Date: Thu, 05 Jul 2001 12:59:22 -0400
From: razmataz76@hotmail.com
Subject: Holiday at the Beach

Last summer after a particularly busy spring, I decided to take a solo
Holiday to our family's beach house on the New England coast. It was
unusual for the beach house to be unoccupied in "high" season, but for some
reason everyone else was busy and I found myself alone. Not that I was
upset with my situation. I figured that I could have some quiet beach time
and some good "think-time." I arrived late on a Friday night and after
eating the cold pizza I brought along, I fell into bed and slept soundly
until about 9:30 the next morning.

I threw on some jogging shorts and opened the curtains, taking my first
look at the Atlantic Ocean this year. How beautiful this scene was.every
time I looked out on this sight I was always glad my parents bought this
place and that we had kept it in good shape. I too was in good shape, but
standing here inside, looking at the ocean would do nothing to keep my
athletic body from getting pudgy. So I walked out on the deck and down to
the beach for my morning run.

The weather was perfect.a slight ocean breeze, temperature not too hot but
warm enough to know it was summer. As I jogged past the next property I
noticed two little girls already on the beach, digging and crafting a sand
castle. Behind them and further down the beach was a handsome looking teen
who watched me run, and smiled as I passed him. I smiled back and took note
that he was 16 years old more or less. It wasn't clear if he was with the
girls or not, but I figured that they were his younger siblings and that he
had "guard duty" to keep a watch over them. Something that he clearly was
none too happy with. I figured that these kids were part of another family
who was renting the Bradbury house, which was situated only a hundred yards
to the left of our place. I thought no more of the kids and kept running
doing my usual 3 miles.

As I returned I noted that the girls were playing in the waves, and that
the teen was closer to them and probably doing what his folks had sent him
out to do. Keep the girls from harm. I smiled again as I passed him, this
time closer than before. He had taken off his shirt and I could see the
beginnings of some nice muscle definition.  His hair was brown with the
typical blond highlights that all high school kids were sporting these
days. The waistband of his trunks was pushed below his navel and I could
see a nice beginning of a "treasure trail." But I had to stop thinking
about this.I'm 25 and this kid was 16 or maybe 17. It is definitely not my
style to be with minors. Society was tough enough on gays, let alone gays
who cavort with underage boys.

When I got back to our property I dashed toward the ocean and let the
cold-water rush over my sweaty body. I swam beyond the breakers and floated
for a bit. I could feel the sun starting to beat down and knew that this
would be a great day to be at the beach.  Paddling back into shore, I noted
that the neighbor boy had worked his way down the beach and was only about
20 yards from where I pulled myself out of the water. As I looked over at
him he tried to be nonchalant about looking at me. It isn't unusual for me
to get people staring at my body when I'm shirtless. I have taken great
pains and made great efforts to build up my muscles and to tone out my
body. I am not an ego driven individual but I like to look my best.

The boy started to look down and pretended to look for shells. Not an easy
thing to find on this beach. For some reason the shells don't seem to make
it to shore here, and when they do, they are usually in pieces. I called
out to him and asked if he was finding any shells. He said no, and stood
and looked at me. So I decided to walk over and introduce myself. I told
him my name was Ryan, and he said that his name is Braydon. I asked him how
long his family was staying and he told me two weeks. We talked a little
about the beach and how he liked being here, but didn't like having to look
after his two stepsisters.  As we talked he kept looking at my abs and
pecs. And finally he asked me if I worked out. I laughed and said, "No I
was born this way!" Then I felt bad for making such a dumb joke and I
apologized. He said it was ok and that he was trying to work out too. He
asked me if I ran on the beach everyday and I said yes, and that actually I
ran the beach in the morning and the evening.

Braydon asked if he could come over in the evening to run with me, since he
was unfamiliar with the beach and thought it would be good to run with a
buddy.  "Buddy" this kid already was calling me a "buddy." Maybe that meant
something, maybe not. But things like this don't go unnoticed by me. I told
him that it was all right with me if his parents approved. He suggested
that I stop over in the afternoon and meet his parents.  What a good idea I
thought. It was always interesting to meet the different folks who rented
out the Bradbury place. Besides I was a writer and there was always a
possibility for a story.

That afternoon I met Rich and Joy Mason and their two daughters Megan 7 and
Sarah 4.  And of course Braydon introduced me to the whole clan. He seemed
to be very happy that I came over and was going on about how I was going to
run with him and show him ways to build up his muscles. I noted that his
dad was a very skinny guy and looked like he was not into physical things.
Turned out that Rich was a network administrator at a college and didn't
get outdoors or to a gym much. He was more than happy for me to work with
Braydon. Even at this point I wasn't thinking of anything other that being
a good neighbor and doing something to help Braydon work on his physique.
Braydon however had other plans for us.

The sun was beginning it's decent when I heard footsteps on our deck and a
slight knock at the screen door. I had almost forgotten what time it was
because I was reading the latest Grisham novel. When I looked up I saw
Braydon standing at the door and he was looking thru the screen. I invited
him in, but he said that we ought to get the run in first and afterwards he
would visit for a while. Odd, I thought? That he said that he would stay
after our run for a visit. But I shrugged it off and joined Braydon on the
deck and then on the sand for our first run together.

We didn't talk much during the run and let the sound of the waves help us
with our pace.  Returning to my property we slowed the pace a bit and tried
to cool down.  Both Braydon and I were pretty sweaty and I suggested we
cool off in the water. He didn't say a word but ran into the waves and I
followed close behind. Once in the water we took turns going under and
popping up behind the other. We were having fun and before I knew it I
started to get some familiar feelings for this kid. Damn it! I knew that I
shouldn't but he was so damned cute and had a good body. Then he darted
under the water and the next thing I knew it was tugging at my trunks. I
pulled away and he popped up for air and I decided that we couldn't do
this. Or maybe I wasn't thinking right. Maybe he wasn't making a pass at me
after all. Anyways I was uncomfortable with him in the water and both of us
in plain sight of anyone who passed by.

I suggested that we get out of the water and dry off and have a cola. He
accepted and we walked back to my house. Inside we were dripping onto the
floor and I got him a towel to dry off. I went to the kitchen to fetch the
colas and when I returned I almost dropped them when I saw Braydon standing
naked in the living area toweling off. I cleared my throat to let him know
I was back in the room. I thought he would grab the towel and cover
himself, but he did no such thing. He just continued to dry off and
proceeded to give me a show if I cared to look. And look I did! This kid
was sporting a semi erection that was about 5.5 inches, cut. And his balls,
while still close to his body from the cool water, were nice sized. He had
very little pubic hair, and at first I couldn't figure out why.  But as he
dried off, it was obvious that he trimmed it.

Keeping my eyes averted, I placed the colas on the side table and asked him
what he was going to wear now that he was dry. After all his trunks were
wet and lying on the floor.  He just wrapped the towel around his waist and
said that would do. Indeed it would I thought. Then he asked me if I wasn't
going to dry off. I said that I would and I started for the bedroom. He
stopped me and asked why I didn't dry off right there.  He reminded me that
we were both guys and that he didn't really think I was that inhibited to
be naked in front of him. I told him that I wasn't used to being naked in
front of 17 year-olds. (I said 17 year-olds to give him the benefit of the
doubt.) Braydon starting laughing and laughed so hard he choked on his
cola. I didn't think what I said was that funny, so I asked him why he was
laughing so hard. When he stopped enough to catch his breath, he said the
reason he laughed was that he wasn't 17. Ok I said.16 then. He looked at me
and laughed again. 15 I said? Finally he looked at me and said Ryan I'm 14.
14!!!!! Oh my god this kid was only 14! I told him he must be lying, but
Braydon assured me that he was 14.

When I heard this I almost covered my eyes so I wouldn't be considered a
pedophile. I had never had sexual contact with a boy that young ever!! Not
even when I was 14. Now that I had seen this very developed young man, and
have been told he was 14, I was so confused. I told Braydon that I was very
uncomfortable with him being 14 and being naked in my house. He said he
didn't understand why. And I said I just am!  Then this kid of 14 said
something that shocked me. He told me that he was gay. And not only was he
gay but he could sense that I was too. Then he went on to tell me that the
minute he saw me look at him on the beach, he knew I was gay and that he
wanted to be with me. I kept shaking my head as he talked, but Braydon said
YES! Here was a 14 year old who was now becoming my tempter. I have always
been a sucker for young looking guys, but never have I been with any guy
under 18.  Braydon smiled at me and opened the towel. My mouth hung open as
I saw his manhood at full erection, which was almost 7 inches. He stood up
and his dick was angled a bit away from his body. His ball sac was loose
now and his man-sized balls hung down and looked to be bigger than
mine. His hand gently played with his balls and occasionally stroked his
hard penis. I gulped as I felt my own penis racing to attention and
straining against my tight shorts. Braydon told me that he wanted for me to
see him and he turned around so I got a view of his smooth boy butt. As he
faced away from me, his hands reached around to his butt and he spread his
cheeks slightly so I could see his crack. God this kid was awesome. I
wanted him in the worst way, but I was so torn with emotion and guilt.

I told him that I needed to ask some questions, and proceeded to ask him
what his experiences were. He told me that he and his friend Jared, who is
16, had been having sex for two years. He also told me that he had been
with older guys before, but he wouldn't say with whom. Well it didn't
matter because I wouldn't have known who they were. But all told, he said
he'd been with about 7 guys. Four around his age, and three older guys.
The oldest guy he had been with was 28! As I was mulling this over Braydon
came over to me and took my hand and put in on his hard dick.

That's all I needed to push me over the top. I stood up and took Braydon
into the bedroom. I dropped my shorts and let my raging hardon out. Braydon
looked with anticipation at my eight-inch cut erection. Before I could kick
off my shorts, Braydon caught me off balance and pushed me onto the bed and
dropped to his knees and took the head of my dick into his mouth. Talk
about not wasting time, this kid was down on me like flies on manure. His
mouth was open wide as he deep throated almost the entire length. I was
already moaning and producing precum. Braydon licked off the precum and
told me that he loved the taste. I was enjoying his oral attention, but I
wanted to work on his 7-inch beauty, so I reached for it and starting to
pump this very smooth boy cock.

He was moaning and I took him by the hips and placed him on the bed. I
rolled over and took his dick into my mouth. What an awesome feeling. A
nice smooth young dick sliding deep into my throat. But Braydon couldn't be
satisfied with me being in charge.  This 14 y/o wanted to do it his
way. And he wrestled free of me, and began to lick my balls and before I
knew it, had my butt spread, rimming me. Damn if this kid wasn't
experienced in things I didn't even know about at his age. His tongue
darted in and out of my tight hole, and he was doing as good a job on me as
I ever felt. He stopped the rim job and went back to sucking me off. I told
him that I couldn't last much longer, but he was un-phased. So I just
decided to enjoy the unexpected pleasure from this handsome 14 year old and
I laid back and let his mouth work it's magic. I told him a few seconds
before my climax that I was going to shoot. Braydon braced himself and
sucked wildly faster; with that I exploded into this kid's mouth. Wave
after wave of cum pulsed from my dick and he took every drop. This kid gave
me as professional a blowjob as I ever had.

When I was finished with my spurt, he stopped and let my dick fall from his
mouth. He leaned forward and placed his body on top of mine and he kissed
me full on the mouth.  Another shock! He slid his cum coated tongue into my
mouth, and I tasted my own cum.  What wouldn't this kid do next?

Why did I even wonder that? Because within two minutes he had my legs on
"his" shoulders and "his" dick was sliding in and out of "my" tight
butt. Was I dreaming! Was I insane? What the hell was going on? Here was a
14-year-old kid that I had only met less than 12 hours before with his
7-inch dick inside me, and riding me like he was my master. My hips bounced
with his every thrust. This kid had fucked guys before and like his oral
talents he was damn good at it. I was moaning and he was moaning and he
rode me for another 5 minutes. Finally he looked me in the eye and told me
to get ready.  Ready for what? Boy, would I soon find out. Just as he was
fucking me as fast as his body would go, he reached up and squeezed my
balls. With the second squeeze, he let out a yelp to wake the dead and
began convulsing and shooting his orgasm up my tight hole.  He was yelping
and carrying on so, and squeezing my balls, that I shot off a second load
within 10 minutes of the first. Something that I don't normally do. My
orgasm was pulsating from my dick and landed on my abs, as his was spewing
deep in my bowels.

I looked up to see the intense look on Braydon's face as he shot the last
jets of semen inside my butt. He was sweating profusely and his brow was
furrowed. This fellow had worked as hard as anyone I ever met to bring me
pleasure. As he finished he collapsed on me and we kissed again. This time
he laid still and I could feel his sweaty body against mine. The sounds of
his hard breathing and the waves on the beach were the only sounds in the
now darken room. Braydon asked me if he did a good job. Before I could
answer his lips pressed against mine and I felt his tongue exploring my
mouth. But I decided I wanted the final say in the matter. So I turned this
young fellow's sweaty body over and moved my head between his legs.

My mouth found his limp penis and I licked my spunk from the shaft. As I
cleaned him off with my tongue the blood was pumping into it chambers, and
his dick was once again erect. He was already moaning when I took his whole
dick into my mouth. And I was determined to take this boy off and let him
see stars. I sucked and licked and fingered his tight pink butt hole. My
tongue felt it's way back to that tight spot and I tongue fucked him until
he could hardly take another minute of it. Then I targeted his dick again
with my waiting mouth. This time I wouldn't release it until he shot his
load into my warm wet oral cavity. He would moan and moan and grab my head
and hold it there as his orgasm surged thru his 14 year old body. Braydon
Alan Mason had just made passionate love to me, and I now returned the
favor. Over the next two weeks we traded quite a few more favors. But those
will have to be other stories.


Let me know what you thought of my first attempt at writing.