Date: Thu, 25 May 2023 15:00:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Midw Stud <midweststudent88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beachboy Jailbait

It has been a long time since I published a story on nifty.  I began a few
in the past couple years, but never finished anything up.  But I was
inspired the other day and decided to do a standalone.  Perhaps I will get
back and finish the Roommate series soon, I have thought about it.  Please
also look at my series of (almost completely) non-fiction stories of my own
experiences,

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/true-campus-stories/

And the Roommate series:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/my-god-my-roommate/

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By May, beach season here is in full swing.  I went out to the beach late
the other afternoon to cool off in the ocean and sit for a while.  My
street dead ends at a beach trail but I decided to hop in the golf cart and
go up the beach a little ways.  That part of the beach got washed out
somewhat by the most recent hurricane last year and at high tide the waves
crash into dead bushes and small trees that were eroded.  As a result, it
is usually quieter, and I just wanted to swim and relax a bit.

I dropped my towel next to a fallen-over brushy tree that had already been
smoothed somewhat by the waves.  It wasn't quite high tide, so there was a
narrow strip of beach before the gentle waves inside of the sandbar.  With
sweat in my eyes and the low sun, I hadn't even realized there was a group
of five boys sitting on the other side of the scraggly tree.  I sat down to
read a little news on my phone, and sort of listened to them in the
background.  They were all talking excitedly as kids do, that rising and
falling crescendo of teenagers talking over eachother.  After a while I
went into the ocean.  The pool behind the sandbar was deep so I really only
had to go in a little ways to be up to my shoulders to float and swim
about.

In the water, but only about 20 feet from where I had hung my towel on the
tree, I looked back at the group of boys.  It wasn't pervy, it's normal to
look back at shore when in the water, and with the angle of the sun coming
across the beach, looking directly at them was looking away from the sun.
(And for them to see me staring was looking INTO the sun...).  One thing
was immediately apparent, one of the boys was already a man.  I had heard
them talking something about 'next year in highschool' so I assumed they
had just finished eighth grade.

But one of them looked more like 17 or 18, and if you told me he was 21 I
suppose I would believe it.  He was toned with definition, long lean veiny
limbs, low voice, and a sharp devilish but very cute face under a mess of
wet salty sandy sun-bleached hair.  His friends all looked like normal 14
year olds.  The kids around here tend to all be very active.  With all the
surfing, biking, skating, basketball, skim boarding, and tennis they are
all very fit.  But the friends, while trim and toned, still had that soft
layer marking them as kids.  I had gotten pushed down a ways by the current
and as I walked back up against the water I noticed the one kid was really
looking at me.

As I got closer, walking waist deep against the current, and passed the
group slowly my eyes widened at this attention.  He was sitting upright and
splay-legged, one of those positions you don't think about as a kid but if
I tried now would give me a back spasm and a day of soreness.  He was
staring me down like meat.  It actually made my neck hair stand up.  I know
that look of male desire and animal lust.  But from a kid?!  Our eyes met
and he slowly licked his lips.  One of his hands was shoved between his
thighs, assaulting his junk.  As we looked at eachother, his other hand
found and pinched one then the other of his big prominent pointy nipples.
Goddam.

As if on cue, they all stood up.  The one boy was at least a foot taller
than his friends.  There was some pushing and laughing and horseplay and
two of them got into the water where they continued their wrestling.  I
made my way out of the water and the slight chill made me grab my towel off
the tree and wrap it around me.  The boy was still staring me down,
ignoring his two friends as they sat back down on their towels and got
their phones out.  I was watching him through the branches of the tree,
only feet away, trying not to look like I was looking.

He picked up a lacrosse stick from the pile of stuff they had and began
theatrically stretching.  Most young guys on the beach here wear patterned
Chubbies or those short loose-legged AFTCO type shorts but he was wearing
shorts of that stretchy sheer woven polyester type material, not a
swimsuit.  They were also far too small, not hard to imagine he outgrew
them since last summer.  As he would put the stick on the ground and bend
over stretching, the shorts were stretched to the limit over his sculpted
cheeks that looked hard as granite, the seam digging deep.  It was pretty
obvious he wasn't wearing undies and my cock twitched imagining the inseam
grazing his salty hole.

He tuned fully toward me and lifted the stick over his head, arching
backwards as far as he could go and flexing his arms and stomach as he did.
As I peered through the tangle of branches at this glorious specimen the
sun caught his faint blond treasure trail disappearing into his shorts.
That dragged my eyes down to the obscenely obvious shape of his engorged
teenmeat jutting all the way across his thigh until it seemed to end above
the pocket just below his waistband.  As I blinked the salt out of my eyes
and looked closer at the apricot-sized head, one of his hands flashed down
to cup his balls and then slowly he traced the length with his fingernails.
The last summer I went to camp was after 8th grade and there was a guy in
our tent whose cock was longer than the short edge of an 8 1/2 by 11 sheet
of paper and this guy was in the same league.

I looked up at him after this obviously sexual display and met eyes again.
He opened his mouth and made a perfect cocksucker's O with his lips.  He
was fluttering his tongue rapidly and his adam's apple was bobbing up and
down.  Shit.  This kid was trouble.  His friends were still engrossed in
their phones and I turned around to spread my towel as he started to poke
them with the stick and get them off their phones.  The other two came out
of the ocean, and I went back to my own phone, willing my dick to get soft.
Of course I was so horny I opened up Reddit which didn't help.  After a
while I heard him say in his voice much lower than his friends that he had
to get going.  Saved by the bell.

I went back to reading the news for a while but it was time to go and I
started back up the path.  Midway on the path there is another path that
leads off to a few houses but no one really uses it and is mostly used by
people needing to pee who don't want to do it in the ocean.  It's hard to
describe, but it is actually quite private and from where it joins the main
trail you can see up and down the primary path at least 50 yards.  I was
still looking at my phone strolling slowly up the path and having gotten
warm again, happy for the shade.

Something caught my eye and it took me a second to focus and compute what
it was.  Up the side trail a ways where it bends out of sight was the beach
boy, shorts around his knees, his massive juicy cock bright red in his
hand.  We locked eyes again as he pumped his leaky prick angrily with a
look of determination and even pain on his face.  He pushed his rigid cock
down into his shorts and pulled them up, although they were not even
covering his pubes and part of his creamy white ass was sticking out.  He
flopped his hair and walked towards me.  "'Sup" he said.

**Choose your own ending!** I was a horny kid with a very active sexual
imagination and I know I teased some men when I was a young teenager.  I
don't know if it is porn, or what, but some of these kids these days seem
to tease like I never would have dared.  But I am an upstanding citizen and
don't want to corrupt the youth.  If you want to read what really happened
next, scroll down to Chapter 3.  If you want to read what happened in my
fantasy, keep reading Chapter 2....


Chapter 2

"How's it going" I said, not really knowing what to do or say.

"Good man" he said, then flicking his head at me: "You like me?"

"I don't know you" I replied, "but you are beautiful and very forward!"

"Beautiful?" he kicked back, "I'm a dude!"

"All right then stud, you are a hottie" I retorted.  His face spread into a
big toothy smile and he took a step towards me, almost touching chests,
although he was probably five or so inches taller than my 5'10, making my
dick jump but also making me scan the trail for others.  There was barely
anyone on the beach, but his friends could be coming any time.

"Wanna go to your house?" he asked, licking his lips again probably
subconsciously.

"What would we do there?" I asked seductively.

Then the ubiquitous answer from anyone under 30 - "Chill" he said, before
looking down and adding: "I really need some dick."

By this time my brain had stopped working and my cock was in control.  We
walked up the trail silently.  I put my hard around his waist and gave him
a playful spank on one of his chiseled ass cheeks trying to burst out the
back of his shorts.  After sneaking a glance behind us I worked my hand
down the back of his shorts which was difficult with their tightness and
grabbed the same cheek before dragging my hand up his steamy ass valley and
letting my middle finger tickle his hole for a second.  He moaned and
stopped walking, arching his back.  His hole was hot to the touch and his
hands immediately short for his balls and imprisoned dripping cock.

When we got out to the road there was a pile of BMX bikes against a bush I
hadn't noticed one the way in and he pulled a skateboard out from under
them.  We hopped in my cart and sped the couple minutes to my house, I
drove straight into the backyard in case any neighbors would wonder why I
had a mostly naked boy in my cart.  Back behind the garage is the outdoor
shower and I reached in to turn on the hot water which takes forever to get
out there.  "Let it warm up" I said, "it takes a minute.  Don't worry, no
one can see us back here."  I had barely finished speaking when his ass hit
the grass along with my swimsuit.  Within a second he was cross legged at
my feet and licking at my full balls while jerking my mostly hard cock.  He
lifted my cock with his long tongue and grabbed my ass with one hand,
pulling me forward till his nose was in my bush.  No amateur this one!

This kid was a pro.  Between his tight lips, hard tongue action and his
hand working my balls, I almost squirted right out of the gate.  His cute
face looking up at me while he savagely pumped his big cock made me look
right into his twinkling blue eyes as he gave me a smile, barely noticeable
since his red lips were wrapped around my cock.  I got him up and got the
temperature right and we got in the shower.  My shower game is good.  I got
him facing away from me and was soaping up his chest, tweaking his nipples
and working down to his heavy cock and balls.  Since he was a good bit
taller than me my cock was between his thighs, but he intuitively hunched
down a little so I could rub it in his crack.  I jerked him from behind
while soaping and massaging his big balls from between his legs.  He was
moaning and spreading his legs, opening himself up more.

I couldn't take the sight of that perfect ass splayed open for me any
longer.  His valley was so steep yet shallow, not a blemish.  Just
spreading his legs and arching his back seemed to make his cheeks
disappear, leaving his most private of places on lewd display.  His hole
was perfect pink and round, with the little pleats all pointing towards the
opening to his velvety insides.  "Grab your ankles" I tried to say in a
sexy whisper but came out as a growl.  I looked for a second at that
prominent ring muscle surrounding his boyhole, it looked strong, and was
quivering and winking at me.  It occurred to me later he probably thought I
was going to shove my dick in him but that gasp and moan he gave when he
felt my tongue travel from the bottom of his big dangling gonads up to his
pucker and then inside made my dog start barking in the garage.

"Damn that's so good.  I've never gotten my ass ate before" he grunted
between panting.  I love to be the first to show a guy new things, so I was
going to give him the best.  I licked, I sucked on that hole, I sucked on
it till it was opening in my mouth and then slid my tongue in deep.  I had
my arms around him to hold his ass back on my face.  One of my hands was
around the top of his sack, pulling those big balls down and the other was
just tickling and pinching his big cockhead which was now fully out of the
skin and slimy with pre.  After a few minutes he started bucking and his
hole nearly nipped my tongue off.  He shot a huge load that mostly ended up
in my hand, although the first couple shots were dripping down the board of
the shower wall.

"Ahhhhhyahhh" he squealed as his orgasm ended.  And then in a low voice
sounding like a command: "fuck me now."  He slipped his feet further apart
and bent a bit more, grabbing the bottom of one of the wall studs with one
hand, and prying a cheek wider with the other.  The target was beautiful.
I leaned in and gave it one more punch with my tongue, leaving it winking
at me.  My right hand still covered in his cum, I slathered it onto my
needle hard prick and wiped the rest on his rosebud.  With one hand on his
hip and the other guiding my spear to his quivering starfish, I pushed my
head inside of him making him groan in pleasure and push back on my cock,
making another couple inches disappear inside his steaming hot fuck tunnel.

I didn't think he was a virgin, I never got the feeling of the 'cherry
popping' that you usually can feel with guys on their first time.  But as I
pushed deeper it was clear that there were some bumps and turns that hadn't
been straightened out by enough cocks yet.  (I later learned he had been
fucked some by a couple friends but they were small dicked, never got it
all the way in, and only lasted a few seconds).  I got into a bit of a
rhythm but it was hard with him being so tall and us standing.  I have
never really made standing sex work like it does in porn, despite plenty of
trying.  I turned the water off and pulled him out of the shower, pushing
him down onto the grass.  Laying on his back in the late sun with his
lustful eyes and heaving chest was a beautiful sight.  I hit my knees,
pushed his legs back and wide (he helpfully grabbed the backs of his knees
and pulled them way back, opening that slippery boytwat so wide I could see
inside).

I pushed in fast till my pubes smashed his big wet balls up under his rigid
cock making his eyes roll up.  I started long stroking him fast and hard,
wondering after a little while if this might be too much.  But the
incoherent noises he was making and his dripping cock told me he was
enjoying himself.  "Fuck boy that ass is so warm and tight I can feel your
heartbeat" I hissed at him, "I'm not going to last long in this perfect
puss."

"Cum in my mouth, I want to drink it" he sputtered between gasps of air.  I
wasn't going to last long, it was all so hot and naughty.  I fucked him as
hard as I could for another minute or so until I felt my sap rising in that
way you know it's imminent.  I ripped my cock out of him and watched his
hole spasm for a long couple seconds before spinning around and kneeling
over his head and pushing my slimy cock into his mouth.  He started sucking
on it like crazy, some teeth but it was too hot to care.  My cockhead found
his tonsils as I leaned over to take hold of his massive throbbing dong.
The head looked to have gotten even bigger and was covered in slime and
angry red.  I licked around the big head and into his foreskin.
Immediately he was trying to thrust deeper and I have a bad gag, so I had
to take hold of the base to control him.

It was time to bring this to an end before me made me puke so I shifted to
get an elbow on the grass between his thigh and balls and pushed the first
two fingers of my other hand deep in his slippery twat.  That made him
lurch and I felt my cock pop deeper into his throat.  When my middle finger
found and pressed on his firm swollen boy button he started twitching and
raised his ass while a flood of scalding salty teencream filled and
overflowed my mouth.  That set me off and I put about ten big volleys of
manmustard right down his throat.

We were both out of breath as I rolled off of him and we smiled at
eachother and started chuckling.  I was going to give this adorable guy a
good long cummy kiss, but his phone rang and he fished it out of his
twisted up shorts.  "OK mom, be right there" he said, rolling his eyes at
me.  "Dinner time" he said to me after ending the call.

"You better get cleaned up" I told him moving into the shower.  I washed
him off, of course his giant cock was already hard again by the time I
turned off the water and handed him his towel.  "That was a huge load for
your second in a row!" I told him.

"Yeah I can cum all day."

"Haha so could I when I was your age.  I once came a dozen times in a day.
My dick was really sore."

"How old do you think I am?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"Ah I don't know.  High school?" I said nervously.

"Haha almost.  But I am 15, my parents kept me back this year to help my
soccer career.  Don't worry, it's 16 in this state, and I will be 16 in 11
months."

"Well do well in school" I said stupidly.  It didn't take him long to get
dressed since he only had one article of clothing.  I let him out the back
gate with his skateboard.  I took the dog for a walk and made some supper.
That night I woke up painfully hard thinking about the kid and couldn't
fall back asleep until I had viciously fucked my pillow and filled my hand
with spooge.


**OR....**


Chapter 3

"How's it going" I said, not really knowing what to do or say.

"Good man" he said, then flicking his head at me: "You like me?"

"Well sure" I said with a little laugh "you seem like a nice guy and you
are definitely, should we say, outgoing."

"What do you want to do with me?" he asked a bit plaintively.

"Well you are too young for me and I am too old for you" I said as he
looked dejected, "And you can't be out here like that, what if people see
you?!"

"I only wanted you to see me" he said a bit pitifully.

I was pretty nervous.  I felt for the kid, but this just could not happen.
I put my hand lightly on his shoulder and told him to come on, motioning
toward the main path.  I started a monologue I had given before, though
more often online than not.  How he should really be careful, and that it
was more appropriate to learn about these things with guys his own age.  He
asked me if I had ever been with older guys when I was young and I wasn't
going to lie to him.  I told him it was when I was older than he was, and
had a better grasp on my own sexuality, and though I did see some guys
older than me, most of my experience in high school and college was with
guys more or less my own age.

We both loosened up a bit and by the time we got to the road we were
chatting along.  I asked if he wanted to talk some more, that I would be
happy to share any advice I had and answer any questions.  He gave me a
million watt smile and said sure.  I pulled up the bottom of the cupholders
in the cart and got out my emergency $20 bill and gave it to him.  I told
him to go to the ice cream place, get me an iced coffee and whatever he
wanted and I would see him there.  He excitedly said sure and skated off
fast, those hard little ass cheeks like big concrete mangoes fighting each
other in those tight shorts.  I headed toward my house which was on the way
to the ice cream place replaying what had happened and wondering if I
should meet him or not.  I knew it would take him a while to get there, it
was almost a mile, so I took a few quick bong tokes and headed back out.

When I got to the ice cream place there were people around.  It is mostly
tourists there but I pulled around back and then saw him coming out with
his skateboard under his arm, my coffee in one hand, and ice cream in the
other.  I motioned him over and he got in the cart and I took off.  I
hadn't thought that one out, and despite keeping it platonic, there was no
reason for anyone who knowns me or him to see us riding around together.  I
went over to this muddy kayak launch on a creek a few blocks beyond.  There
was never anyone there and a good place to chat for a bit.

We parked by the creek and chatted for a while.  He kept saying he was
attracted to older men and why didn't I want to have sex with him.  I tried
explaining that he was mature, and guys his age must seem like little kids,
but that was the way things were.  That he probably admired older guys like
his dad and teachers and stuff but that respect and admiration wasn't
necessarily sexual attraction, but that if he really was attracted to older
guys that was fine, but he shouldn't ignore his agemates, they would catch
up sooner or later.  He asked me a lot of overly graphic sex questions,
things I had done, kinks, all kinds of stuff, but I mostly succeeded in
putting him off these topics.  He was actually very good at conversation
for someone his age, we talked about our summer plans, even politics and
some other stuff, but then his phone rang.  "OK mom, be right there" he
said, rolling his eyes at me.

He said he had to get home for supper, I asked if he needed a ride, but he
said he lived down at this end of town anyway.  Our town is long and skinny
along the beach.  Good.  Less chance of passing him walking with his folks
or something!  He said he wanted to see me again, I said I hoped we would
bump into eachother on the beach or something.  As I put my coffee into the
cupholder, his hand shot out and pulled my hand onto his upper thigh, my
fingers wrapping around was felt like a long hot Redbull can running down
the leg of his shorts.  He held my hand there for a second before thrusting
his open hand onto my now deflated junk, which had made my swimsuit liner
sticky by this point.  I slowly moved my hand down his throbbing cockmeat
until I was at the end of his shorts.  His big head was just inside the
leghole and against my better judgment I let my pointer finger slip in and
make a couple circles around the head, rubbing a little under his ample
skin.  I sort of closed my legs letting him know to take his hand back but
couldn't resist bringing my finger, shiny with his pre, to my lips.

It tasted great, and the look on his face when I licked my finger clean was
precious, but I told him "alright bud, you better get home."  I drove back
across the grass and gravel to where the asphalt started and het got out,
smiled at me and said so long.  I watched that tight little ass skate away,
my groin coming alive again.  A little ways down the road he turned and
flashed me a big grin and gave a wave.  I waved and started off the other
direction.  I thought to myself he likely could be the kind who in a few
years I will see on Grindr when he is back on a break from college and then
I will destroy his hole many times over.  That's happened to me in the
past.

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