Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2004 07:32:02 -0800 (PST) From: Backpacker2 Subject: Seashore This story contains graphic sexual information containing Bi-Sexual, Heterosexual concepts, it is not meant for anyone to read not of legal age. I have always loved being near the seashore, when I was very young I was accompanied on these excursions by my parents and siblings. One particular day, upon returning from the ocean full of sand and salt, I found myself alone in the men's shower room. This excited me somewhat because not too long ago I invented what I termed "Getting That Feeling". The waves of passion that occurred during orgasm while touching myself I now recognize as masturbation. I used to love to "Get That Feeling" at least three times a day, usually morning, afternoon and before sleep. And now that I am alone, no one knows I am here, thus I can "Get That Feeling" as many times as I liked and I could be naked in the shower till I turned blue and my skin pruned from over exposure to water. I hung up my bathing suit on the stall hook, and began to let the water flow. It was steamy and wonderful. Just outside each stall was a little wooden stool, I guess to be used by someone older to sit upon and dry his or her feet. Well for me it was going into the shower with me. I sat on the stool lying back against the wall with my legs spread cupping my balls and hardening dick as I was pummeled by hot water. This was better than home because the water never got cold. After about what seemed like an hour I heard someone else enter the building and begin to run water in the stall next to me. I stopped playing with myself, out of fear of being caught. Soon a feeling of excitement came to my mind, I wonder what he looks like naked, is he "Getting The Feeling" like me or just showering? Leaving my water run I peeked around the corner. Nothing, the curtain was closed, "Darn!" I said softly. I stood on my stool and tried to peek over, all I could see was steam rising, filling the stall he was in. "There has to be a way?" The next idea was really clever of me; I walked to the next stall, stepped up into the stall, pulled back the curtain slightly and asked. "Excuse me, may I borrow your soap, mine is all used up?" Well I almost scared the shit out of him, because he didn't hear me coming. He turned to look at me; there between his legs was the longest, thickest cock I had to date ever seen. I immediately wondered what it looked like when it was hard. He was older than me near 18 I guessed. He was mid height, muscular build, sandy blonde hair and soft blue eyes. I mused to myself how I may look like him when I am grown up. "Hey little man, lost your soap huh?" He said to me smiling showing me his gorgeous smile. "No, errrrrr, no sir, I used mine all up!" I managed to get out of my mouth. "Sure you can borrow it, come in and get it I am not leaving this hot water for a little runt like you!" I stepped into the stall with him and reached for his soap, it slipped we both reached for it, slamming our heads together, weakening our stance we both ended up on the floor. In my descent to the tile floor I rubbed against his flaccid thick cock, accidentally. He froze for a second knowing that I touched him, "Did the kid mean to do that? Or, was it an accident?" He mused. Sitting on the floor together I looked at his penis, he obviously had looked at mine. "Hey! For a little kid you have some weapon there!" pointing to my erect cock. I bushed, but felt excited all at the same time. "Thanks mister! I couldn't help but look at yours also, how big is it?" He smiled and chuckled softly. Taking my hand placing it on his soft cock and balls I felt it stir. "About ten inches when it's up and 1-1/2 inches thick, I get no complaints!" I left my hand there, not knowing what was happening, and feeling a little scared at the same time. It hardened in my hand; slowly it grew so long it out grew my grip. It arched up in length, and I felt my grip widen, as it grew thicker as well. "My, my Mister!" Was about all I could say at that time. He reached over and took my little cock in his hand; he leaned over and slipped it into his mouth. He began to mouth my cock, running his tongue up and down its growing length. It felt wonderful, in about 10 seconds I felt it coming on, my toes bent over, my legs trembled I murmured out loud "I'm Getting That Feeling Again!" He smiled and drank all of my little pool of goo. I felt ashamed now and wanted to run home. He held me down in the stall. "Stop! It's OK son! Everyone wants to run away when they feel embarrassed, relax with me I will not hurt you!" "I feel bad Sir, like I did something wrong!" "You did nothing wrong, what happened to you was an orgasm, it is a natural event I can assure you. I see it felt good to you just before it happened, errrr, came in my mouth!" "I love that feeling, I want it every day, all day long I cannot seem to get enough of it!" "I see", he said "Perhaps you would be willing to help me feel that way too?" I looked into his eyes, I could see a softness there, I never saw before, a warmth. I said, "Sure Mister, what do you want me to do?" "Well for one thing stop calling me Mister, call me Todd!" "Secondly put your mouth on the tip and touch it with your tongue like I did to you!" I began to touch his dick all over with my little mouth, my tongue wrapped around the side and underside of his now long thick cock. I liked the feeling, of giving pleasure to another person. I took more of his cock into my mouth; he placed my hand on his soft balls and began to massage his own balls though my hand showing me. With his other hand he stroked my head and neck, lovingly. "MMMMmmmm that's it, your doing great son!" I slipped my mouth off to speak, and he crammed my head back down forcing his cock back into his mouth..."Not now!! Just keep sucking!" I felt like I did something wrong, but before I could think of what it was, I felt my mouth fill up, there was a lot of thick warm, yucky tasting stuff filling my mouth, I tried to pull away, he held me down. His hips bucked, and groaned softly. He said in a soft reassuring voice, "Don't fight it, relax, it's only my cum, let it lay in your mouth a second more, don't try to spit it out, relax with it!" Relax, hell, I was choking to death, my mind said swallow, my body said NO WAY! "Relax son, it will not hurt you, taste it again, is it getting sweeter?" I nodded my head up and down, as some of it dribbled out and down my chin. He said "It's tastes better the more you do it, you can spit now!" I spit out a huge glob of milky white tick fluid, it smelt musky like my Aunt's closet she never opens. I kept spitting till there was no more. "Why is yours milky white and mine is clear?" I asked him "Because your still developing, as you age your cum with get more like mine, right now there isn't much sperm in yours!" "Sperm? What's sperm?" "That's a lesson for another day! Meet me here tomorrow same time OK son?" I nodded yes, and since that day I have never looked back. To Be Continued Possibly by request Backpacker 2 (backpacker1945@yahoo.com) Comments Welcome!