Date: Mon, 01 Nov 2004 14:50:58 -0800
From: Bob Hook <bobhook10@hotmail.com>
Subject: Condo Kid (part 3)

Eric and I manuvered the Mustang through the traffic without incident, and
soon arrived at The resturant, and I pulled into the lot, and parked. The
lot was over half full, which I took as a good omen regarding the quality of
the food.

We entered the crowded, though not totally filled, resturant, and were shown
to a nice window table. Menu's were proffered, and we perused them a few
minutes in silence. "Good morning, guys!", came the cheery greeting from our
server, "How about some fresh juice, to start?" he asked. I raised an
eyebrow at Eric, and he smiled at the waiter as he declined, saying, "Naa
thanks, had that already." turning his look in my direction, the waiter
cocked an eyebrow of his own at me in silent inquirey. "No, to the juice," I
answered, "But please...coffee!" Eric ordered a milk, and the server
disappeared.

"Man!", I said to Eric," this looks like a happening place for sure, and it
smells great in here!" He gave me that killer smile, and replied, "Yea, it
makes me hungry just breathing in here!!" Our server, who, btw, was a bit of
a hottie in his own right, returned to take our order. You've seen the type,
  maybe 19 or 20, California surfer kind of style, all blonde and blue eyed,
tanned like he never actually considered sitting in the shade when outdoors.
Those readers from California beach towns know exactly what I refer to!

Not being the overly greedy type, I dismissed R-rated thoughts regarding the
server, and we ordered breakfast. We sat chatting and sipping our drinks a
bit, then the food arrived. It was beautiful, plentiful, and smelled of
heaven. Both Eric and I got quiet as we dove into the luscious moring repast
with vigor. As is typical of boys his age, Eric vacumed his heaping plate to
a splotless state in a flash, and was now swiping a piece of my toast, which
he liberally slaved with a thick, dark jelly. I laughed at his voracious
appitite, and kiddingly offered him a link of sausage, whick he promptly
took, and rolled inside of his jelly toast, then popped the whole thing back
with a wink. Kids!! Eat like semi drivers, and it all just vaporizes as
burned energy, leaving none of the love handle residue that comes with later
development!

We finished the meal, and I paid the check, seriously over-tipping surfer
boy, and we exitied the resturant, back into the warm, sunny, day. We
re-mounted the Mustang, and I started back down Ocean Blvd. I asked Eric,
"Get enough to eat, hot shot??" I grinned at him. He stretched out his bare
legs against the floorboard and flexed out that smooth, flat tummy as he
passed his palm back and forth across the tanned skin, bared between his
half shirt hem, and the waistband of his shorts. "For sure, Rob, and thanks,
dude, that was awesome!!" he answered with yet another smile. " I prolly
won't even be hungry again, for like maybe even three hours or so!!" he
giggled.

As we motored along with the traffic, Eric pulled his smooth legs up and
turned as far sideways in his seat as the seatbelt allowed, and tucking one
leg partly under the other, he asked, "Sooo...whats up now....you got
anything going today?" I looked over at him, and tried, honest, not to gasp.
I tried, but failed, miserably! His leg cross and tuck manuver had caused
his silky shorts to gather in just the right way, and the stretched material
was clearly defining the outline of his impressive boy tool as it rested
against his upper thigh, and also, the prominate bulge below, where his boy
balls were trapped between his thighs. I must have stared, (duuuh), because
he gave me a perplexed look, then shifted his gaze to follow my eyes.
Looking back at me, he smiled, a perfect shade of blush creeping up his
creamy cheeks, and squeeked, "What...??"

I tore my eyes away from his package, and concentrated seriously on the
road, as I felt some color invade my own cheeks. "Uh..well..I...uh...nope,
actually, I don't have any kind of plans for today, dude." I stammered, more
than a little flustered at having been soooo busted that way! Eric
straightened out his seat position, and said, "Well, cool, then.....I
mean..if you wanted, I could, like, show you where the cool places around
here are...like the beaches and stuff, I mean...?" I grinned at him, and
reached over to tossle his hair, and answered, "Dude, that would be
awsome..if you don't mind spending your Sunday with an old fart like me,
that is!! Eric giggled at that, and said, "Naaa..its cool..I can handle
it!!"

So we stopped off at a nearby Target store, and picked up a couple of beach
towels, a cheap ice chest, ice, a sixer of beer, and some bottled water.
Assembling the drinks in the ice chest, we tossed it all in the back of the
car, and headed West toward the sparkeling Pacific! Eric directed me, and
soon we had reached the beach area where several ocean front hotels dotted
the frontage road across the street from the ocean. There was a long pier
that extended about a half mile out from the beach, and there were dozens of
street fair booths setup along the strip of grass between the sidewalk and
the wide, sandy beach. We found a parking spot, and locked up the mustang.

As we walked along the street checking out the various art works, and hand
made crafts and jewelry, that were offered for sale by the vendors, I
watched in awe as the human sea of roller bladers, skate boarders, bicycle
riders, and fellow strollers whized past in an unending parade of fit,
tanned bodies, dressd in a variety of "barely there" outfits, in an effort
to expose as much toned skin as was legal to the warm Cailfornia sun. This
mile or so of beach front real estate gave new meaning to the term "eye
candy!"

As we reached the end of the row of vender booths, Eric steered us out onto
the sand, and in the direction of the water, and some small dunes just south
of us. We walked up the dunes, and stretched before us was maybe 2 miles of
wide, sandy beach, with gentle, foamy surf, breaking across the tide line as
far as the eye could see. Immediately in front of us appeared to be the
family area of beach, and there were dozens of mom-dad-2.9 kid groupings,
with the usual array of frisbee, beach balls, kites, etc.taking place. We
walked to the edge of the rolling surf, then continued down the harder
packed, wet sand, staying on our Southerly route.

Maybe half a mile further along, the family crowd seemed to give way to more
of a teen grouping, interspersed with college age girls and boys, and the
scenery definately improved, in my eyes!  As we walked along, Eric was
greeted a few times, and made some "Hi's" and "hey's" to kids he knew.
Several of the lad's were certainly keepers, but my attention was on Eric,
and I was mildly curious about our ultimate destination. Besides, I could
walk forever on a beach, and, constantly stealing covert glances at my boys
intreguing bulges and crevices as we strolled, definately held my interest!

We climbed another set of dunes, and, dropping off the far side, I realized
that this particular section of beach was secluded from the part we had just
left, and, as we neared the bottom of the dune, I was surprised, and
delighted, to see that the two dozen or so people that lounged, or
frollicked there were totally nude, save for a pair of shoes, here and
there!! Eric clearly slowed our pace at this point, and we strolled along
the waters edge, plainly perving the naked men women, and teens scattered
about!

Flashing me that killer grin, Erick leered at me, and said, "Pretty cool,
huh!!" Laughing, and cuffing his shoulder, I answered, "Yea! Cool, for
sure!!" He giggled, and returned the shoulder punch, then said, "They
actually like being looked at, ya know, I come down here... like ALL the
time!!" Then, that sweet blush crept up his creamy cheeks again, and he
leaned in close to me, saying, "Man, I sooo wish I had enough guts to be out
here like that.... all nakey....it's gotta be awesome!!" I chuckled at him,
and replied, "Well....we could just go for it, dude, if you really want
to!!" His blush grew in intensity, and he giggled some more, saying in a
soft voice, "Naaaa....I'd prolly get like, all... excited... or something,
and then be, like, all embarressed!!"

I laughed out loud at that, and swatted at his bubble butt, then told
him,"Well, dude, you just might get "all excited", all right, probably I
would too, but, I don't think you have any need to be embarressed if you
did....actually....I'd bet proud, would be more like it!!" Eric giggled, and
blushed, some more, and muttered something I missed, and we walked on down
the beach, checking out the bodies as we went. We reached another set of
dunes, and Eric dropped down on the warm sand. I settled in next to him, and
we lay back on our elbows. The nude beach was close, but far enough off that
detailed observation was difficult now.

After resting a while, and observing the distant nude beach inhabitants, I
glanced down at the front Eric's shorts, and was rewarded with a significant
bulge, outlining his turgid boy cock pressed against his shorts. I resisted
a powerful urge to put my hand on it, and manipulate it to full hardness.
"So, dude," I said, "Truth...or..dare??" He grinned at me, hesitated, the
replied, "I take truth!" Rubbing my chin as if in thought, I said,
"OK,.....do you like the feeling you get when your naked?" Eric glowed a
little brighter, fluttered his eyes a little, then squeeked, "Uh huh...I
like that lots, actually!" and he giggled. "Cool!", was my only comment.
After a minute, Eric asked, "Uh, Rob...truth..or dare??"

I gave him a brave look, and answered, "Dare!" He brightened, then giggled,
then said, "You asked for it dude!!" I chuckled, and said, "What??!" He
cracked up even more, and said, "OK dude, I dare ya to moon those people
over there!!" he giggled, indicating 3 nude couples playing cards on a
blanket, maybe 100 feet away. Looking at him sternly, I replied, "A dare is
a dare, dude!!", and I quickly rose to my knees, turned my backside toward
the group, and skinned my shorts and undies below my ass, displaying same,
nakedly! This process also bared my cock briefly to Eric, who was laughing
with wide eyed abandon at my antics, and I saw his eyes zero in on my
swinging member before I ran my shorts back into place, cracking up as bad
as he was.

"Oh man!!" he chirped, "I can's EVEN believe you did that, dude!!!" and we
made snide comments back and forth a while, then I asked him,
"Truth....or...dare, Eric??" He giggled some more, and said, "Truth!! No way
I'm doing any dares for you!!" "Ummmm..okay...uh....since you like being
naked, then, do you ever go that way at home..like in your room, or
whatever, I mean..not like in the shower!"  Eric chewed that a minute,
blushed some more, then stammered, " Uhhh...I...yea...well....ok...YES..like
lots of times, if I'm in my room, I do it!!!" he giggled., "And...like all
over the house, too, like if mom's not there!!" I laughed, and teased him,
"Naked boy..naked boy!!" as he pealed off giggles.

Feeling brave, I accepted his next dare for me, which consisted of my
reversing the prior process, and flashing our card playing nudies with my
tumesent dick and balls, on full frontal display, while Erick cried tears of
laughter. In truth, the nude group appeared pretty much unimpressed with my
antics, to the point one of the men actually yawned! But Eric was clearly
getting off on his control over me, and requiring me to perfom what, to him,
were acts of true daring. The whole session proved usefull, as in his next
truth, he revealed his passion for endless jackoff sessions, whenever he had
the Condo to himself, and cavorted arouind the place au' natural!! The mere
vision that conjured up was inspiring, to say the least!!

Afternoon was advancing, and so we began our return treck back up the beach,
slowly traversing the nude section, then the hard bodied teen group, and
finally, the family section, and back to the car. We each glugged down a
bottle of the ice cold water from the ice chest, then boarded the Mustang
for home.

Arriving back at the Condo complex, Eric said he wanted to swim a while
before his mom got home, and it was dinner time. I teased him, as we quietly
stood near the pool area, "Are you sure...I mean..ya could go run around
home naked...and,... jackoff, ya know!!" He blushed yet again, gawd...I
loved that..and said, "Yur bad, ya know that??" and giggled. I chuckled, and
said, "Just kidding you, dude, a swim sounds great, actually!" He started
for his unit to change, then turned, and asked me, "Rob..ya gonna wear the
speedo again??" Looking him up and down, I rolled my eyebrows, and answered,
"Yepper!!" He pinked up some more, then said softly, "Cool...then I will
too!!", and his little bubble butt jogged off. I headed to my place, to
change, then meet him at the pool. I could hardly wait!!

(More to cumm)

Thanks for all the nice comments..and the constuctive criticism, also. Never
actually having been an Air Force pilot, I blew the technicials a bit,
apparently. Hopefully, my descriptions on upcumming "technicals" will be
more closely to the point! Thanks for reading!
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