Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2009 15:28:34 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Second Time Around Ch Forty-Six All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. If you are looking for sex on every page, then this is not the story for you. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Dwight Wilson, at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, then why are you here? NOTE: Special thanks to Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Without his support, this story would not be nearly as interesting. Matthew just posted a new short story. Look under adult youth for "Julian and Roman". Chapter Forty-Six: Second Time Around Following the diving trip it seemed that every time David and I turned around, there were the boys. We both enjoyed having them around and watching them have fun, but we wanted some time just to ourselves. When I say 'to ourselves', I also meant not being around the inn and other guests. We gradually took to heading for a beach located just north of us. It was a clothing optional beach where it appeared everyone decided to opt out, including us. I expected the beach to be fairly deserted. My thinking was that most people did not come to Key West to go to the beach. There were plenty of beaches between the city and the mainland. I had also expected that the few people we did find there would be adults, most likely members of the younger crowd since older citizens weren't quite so liberal in their thinking as to frequent a nude beach. All of my thinking on these matters changed within about thirty seconds of arriving. The beach, while not being exactly covered with people elbow to elbow, was surprisingly crowded. Also, surprisingly, there were a lot of kids running around and playing. The kids seemed to be totally oblivious to the fact that they were nude which was partially explained by the absence of any tan lines. They ranged from toddlers, right on up to young adults. I laughed to myself, thinking my boys would be completely at home here. "Rick, we need to find a place high on the beach so we can point the umbrellas back to the east. If you aren't accustomed to the intensity of the sun here, it will do a job on you in a hurry," David advised. I was accustomed to sitting around nude in the sun. The effect of the sun's rays bouncing off the water wasn't anything new to me, either. Looking around, I realized that a lot of the kids weren't just tanned. They were well beyond that stage, closer to Hershey bar brown. I had no desire to go that far. After setting up our umbrella, we spread our blanket out so we would lay just outside the shade provided by the umbrella. The blanket was situated so we could just roll over and be in the shade if we wanted. I opened the sun block and spread a generous portion on David's back and butt. After deliberately squirting some into his crack, I used my middle finger to spread it around. "Careful there," David teased, "someone might get the wrong idea." "The idea wouldn't be wrong if they're thinking the same thing I am. It'd be a shame to get that part of your anatomy burned, the perineum, too. That could wind up being uncomfortable for more than one reason," I answered, smiling. "You are being a dirty old man this morning." "Oohhh, I can turn into a dirty old man almost any time. Try me later." "Promises, promises," David taunted. If only we hadn't been on a public beach. When it was his turn to rub sun block on me, there seemed to be a different set of rules. He was alright rubbing the lotion over my back and the back of my legs. When it came to my butt, he decided he didn't have to follow normal rules. I felt it when he squeezed lotion from the bottle onto each buttock. Rather than use his fingers to rub it in everywhere, he decided to use the edge of his fingernails in the rack. He repeated the use of his fingernails where the buttock flowed into the upper thigh. "Okay, young fella. You're still not too old for me to turn over my knee," I threatened. "Oh, really?" The sarcasm just oozed from his tone. "Why don't you turn over and show me." He knew that all of his teasing had caused me to develop an erection that I had no intention of displaying to the general public. I did manage to turn over just enough to slip my hand and forearm between his arm and chest. The next thing he knew he was on his back and I showed him how well I could apply a claw-hold on his abs. He squealed worse than Mike or Frank. "OHHH GAAHHDD! STOP! I'm sorry . . .I won't do it anymore." People turned to look at us and most of them just laughed. Some looked as though they thought we were nuts. The kids on the beach pointed and had a good laugh at David's thrashing about and pulling at my arm as I locked my fingers into him. "STOP! STOP, PLEASE! I swear, I won't do it anymore," David practically screamed. When I let him go, he curled up into a fetal position and was gasping for air while he fought not to laugh. I didn't feel bad for him; I hadn't clamped down that hard. Besides, if he was going to be part of our family, he had better learn to take it. Having four teenage boys around, you either learned to toughen up and defend yourself, or got out. David lay on his back with an arm behind his head as a pillow. I rubbed some sun screen on his body and didn't hesitate to tease his nipples or run my fingers lightly over his soft skin. He tried to avoid laughing, but he couldn't avoid squirming as goose-bumps popped up on his torso. I didn't tease him to the point of making him form an erection. That would be the point where teasing gave way to unnecessary embarrassment. It felt good to lay there and listen to the sounds around us as a warm ocean breeze caressed our bodies. This was my idea of relaxing. I had never been a big partier or drinker, and was certainly never a bar hopper. My idea of a good time was to be with a few friends, doing something we all enjoyed. At this moment, I was with my best friend, my partner, doing the only thing I cared about, spending some quiet time with him. My thoughts drifted from the moment to my boys, or some things we had done while here, but they were peaceful thoughts. "We can if you want," David said. I pushed myself up and looked at him wondering what he was talking about. "You have a habit of talking to yourself when you're in deep thought," he added. "You even talk in your sleep sometimes. Did you know that?" "I do not, thank you," I answered. "You do, too. You're laying here thinking about the boys. My question to you is, which boys? Back home or here? You know, I could feel a little insulted." I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips and ran my fingers through his hair. As I allowed my eyes to roam his body, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have him next to me. After another quick peck on his chin, he pushed me over on my back and lay his head on my shoulder. "He'll most likely be standing under that same lamp post tonight. You were mumbling once in a while as you dozed off. My guess is that you were getting upset with his parents," David commented in a low voice. "I was; maybe, still am. I'll never understand how any parent could turn their back on their own child. Children can disappoint you sometimes, but that's all part of being a parent; you learn to endure. You don't abandon." I needed to express my feelings. "You know, if you think about how that boy looked the other night, I think you'll realize that he's not starving, his complexion looked pretty good, and he didn't look forlorn. I agree he'd be better off at home, but sometimes crappy things happen. Believe me, I've been there." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back bad memories for you," I told him. "It's okay to bring them back once in a while. It helps me keep the present in perspective. Right now, that perspective, and prospects, look pretty good. Rick, you need to accept that there are a lot of kids around here in that boy's same position. Unfortunately, there's no place for them to go. No safe house for teens who are gay, lesbian, or straight. No one wants to take the risk of being accused of being a pedophile." "Pedophile?" I responded. "Be accused of being a pedophile because you want to try to keep these kids safe? That's a little warped, don't you think?" "I think it's a lot warped. However, that's the way it is." We didn't say any more on the subject. We just lay there with my arm wrapped across his back as we both drifted off for a nap. * * * * When we arrived back at the inn, I wasn't sure if I was still sleepy from the impromptu nap or refreshed but feeling sticky due to the salt air; most likely, a little of both. Lunch was being served and I noticed a couple sitting in the hot tub eating a salad. Another couple sat Indian style on the edge of the pool feeding one another. The two guys by the pool were nude, reminding me this was a clothing optional resort. On the way to our room, David requested two Caribbean salads for us to be consumed in about an hour. An hour? David took my hand and pulled me towards the stairs, and our room. He was almost nude by the time we walked through the door and I wasn't too far behind. Of course, we didn't walk in wearing all that much either. "God, I need to wash all this salt off before lunch," David commented. He turned the water on and grabbed the shampoo. He stepped into what had to be cold water. I waited a couple of minutes and joined him. As soon as I closed the door, he squirted me with bath gel and began rubbing it into my chest. He wasn't fooling anyone. David's giveaway was the mischievous look he always had in his eyes when he was up to something, and he was definitely on the rise; so was I. Pulling him into me for a tight embrace and a little tongue wrestling, I let my hand run up and down his back. Soon, the middle finger of my right hand was exploring the crevice between those two perfectly formed globes I loved to squeeze. Any feelings I had towards being sleepy quickly dissipated and pure horniness and lust took over. At least one of us began to moan, maybe both of us. If I didn't moan, I definitely whimpered when I felt him slide down and engulf my erection with the warmth of his mouth. He was too good and I had to pull him up before he pushed me over the edge. Holding him close, mainly to make him behave, I poured the shampoo over his head and used it to not only clean his hair, but his whole body. Rinsing us off, I skipped the towels and just picked him up, cradling him in my arms. Laying him gently on the bed, I lay over him and buried my face in the side of his neck. The heat he radiated was incredible. Filled with love and animal lust, I bit into his neck, leaving a mark that no one could ignore. He pulled his legs up and wrapped them around my waist. Slowly, he rocked his torso up and down my body. I felt his stiff member rubbing through the soft hairs on my body. Shifting my legs under his buttocks to give him support, I leaned down and kissed, nibbled and licked every square inch of his face, neck and shoulders. He whined and whimpered at the attention as I also tweaked and pulled at his nipples. He was hot, filled with lust; so was I. Our movements became more aggressive, driven by both desire and need. When I placed my lips upon his and began to invade his mouth, he sucked my tongue in. It felt as though he were trying to suck my tongue out by the root. As our tongues danced around, I reached down and played with his left nipple. When I pinched the nipple, he whimpered. When I twisted the nipple he gasped and arched his back, pushing his chest into me. I pulled my head back, looked at him, and smiled. "You are one hot and beautiful young man," I stated as I felt the heat building between us. His response was to pull me back down. Rather than kiss me, he twisted his head and bit into my neck. We would be wearing matching brands for a while. I felt his legs pulling at me; his manhood sliding between our sweat-slick bodies. As he humped against me, his hand reached over to the night stand for lubricant. I felt his hand reach between us and knew he was preparing himself. I tried to move down on him, but he held me in place. I slid my tongue into his ear canal and laughed at his whimpering. I don't think there was a spot on his whole body that wasn't ultra-sensitive when he was turned on. Suddenly he stopped moving. Pushing up with my arms, I waited to see what he wanted. His hand moved between us and I knew he was lining us up for the penetration. His eyes bore into me, unmoving. Two pools of need and want. I felt myself slide over his sensitive opening, he tensed at the touch and I could hear him slowly inhale through clenched teeth. When he was satisfied with our position, his eyes told me not to move as he gripped my shoulders. Suddenly, he thrust his hips upward and jerked back with his legs. With one, quick jerk, I was almost fully buried within him. His back arched as he threw his head back and cried out. "Aaaaaahhhhh," he cried, followed by a deep breath, and then, a whimper. His head remained back, eyes closed as a smile grew over his face. His legs kept me locked into him. Almost immediately, I began to feel his inner muscles caressing my shaft. How did he do that? It didn't matter, it always felt good and he seemed to be enjoying the fact that he could control me that way. I let my head drop until my forehead rested on his chest. After taking a deep breath, I slowly licked the sweat from around his nipples. David enjoyed driving me crazy with the muscle control he had. I enjoyed distracting him by playing with his sensitive nipples. When his laughter told me that I had him sufficiently distracted, I sat back on my heels, careful to hold him in place by keeping a firm grip on his hips. He looked at me and smiled as he did a sit-up and wrapped his arms around my neck, still fully impaled. He continued to smile as he swiveled his butt; a move that quickly earned him a pop on his cute little butt. "What's wrong? Can't handle it?" David teased. Turning, I eased off the side of the bed, still holding David. I leaned over and lay him on the bed. Grasping his wrists, I pinned his arms over his head and held him there. "Now let's see who can handle it," I whispered in his ear. I began with a slow stroking motion. He tried to thrust his hips up to meet my movements, but when I felt him trying to push towards me, I pulled back. It didn't take long for his whimpering to become lust filled. His whimpers turned from satisfaction to pleading. Wanting to satisfy him, I varied the speed and depth of my strokes. His moans gradually became louder and louder. When I felt his legs slipping down, I reached back and hooked my arms behind his knees and held him. In this position, he was almost doubled over; his hard member constantly rubbing between our bodies. "Oooohhhhh . . . .oooooohhhhh . . . .yeah . .yeah . . .ooohhh, goooood . . . .soooo niiice . . . .aaahhhhh . . . mmmmmppphhh . . . uunnhh . .uunnhh . .uunnhh . . .OOOHHHH FUCK ME!! . . .YEAH! . .YEAH! . .AAAAHHHHH . .AAAAAAAAAHHHH," he shouted loud enough for them to hear him in Miami! Even with his legs pinned against his body he pushed his hips to meet my thrusts. Both of us sweating profusely, he pushed for more and more. I no longer tried to vary the speed and force of my penetrations, but pounded his butt to the point that it almost hurt me. He cried out, louder and louder, until he finally erupted. His climax was so hard that his cum spewed out over his head on the first two ejaculations. After the first two ejaculations, his honey began to coat his face and chest. All through his orgasm, his hips continued to push against me. When I released his legs, he clamped them around my chest and humped me like a jack rabbit. He pushed me over the edge and when I began to fill him, he squeezed down, trying to drain more from my aching genitals. I collapsed on top of him and he held me as we both tried to catch our breaths. Suddenly, we heard people calling out. Plus, it sounded like applause. "Yeah! Go for it!" one voice called out. "Way ta go!! Hot, man!" "OOOOOOO!! Great action!!" "Way ta go, Rick!" I recognized that as Keith's voice. David and I looked towards the balcony and realized we had left the door standing wide open. I knew that David had gotten loud, and evidently, we had put on the entertainment for our fellow guests. Startled, at first, David and I looked at one another and just began to laugh. When David and I separated, he got up and stepped out onto the balcony. He came back laughing even harder. "C'mon. We need ta get cleaned up. You should see what's out in the courtyard; besides our lunch," David told me. David grabbed my hand and pulled me into the shower. When the cold water hit my body, I definitely recovered from the exertions. We quickly soaped one another up and then rinsed, making sure that David was good and clean 'down there'. Stepping out of the shower, he pulled me towards the balcony before I could even grab a towel. "Hey, I'm still dripping," I complained. He laughed and pulled me on out and then pointed down to the courtyard. I don't think there was anyone down there wearing clothes. Keith and Donnie were even running around nude. David turned to me and laughed. We went back inside and grabbed our hairbrushes. He hardly gave me time to brush my hair before he pulled me out of the room and down the stairs. We walked into the courtyard to a standing ovation. * * * * The afternoon at the inn was one of the best of our entire trip; it was the closest thing to being home that I had experienced. At home, I would sit around the pool, soaking up the rays, totally nude. At the inn, we sat around the courtyard and pool area, soaking up the rays, totally nude. I was accustomed to being nude at home and having the boys, or David, or even one or two of their friends, around and thinking nothing of it. At the inn, I was having a little more difficulty due to the number of strangers. Of course, if I could be nude at the beach around strangers and not feel ill at ease, what was it about the inn that caused me to have some reservations? I chose to worry about it later. David and I received quite a bit of kidding for a few minutes after joining the others. Blushing four shades of crimson, we made our way to the table for lunch. Keith and Donnie served us in the nude and with sound effects that left little to the imagination. When Raymond said something to them I quickly jumped in and told him it was okay, particularly since it was true. David and I did make a little noise and apologized for disturbing everyone. The apology set off another round of teasing. "A little bit of noise?" Keith asked. "Man! I wish I could've recorded all that. Bet I could make a mint at school lettin' guys listen; pecially in the boys' room." "Keith!" Raymond admonished his son. "Da-ad, I was only kiddin'. Honest!" Keith grinned. "Well . . . kinda." His mischievous grin never faded. There were eight of us, plus the two boys and Raymond, lounging around the courtyard. I don't know if it was traditional or just happened, but everyone had decided to opt out of their clothes. Like everyone else, I did my share of scanning and observing. Knowing I was probably the oldest person there, except possibly for Raymond, who did keep his clothes on for a little while, my observations told me that I had nothing to be ashamed of. They had some pretty good looking bodies, but so did I. My conclusion was that they should hope to have a body like mine when they reached my age. David and I sat around the pool shooting the breeze with a few of the guests. It was the usual banter about where everyone was from and how nice it was at the B n' B. Two of the couples told how they met, how long they had been together, and related a funny incident or two. It was interesting how each seemed to want to tell about how their families had reacted when they learned about the boy held on a pedestal being gay. There was also talk about future hopes and dreams. As expected, the focus came around to David and me. There was no way that I was going to tell anyone the truth about how David and I met. The information was too personal, and potentially too embarrassing for either of us. Evidently, David had the same thoughts as me because he began with how slow I was to ask him to be part of our family. He had no trouble telling some brief stories about things that happened between us, and even included the boys in his stories. The others seemed a little surprised to learn that I had two sons, was guardian for the boyfriend of one of my sons, and played substitute dad for my nephew. It didn't bother me a bit to let every one have a laugh at my expense. During David's little narrative, Raymond joined us. I noticed then that he had decided to opt out of his clothes and at some point someone had turned on the stereo system. It made for a nice atmosphere with the music coming from speakers hidden in artificial rocks set in the planting beds. While the adults socialized, the two teens were just being teens. There is no way that a teenage boy is going to just sit around and listen to a bunch of old fogeys, already having reached at least the ripe old age of twenty-five or more. The boys horsed around playing grab-ass and throwing one another in the pool. Periodically, we looked over to see what they were doing and even managed to spot them grabbing for one another's boyhood. Raymond started to say something and we let him know that boys being boys didn't bother any of us. While David was telling the other guests a story about Michael and his swinging pendulum trick, I suddenly felt something very cold hit a sensitive part in my lap. It was moisture from a freshly opened bottle of Corona. Out of the corner of my eye I knew someone was standing next to me. When I turned my head I looked directly at normally hidden boy parts at eye level; David saw the same. The boy parts in my face belonged to Keith, David saw Donnie's. I accepted the cold bottle and quickly stuck it where I knew it would get an immediate, and excited, reaction. The next laugh was at the boys' expense. "Uuuunnnnngggghhhhh." A muted tone that sounded very much like a teenager. "Mmmmmmmm." A whimper. Having gotten away with one silly stunt, the boys, like most teens, didn't know when to quit. Raymond wanted to say something to them but I asked him to give them time to hang themselves. I was well acquainted with how to handle teenage boys without putting them in a position of disciplinary embarrassment. Since they had gotten away with their stunt against David and me, we were their primary targets. Each sound, each little tease, was followed by the unmistakable sound of teenage giggles. We were patient and allowed the boys to keep digging themselves in deeper and deeper. Finally, I motioned to David and lipped 'Donnie' to him. Keith was mine. When the boys walked behind us with another set of sound effects, David and I stood. We quietly walked behind the boys. When they turned and saw us, things quickly changed. They began backing up as we closed in. "No, guys. Wait," Keith stuttered as he turned around to see where he was backing himself. "We didn't mean nothin', honest. We was just funnin' ya." "Yeah," Donnie added, trying to be supportive. "We was just havin' some fun." "We understand," I responded. "You were just having a little laugh. Want to take a guess whose turn it is now?" The boys continued to back away, holding their hands up to us as some kind of defense, or maybe it was more of a pleading gesture. What they didn't realize was that we were deliberately measuring our pace, giving them just enough room to take off as we maneuvered them towards the side yard. David had pointed towards the side yard when we stood up and I looked over and immediately understood what he had in mind. The yard had a gate that opened from the inside only. This kept unwanted visitors from intruding on the private clothing optional space. Gradually, the boys were reaching panic mode; just what we wanted so they would react, rather than act. When they bolted and headed in the wrong direction, Raymond jumped up and smiled at them. "Going somewhere?" Raymond asked with a smile that might have made me want to run. When another guest jumped up behind Raymond, the boys went over the edge. "Ohhhh, crap! Run, Donnie!" Keith hollered, pushing Donnie towards the gate. The boys pulled the gate open and spun three hundred and sixty degrees getting out. They ran so fast they didn't realize they had just run out onto the sidewalk. The shocked look on their faces was priceless. They quickly turned to run back in; too late. "Have fun," David teased with a smile as he closed the door. "NO! You can't do this. We're naked out here," Keith hollered. Keith's announcement was loud enough for several people to hear. They quickly developed an audience offering wolf whistles and honking horns. "Look at them boys," a youthful sounding voice called out. "They're naked." "No! No! Dad!" Keith's pleading tone was quickly moving towards panic. "Please, don't let 'em do this to us. Dad! Rick! We're sorry." We wanted to open the gate and let the boys back in, but we didn't. We were all laughing too hard. We didn't let them stay out for more than a couple of minutes. I'm sure it felt more like a couple of hours to the boys. The wolf whistles and cat calls didn't stop, but became worse. When the boys started sounding as though they were getting too panicky, we opened the gate. They ran inside and we really felt bad for them. We didn't feel bad for what we had done, but who could ever not feel bad for two seriously wounded pups, who had just had the harrowing experience of their young lives, and were on the verge of breaking into tears. "That wasn't funny!" Keith declared with Donnie nodding his support. "Of course it was," Raymond responded. "At least, to us it was." "Guys, remember one thing," I advised. "Don't hand it out if you cant' take it." The two boys looked at us for a minute and then Donnie broke in wild laughter, pointing at Keith. "Dad! Dad! Please!" Donnie mocked as he laughed. "Sounded to us like you had some admirers out there," one of the guests commented. "Yeah, I shoulda given 'em the Sweet Jesus butt wiggle," Keith answered as he broke into laughter. We escorted the boys over to a pair of lounge chairs so they could sit and recoup from their life changing experience. Raymond felt so bad for them that he pulled out two glasses and split a beer for the boys. "If we do it again, can we get the other half?" Donnie asked as he broke into another fit of laughter. Life was good. End Ch 46 To Be Continued Comments welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com