Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 01:09:14 +0000 From: skaar skaar Subject: 'Boy Narcissus' - Gay male - Older/Younger - Part II There was something compelling about the dunes at the nude beach that drew me back time and time again. Something that made me feel special, wanted, even desired - the men who stared at my hairless, golden-tanned body in awe and admiration; the ones who openly lusted after me; and the ones who would beg just to touch me, if only for a moment. I stood naked in front of the mirror in the guests' room at my grandmother's. Perhaps it was my hair; everyone admired its loose curls, honey brown colour and, now that the sun and sea air was having its effects, its almost yellow-blonde highlights. Perhaps it was my deep bronze tan that was now starting to darken my previously white groin and butt. Perhaps it was my chest, I thought, as I ran my hands over my two overdeveloped pecs and their disproportionately large, coffee-brown nipples. I didn't have much of a six pack, except when I did sit-ups, but I had a tight, hard stomach and no fat as well as a really small waist that I think accentuated the size of my chest and shoulders. My legs were smooth and almost hairless except for a few fine hairs near my ankles that had gone white-blonde with the sun against my dark skin. I stared at my cock and balls, admiringly. There's no doubt they were bigger than anyone else's I'd seen my age. Someone said that Ahmoud from the football team was big, because they'd seen him in the showers, but he was over 6' tall and Lebanese, I think. But all the other guys I'd seen in the lockerrooms and showers at school were smaller, even Kevin Macy and Simon Smart and they already had hair growing. I fondled my smooth scrotum, feeling my balls hang heavily in the Summer heat. The sight of my half-hard cock excited me and I imagined the men at the beach staring at me. My cock grew hard. The sight of my body in the mirror aroused me and I played with my cock, stroking the head and making up and down movements in the cup of my hand until it felt like it would burst. Maybe I was beautiful after all. * My haven among the bushes in the dunes once again beckoned me. Now I didn't hesitate to strip off, even if I saw someone nearby. In fact, that's really what I wanted. I wanted them to see me. I wanted them to want me. And I wanted them to make me feel good. It didn't take long for the man in his thirties to wander over from where he was. He tried to look casual about it, but his eyes were fixed on me the whole time as he drew near. And, as he approached, I could see his uncut cock lengthen, harden and become more and more erect, the head poking out of the foreskin by the time he arrived. "Hi, little fella", he said, casually, not trying to hide his now fully hard cock, the size of which astounded me to the point where I could barely take my eyes off it, try though I might. "Hi", I said. "You're a nice looking young guy", he said, standing incredibly close. "Thanks", I said. The compliments always making my chest want to burst with pride and my cock explode. "He's with me", came a voice behind me. I turned and saw a familiar leathery-brown man with white hair - it was the first man I had met on my first day at the beach. My heart pounded. "Sorry", said the younger guy, attempting to cover his hard-on nervously, before he turned and almost ran through the dunes back to where he came from. "My sweet Adonis", said the old man. "You don't want the likes of him". "No, sir", I said, realising that I didn't know this man's name. "Come", he beckoned, embracing me in his warmth. I melted once again into his arms, feeling safe and secure. We stood for some time, just hugging, flesh against flesh, almost imperceptibly rocking to and fro. "I think it's time we began to make you a man, son", he whispered in my ear, craning his head down low. "I think you should come to my place where we can discuss the ascent of Adonis into manhood". I didn't know quite what he meant, but I knew he wanted me to come home with him. Moms always warn their kids about dirty old men. But somehow this just felt right and I felt calm and at peace with this lean, tall, chestnut brown, white-haired man. I knew he could never hurt me. I knew he could only ever want to make me feel good. * The small beach house and its vast deck overlooked Finnegan's Point yet were protected from neighbours' views by dense native trees. The old man took me out onto the deck where we embraced and looked at the view together. Holding me at arm's length, he then reached down and lifted my T-shirt over my head. Next, he put his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and, kneeling at the same time, pulled them to the floor, followed by my briefs. Still kneeling, he leaned in and kissed my hard stomach softly, before pulling me towards him, turning to press his cheek against my stomach and hugging me firmly. I felt like I could just meld into his flesh. He stood and took a step back, looking me directly in the eyes, as he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and tossed it casually aside. I stood mesmerised, drinking in his every movement, taking in his smooth, lean, fit, sun-blackened form. His shorts fell to the floor as his gaze didn't shift from my eyes. It was then that I realised that this was the first time I had had a real chance to see him fully naked in any detail. His weathered, circumsized cock hung heavily at, perhaps, six inches. His balls were enormous, like nothing I could ever have imagined except maybe on a bull or something. And he had no hair in his groin, not even pubes. He sat back on a chair. Without a word, he beckoned me into his arms. I followed, without hesitation, my cock now fully hard and quivering with anticipation. He guided me as I sat on his lap facing him, my legs straddling his and barely reaching the ground except on tiptoes. He pulled my chest towards him and lightly kissed my pectorals, then encircled my brown nipples with his tongue, flicking them and sending quivers up and down my body. He then gently cupped both sides of my face and drew my mouth to his. Softly, as first, our lips met. His tongue darted across my lips then seemed to encourage my mouth to open. It felt weird, yet exciting at the same time and my cock pumped involuntarily a few times. My mouth opened and his open mouth met it, our tongues meeting and entwining. Hungrily he opened his mouth fully and devoured my lips and tongue, thrusting deep. Ecstacy flooded through my body and I almost passed out, swaying backwards at one stage, his long, lean arms enfolding me, supporting me and drawing me deep into him. I could feel a hardness under my butt. It was his cock growing to monstrous proportions. He stood, one arm encircling me, the other lifting my legs, one by one, until they were around his waist. Our lips and mouths stayed interlocked. My feet fully off the ground, my boycock pressed hard against his stomach, he supported my weight and spun me round and round like some sort of slow-motion dance. He lowered one hand to and I felt his huge manmeat pressed hard against my butthole. In expert movements, it probed the entrance, time and time again, testing its hold, moistening its opening. My butthole itched furiously, aching for a desire I didn't know, craving the rod to push further. Our mouths explored each other passionately and I found myself gasping for breath with the excitement. I leaned back, his strong arms cradling me, and I jumped as I felt his manhood penetrate my butt without warning. "Relax, sweet Adonis". I obeyed and felt his long cock slip slowly, gently into me, moistened by sweat and natural lubricant. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open, staring at the man as he smiled sweetly and lovingly at me. His vast cock impaled me, making me feel like my guts would burst, yet, at the same time, this unfamiliar feeling made me feel at one with the old man; joined as one, he inside me. He rocked me to and fro, my legs gripping his narrow waist, his cock slowly pulsing inside me. My breath came in gasps of pleasure and I threw my head back in exhiliaration. This was the most incredible feeling ever. He turned and placed my feet on the chair, slowly pulling his hard rod out of me. I didn't want it to end, but I wanted to trust this man who was giving me so much pleasure and I knew he had something else in mind. He pushed me back into the chair and straddled me as I had done previously to him. His cock, probably nine inches, was hard and swaying close to my face, as he lowered himself onto me and I felt his hand guide my own rock-hard cock into the moist heat of his butt. Wave after wave of sheer unabounded pleasure coursed through my young body. My head thought it would burst with passion and heat. The feeling on my cock was like nothing I had imagined, the pleasure almost being too much to bear as he slowly and purposefully raised and lowered himself onto me. My guts felt like they would explode and spasm after spasm gripped my lower abdomen. He raised himself as I thought I could stand it no longer. He straddled my thighs as I sat, faint with pleasure, my head spinning. He gripped my boycock in one hand and his huge meat which dwarfed mine in the other. "Tell me when, beautiful boy" he said. When? When what? I had no idea... I groaned; a feral, guttural groan that seemed to come from an animal inside me. "Now!" I said, holding my breath and gritting my teeth, my stomach mucles like I'd never seen them before, my pecs pumped like footballs. Whole-body spasms took over my body, time and time again, as I felt an unfamiliar burning inside my cock which spewed forth spurt after spurt of creamy white fluid on my brown stomach much to my shock and amazement. The old man groaned then his own cock shot a stream of thick white fluid that shot past me head at vast speed; a second that hit with a large sound on the back of the chair near my ear; a third that splattered with force under my chin; and a fifth, sixth and maybe seventh that splashed across my chest. He shuddered and let out a deep breath. My panting slowed and our eyes met, exhausted, pleased and smiling. "Today", he said, "My sweet Adonis became a man for all the world to see". He looked at me lovingly then sweetly touched my lips with his. I've never felt so proud in all my life. ** Note: Should anyone be interested in learning more about Boy Narcissus' experiences, they can email me at skaaroz@hotmail.com and I will write further installments.