.  I just had to taste his cock, and I
rolled over on top of him, and took the head of his cock into my mouth.
I started bobbing my head up and down, each time taking more of his
cock into my mouth.  I almost choked before my nose touched pubic
bone. while I was doing that, he slipped his fingers up and down the
sweaty crack of my butt.

	My cock was dancing by the time I felt his long finger invade my
asshole.  He asked me, "I assume Fred fucked your ass, Son?"

	I lifted my head, and smiled at him.  "I want to feel this monster
in me!"

	The only thing left to decide was how he was going to do it.  He
wanted to see my face, while he did it.  He had me assume the
missionary position, and had me roll up with my knees practically by my
ears.  I placed my arms over the backs of my legs at the knees.  That
made it possible for me to reach down with both hands, and spread my
ass.

	The man admired my soft little butt, before he placed his hands
on my ass.  My boner was slapping my belly.  He walked towards me, on
his knees.  He moved his body around until his cock was lined up with
my hole, and leaned over my body as it stretched my asshole wide open.
I couldn't help from letting out a moan, as he drove his cock deep into
my ass.  When he started pumping his hips in and out, he also took hold
of my cock and jacked me off.  I was the one to cum first, and I squirted
all over my belly and chest.  At that point he pulled out of my ass, and
allowed me to straighten out my legs.  He straddled my chest, and stuck
his cock in my mouth.  He was pulling on the skin covering the shaft,
until he started squirting cum in my mouth.  That was when he shoved all
of his cock down my throat.  It was impossible to breathe, and swallow
cum at the same time.  When he was finished he rubbed my own cum
into my skin.  Both of us were physically spent.

	We cuddled up in each other's arms, and kissed each other.  We
sucked tongues for a long time.  I was in no rush to go home,  and when
he was rested, I went down on him, and sucked his cock and tongue
fucked his asshole for him.  He rewarded me with another mouth full of
cum.  There came a time when I had to tell him that I had to go home.
We bathed in that tub/spa together.  He dressed me, and got dressed too,
before he drove me home.  When I was getting out of his car, I asked
him if I could party with him, and some of his students too.  He assured
me that there was going to be a cast party soon, and I would be a
welcome guest.

	When the party date arrived, he picked me up from my house.
When we arrived at his home, the party was in full swing.  There were
only guys there.  I assumed the youngest guy was 17-years-old, but they
were mostly in their twenties.  They were drinking like it was going out
of style.  Guys were dancing with each other, while they were feeling
each other up, and kissing like lovers.  The members of the cast knew I
was the teacher's date, and were reluctant to flirt with me.

	I could tell which one of them was the star of the play, because
he was so full of himself.  While I was dancing with the teacher, I
grabbed the front of his pants.  The three of us wound up in the master
bedroom, and I assumed the doggie position to allow the teacher to fuck
my ass, while I sucked the cock of the star.  It was thrilling to suck the
cock of a young man, because even after he filled my mouth with cum he
stayed hard, and kept fucking my mouth until he shot another load in my
mouth.

	By the end of the party I had sucked ever cock there, and been
fucked so many times, that I must have swallowed at least a glass full of
cum.  When he took me home I slept so late the next day, that mom
thought I was sick.



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