Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2011 03:19:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Koos Smit Subject: NEW CHAPTER: BEACH FRONT BOY Beach Front Boy Part 3 I spent the next morning in a continuous state of electric anticipation as I ploughed through the work that I had come to do with my mind firmly fixated on Johan and his brother Ben. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get them out of my mind and I spent the day hiding unruly teenager type erections or wanking them off in the bathroom as images of their blonde hair, muscled bodies, smooth tanned skin, hard cocks and firm round arses chased each other round my thoughts like a slide show on crack. At lunchtime, unable to stand it any longer, I managed to get away on some pretext and I rushed back to my hotel to change into shorts, T-shirt and slops before heading for the Durban beach front area. I was not long before I found Ben. Actually, it was he who found me. I was hanging about in the vicinity of the public pool change house, which the boys had told me was their usual beat, when I heard Ben calling: `Hey Jonny! Howzit man?' I turned to see the 12 year old waving at me as he emerged from the pool where he had evidently been taking a dip. Barefoot and shirtless as always, he was wearing a pair of old rugby shorts that seemed a couple of sizes too small, hugging his buttocks closely and looking like he had a live rat stuffed down the front of them. Ben rushed over and flung his arms round my waist. I rubbed a hand through his wet blonde bristles and hugged him back. My belly lurched as his luminescent blue eyes looked up at me and his broad face split in a wide-mouthed grin. `Coulden wait huh?', Ben shot out, cheekily. I felt my cheeks redden but `You know then!' I replied. Ben grabbed my hand and started pulling me in the direction of the change house. I pulled back instinctively, knowing what he had in mind, and glanced about guiltily to see who might be looking on, thinking that I would rather we went to the privacy and safety of my hotel room. `Come!', said Ben, `Come!' as he kept pulling at my hand. Then I glanced at Ben's lithely muscled body, wide full mouth, sparkling eyes and bulging shorts and that overcame all my reservations. With the blood pounding in my temples I allowed the eager young rent boy to lead me to his lair. The change house lights were switched off, or not working, and the white tiled walls struggled to disperse the cool gloominess of the unlit interior. Ben's leathery bare feet padded softly over the grey tiled floor just ahead of me. His warm moist hand still held onto mine with a strong grip, as if afraid I might make a dash for it. The air inside the building pressed thickly into my nostrils: The ammoniac smell of cleaning fluid mingled with the sea and sand salt smell of the beach and the faint wafts of urine and sweat that characterise public bathrooms everywhere . Ben stopped in front of a metal locker. He produced a key from somewhere and teased open an old brass padlock. Inside was a scruffy beach bag which he yanked out. Snapping the padlock shut he swivelled on a hard bare heel and grabbed my hand again, leading me to one of the change cubicles. There was a strong smell of dagga (cannabis) smoke in the locker room. It came from two fuzzy-eyed young boys sitting on the floor with their backs to the wall, sucking at a joint that they passed from one to the other. One wore a threadbare towel around his waist and the other was naked. Both had a shock of sandy sun-bleached hair that looked like it had not sampled shampoo for a month. Both had the same wary, appraising, hungry, feral look that Ben and his brother wore like a badge of their profession and I realised that these were Durban rent boys too. The naked one winked at Ben and gave me a sardonic thumbs-up sign. `Jeez, you busy today, Ben!' `So would you be if you got out and hustled instead of sitting here smoking weed all day!' Ben retorted, `Henk's gonna whip your asses today' . The other looked me up and down and, while holding my eye, spread his legs and deliberately rubbed the palm of his hand up and down his bulging crotch. Ben showed the boy his middle finger as we passed. `Fuck off Kris! Go find your own!', he said amiably, peeling off his wet shorts even before we entered the change cubicle. Once inside, Ben closed the door and turned to face me in the small space, his impressive young cocklet already ramrod stiff and rubbing against his smooth flat belly. `You still dressed? Jeez, you're slow!', he said with a grin, `It's gotta be quick in and out here!'. He reached out both hands, inserted a thumb into each side of my waistband and slid my shorts to the floor in one smooth movement. As usual, I was not wearing underpants and Ben purred his approval. As I pulled off my T shirt he closed hard strong fingers around my rapidly erecting cock and started wanking me vigorously, the pink tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated hard on the job in hand. Ben quickly had me rock hard and grunting my pleasure. Every now and then he would dart a pink tongue at my cock head to catch the precum that was dribbling out copiously. Soon I felt his wide warm lips slip over my swollen purple head and suck my cock deep into its warm moistness. After sliding slowly up and down the whole length of my shaft a few times he gripped the shaft in his hand and pumped at it while vigorously working his supple lips and strong tongue all over and around my cock head. Just as I thought the rapidly swelling ecstasy of pleasure would blow the top of my head off, Ben let me go and turned to fish in his beach bag for a tube of lube. As he did so he bent down in front of me with his legs apart and presented his arse to me. `Take my butt plug out!' he said to me. I saw what looked like a red plastic disc flat against his anus. I reached out and touched it gingerly. "Just grab it and pull!' said Ben. I worked my fingers around and under the disc and pulled against it. It was stuck firmly and my fingers slid off. `No, grip it tighter and pull harder!' ordered Ben. `What you got this thing in there for?' I asked. `I smaak (like) the feeling', Ben explained, `And Johan says it helps stretch my hole more, `cause it's still a bit tight for the okes with big trils, like you' `I thought you were walking a bit like you had a carrot up your arse', I laughed, `Now I know why!' `Sure', Ben chuckled, `But get it out now, or must I do it?' I took a firm hold of the plastic disk and pulled hard against it. Slowly the butt plug lifted out of Ben's arse, making soft sucking noises as it did so. I looked under the disk and was amazed at how thick the shaft of the plug was. It got stuck briefly and I tugged a bit harder. Ben grunted softly and I saw the muscles of his back and buttocks tighten. I saw that the plug's thick shaft was widening yet further, looking like it was stretching Ben's 12 year old bum hole to breaking point. Then suddenly it pulled free and Ben sighed his relief from the momentary pain. I saw that the plug had a bulb in its shaft and I realised that it must be intended to prevent it being accidentally ejected from Ben's arse. I inspected the plug with my nose screwed up a bit. `Don't worry!' Ben chuckled, `It's clean!' He held up a plastic squirt bottle with a long nozzle and squirted out a jet of soapy water. `I keep my channel clean, you see?' I put the bulbous red butt plug down on the slatted wooden bench. Ben spread his sturdy legs wide apart and offered me his arse, his hole flexed open about a finger width. He twisted his head round to grin at me. `So what you waiting for, Jonny, put it in!' Hurriedly slathering some of Ben's lube on my cock, I put one hand palm down on the smooth tanned skin of his young back while I guided the bulging purple head of my rock hard cock to push against the beckoning lips of his hole. Despite the stretching effect of the butt plug Ben's young ring was a still a bit of a tight fit for my swollen shaft and entry was slow as it widened steadily. The effort for Ben was evident from his low sighs, the tightening of his back muscles under my hand, and the way he would suddenly push up onto his toes, as if trying to evade the onslaught. As I pushed myself deeper into him his arse ring actually pulsed a few times, squeezing and releasing my cock and inducing an incredible wave of pleasure as it did so. Ben heard my grunt of surprised delight and chortled. `Ya like that, huh, Jonny?' `It's great!' I breathed. `Learned it ... from this Chinese ... trawler guy ... at the ... Seaman's Club', Ben panted as he tried to do it again. `Aaah', he moaned, `Sorry ... Can't ... do it for ... long ... yet ... Gotta practice ... more ...' Finally I was all the way inside Ben. I paused to let him adjust but Ben reached behind and patted my thigh with his hard little hand. `Moenie wag nie, Oom! Naai my! Naai my!', he said, lapsing into Afrikaans. (Don't wait, Uncle! Fuck me! Fuck me!) Needing no further encouragement I quickly pulled out until I could feel my swollen head pull up against his arse ring. Then I took a grip of his shoulders before thrusting my cock hard all the way back inside the warm softness of his channel. Ben's muscles knotted up under my hands and he groaned in pain even as he grunted out through clenched teeth, `Gaan aan! Gaan aan!' (Go on! Go on!) I could not have stopped myself even if he had begged me to and in very short order I was pumping his sweet young arse hard and fast. In minutes Ben's moans of pain had turned to a soft crooning of pleasure. For a long while there was just the sound of flesh slapping on flesh and Ben's and my grunting as my thick cock pistoned in and out of Ben's delicious fuck tube. Perspiration poured off both of us as the intensity of feeling in the tip of my cock swelled and grew. As I felt myself rushing to climax, I had a sudden urge to see my cum splatter over the smooth tanned skin of Ben's back, so I withdrew and started pumping the tip of my cock with my hand. Ben twisted around to look at me pleadingly: `No! No! Cum inside me', he begged. Quickly I pushed my straining cock back into Ben and lay forward over his strong young back as the tip of my cock exploded in exquisite waves of ecstasy that billowed through my whole body. No sooner had my cock stopped pulsing inside him when Ben pulled himself off it, turned around and took its shaft into his wide mouth, sucking and licking up and down its length to clean off what remained of my cum. `There, you're done!', he announced shortly and stood up. I reached a hand down to his still stiff and bobbing cock but he brushed it away. `Hey, not now, Jonny, I gotta go work some more. You can do me tonight!' Ben lifted his one foot onto the bench and squatted down slightly as he deftly inserted the butt plug back into his arse. Some of my cum dribbled down the inside of his thigh as he did so. Then he scooped up his shorts and his beach bag from the floor before pulling open the cubicle door. `See ya later, Jonny!' he called over his shoulder as he headed out the change room. `Hey, what about your money?' I called after him, fumbling for my wallet in my clothes. `On the house, Jonny!', he called back with a wave of his hand as he disappeared around the corner. The other two rent boys were still hanging about in the change room. Both were naked now, their bodies wet from the shower they had just taken. Their faces brightened on hearing my last interchange with Ben. `Hey mister', said the one Ben had called Kris, `You c'n have Adi and me both for what you were gonna pay Ben!' I looked over the two boys. They were older than Ben, about fourteen or fifteen. Although they were not as well muscled as the young Afrikaner, there was something in the hard wiriness of their lean brown bodies that stirred my gut. Like any rent boys worth their salt, their teenage cocks were long and their balls were large. Still I hesitated. Adi grinned suddenly. `Aw c'mon, mister', he said, pointing at my slowly elongating cock, `You know you want to! I had to grin back. `Okay, get in here, you two! You better be worth it!' `Don't worry, mister, we'll give you a real good time!' said Kris as he came up to me and closed his fingers around my cock.