Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:35:01 -0800 (PST) From: adm2780 Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Forty-Seven 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-Seven: Second Time Around Having done the tourist thing for the first few days, David and I settled into a pattern of doing a great deal of nothing. We had no plans or time schedules to worry about and proceeded to do what we wanted as the mood struck us. Of course, we didn't really just sit around and do absolutely nothing. Time was spent at the inn, lounging around the courtyard and visiting with other guests. It was always interesting how several of us would gather in the courtyard for breakfast, dressed as though we were going somewhere. After breakfast, the coffee pot followed us to a table surrounded by lounge chairs. As the coffee pot emptied, the clothes managed to come off. It didn't take long for all of us to be lying about nude, soaking up the warm sun before it became too hot. Not all mornings were spent lounging around the courtyard. David and I, occasionally joined by other guests, would head to the beach, the clothing optional beach. I was accustomed to going nude at home and having younger people around me. The first trip to the beach I was a little reluctant, primarily because of all the strangers, but quickly adjusted. One couple that accompanied us to the beach reminded me of my own reluctance, which I found entertaining. Jerry and Harry were from Charlotte, North Carolina. Both men were in their twenties, hardly more than college kids, and teachers. As teachers, they had the summers off and always spent at least six weeks in Key West. That's when I learned that the inn wasn't just a B 'n B, but had studios that could be rented for long-term stays. Jerry, who appeared to be the younger of the two, stood next to the area we staked out on the beach and looked around before removing his shorts. "What's wrong, Jerry?" I asked. "You don't ever seem to have a problem being nude at the inn." "Yeah, but out here it's different," he explained. "I always manage to get nervous with a lot of strangers around." "What he's trying to tell you," Harry interjected, "is that when he gets nervous, he gets an erection. My guess is that he has one now and doesn't want to show it off to everyone." Jerry blushed while giving Harry the evil look. Between the blushing and the evil look, which was anything but intimidating, the rest of us laughed. "Why don't you just drop 'em and lay on your stomach for few minutes?" I asked. 'That helps me to lose an erection if I need to. And it has happened to me out here, too." "Yeah, but Harry and I are accustomed to being nude at the inn, at home, and with a lot of our friends, and I don't have any issues. I don't know why, but here it just happens." "Well, don't look now," David joined the conversation, "but I think I can see at least three other guys walking on the beach who are at least at half staff. Stop thinking about it and walk around and let nature take its course." "That's his problem," Harry said, laughing, "if nature takes its course with Jerry, who's always ready for a roll in the sack, the show might get interesting and there's kids around." "Harry! Cool it. You make me sound like a perv or something!" "Don't look now, my love, but we are 'something'. Most people would consider us to be exhibitionists; gay exhibitionists, to boot. Just do me a favor and don't turn into a flamer." While the younger people tried to figure out why Jerry always got aroused on a public beach, I lost my clothes and lay down on my stomach. I felt David's gentle touch as he rubbed sun block on my back, from head to toe, and ignored everyone. He always did more than just rub sun block into my skin. His fingers massaged my muscles, causing me to relax. Before David finished coating me, I slipped off into a blissful remembrance, blocking out everything going on around me. The next thing I was aware of was a sharp stinging sensation on the right side of my butt where someone had popped me. "Hey! That stung," I exclaimed as I rolled about half over to see what was going on. When I turned to my side, David was looking at me with the strangest grin. I noticed he looked down a moment and then started to laugh. I was groggy and didn't quite understand what was so funny. David put a hand on my hip-bone and pushed me onto my back. "Those were some interesting moans you were making, and now I understand why," David said, laughing. The other two started laughing, too. Suddenly, I realized that I had a full erection! I quickly pulled myself to a sitting position. "Wow!" Jerry exclaimed. "David, you gotta handle all that? Congratulations man!!" "Excuse me?" I said. The three of them sat there on their knees, having a good laugh at my expense. There wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. I did have a major erection and had displayed it to the world. I decided quickly to try and be a good sport about it all. "Well, he handles it quite nicely," I offered and then turned red at my own comment. There was no way I was going to do anything to make my position worse. I joined in the laughter and at least it had the benefit of helping me lose my erection. "Those must have been some interesting thoughts." Harry fished for details that I wasn't about to share. David looked at me with a knowing grin. I had been thinking about the previous evening when we retired a little earlier than normal. David decided he wanted to go a little kinky and managed to talk me into it. Actually, I had felt a little trapped when he asked if I trusted him. There was no way that I could say no. In the end I found out he was right. Sometimes, kinky can be a lot of fun. When we retired to our room, the first order of business was a warm, luxurious bath. We knew sex was on the agenda, and lots of it. We both made sure that we were properly cleaned. David had placed a bottle of wine on ice and let it chill while we bathed. After our bath we stretched out on a lounger on our balcony. It was positioned for privacy, but the night air felt good and we could hear the people below us. Halfway through the first glass of wine, the making out and heavy petting began. Halfway through the second glass, we forgot the wine and headed inside; both of us sporting full erections. David had me lay on the bed and then, to my surprise and with some reservations, he proceeded to spread eagle me and secure my limbs to the bed. There was no way I would have let anyone else do that to me. When he felt that I was fully secured, he climbed up on the bed and straddled my stomach. Actually, he was on his knees and when he rocked back and forth, I could feel his scrotum brush lightly over my skin. He moved around so that he wound up brushing his scrotum over my stomach, my nipples, my nose, and my very hard and aching manhood. When he finished dusting me off with his balls, he turned around and started tonguing the area behind my knees and the inside of my thighs. I tried squirming, but there was little give in the way he had me secured. I moaned and took in sharp breaths. The young tease even rocked so the crack of those beautiful buns came close to my mouth. He kept just far enough away so that I couldn't tongue him, only smell his essence; it was like an aphrodisiac. He laid his face against the side of my pole and rubbed upwards. His stubble rubbing over my sensitive rod made me cry out. I gasped for air as David sucked a testicle into his warm mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. Sweat rolled off my body. My thoughts on bondage had always been negative. There was no way I could reconcile the infliction of pain with pleasure. As I lay there I remembered Michael wanting to be tied up and used; I had forbidden it. David was teaching me that, sometimes, bondage without pain, but pleasure, and the desire for absolute fulfillment, can be tortuous; deliciously tortuous. Time no longer existed. When he touched my genitals, I pushed my pelvis into him however I could, seeking relief. He laughed and backed away. His favorite torture seemed to be to assume front rest position over my body. He would lean down to kiss me and rotate his hips over my pelvis, barely touching me. Sometimes, he did push-ups, rubbing his firm body over my sweat-slick torso. More than once he would slide down so the tip of my shaft touched his most intimate part; then he did a push-up, pulling away. I had chosen to spend my life with a most deliciously evil young man. Somewhere along the way he had released the bonds holding my ankles. I didn't realize it until he lay on me and I felt his manhood pressing between my legs. Instinctively, I opened my legs then pulled them back, wrapping them around his waist. Locking my ankles in the small of his back, I pushed him down and forward, urging him to enter me. Another push up and I felt my body rise off the bed. He looked down at me and grinned; a grin filled with both caring and lust. "Go ahead and laugh. Next time we trade places," I told him, grinning back. "Promise?" he teased. "Take me," I whispered. And he did. * * * * The only people that stay at the beach in the middle of the day, in the middle of the summer, in Key West, are kids and tourists who would quickly learn better. Personally, I had determined long before coming to Key West, that there are certain parts of my body that need only limited exposure to the ultra violet rays. It was also easier to control the intensity of the exposure when I was home. We returned to the inn about a half hour before lunch was to be served. David and I decided we would take a quick shower and go for a walk, stopping to have lunch at one of the open cafes. People watching had become one of our favorite past-times. Our walk was almost too slow to be called a real walk; it was more of a leisurely stroll. It was a time where we could hide in the middle of the crowd. "Do you realize that when we walk around here now that we almost always cross over to the shady side of the street?" David commented more than asked. "I think it's called protecting our youthful complexions," I joked, and then continued. "I don't know what it is, but when I walk around here it's like being in a different world. Everything, not just the people, but the way the stores are stocked, merchandise displayed, how clerk's stand in the doorway and greet us as we walk by, it's all so totally laid back. I could almost get used to this." We walked along admiring a number of the houses, even some that had been converted for commercial use. Almost every house was adorned with gingerbread. Some were in better shape than others. Some looked as though they were held together with layer upon layer of paint. I stopped and looked at a house across the street. It was situated on the corner and had a porch across the front that wrapped around the side facing the cross street. The position of the doors told me it had been converted into an inn or apartments. The four electric meters on the back corner said it was apartments. The house was constructed above grade, as most old houses were to protect them from the floods brought on by hurricanes. There were clearly two floors for living quarters. The steeply pitched roof and gable window said there was probably room for a small apartment in the attic area. What really caught my attention on the roof was the widow's walk. I moved over a few steps and looked up and down the cross street. It was easy to see that someone standing on the widow's walk could see out to sea. In my mind I saw a wife and children standing up there, looking out to sea, wondering if their loved one would return safe. The question I had to ask myself was simple. I wondered what it would take to restore that house to its former beauty. "Are we going to spend our time daydreaming about that house, or get some lunch?" "I don't know," I instinctively answered. "How much do you think a house like that would cost?" "Well, let's see. We're talking about a small island that's growing by leaps and bounds population wise. Most of the new construction is to replace older buildings that have been demolished or where they have filled in part of the salt marsh. Then we factor in the number of people who would like to live here, particularly the well-to-do northerners. I'd say that pretty much prices that house waaaay up there." "Smart-ass. The only thing that really bothers me is that you're probably right," I responded. "Let's get some lunch." We found a table in the shade with enough exposure for us to be able to enjoy the breeze coming off the gulf. It was also situated where we could people watch. There had to be a ship in port, based on the number of tourists we saw scurrying about, which made for good people watching. Everyone wanted to do three days worth of sight-seeing in the four or five hours they would be in the city. The hawkers were in their element selling souvenirs from Key West, mostly made in China. David ordered us Pina Coladas, light on the rum. His idea was to have something with a slight taste of alcohol, but at the same time be cool and refreshing. It had been a while, and it tasted good. While sipping on our drinks, I noticed a group of young people forming near the corner, across the street. I had to look two or three times and suddenly realized why I thought one of them looked familiar. He was the same boy that was standing under the streetlight the night we went to the Bourbon Street Pub. "Yes, it's him," David commented. "He's also doing what you think and don't like." "What?" I asked naively, stupidly. I knew. "He's hustling," David said very calmly. "He's offering to have sex with anyone that'll pay 'im. That's how these young kids get by. Nobody's going to hire them. At least, not hire them and pay enough for them to eat. A lot of these kids shack together. You'll find three, four, five, sometimes more, sharing a one-bedroom apartment. It's a place for them to be safe and get some sleep; maybe a shower or clean clothes." I saw the look on David's face and understood why he gave me the detailed, ugly answer. Bad memories had come to the surface. He described the way he had to live before John rescued him. Understanding more of what he had gone through and seeing that boy, my blood pressure rose. A car stopped, a bus passed blocking my view. When the bus was gone, so was the car, so was the boy. Suddenly, I wasn't that hungry anymore. "Hey, don't let it get you into a funk." David tried to be consoling. "There's nothing you can do. The boys try to look out for one another and most of the time the johns won't hurt them." "I know, but there's always that one time when some sicko will hurt them." "Rick, the other night you did something real good for that kid. You didn't just give him money to stay off the street that night. When you did that, you let him know that someone cared what happened to him. To these kids, that means a lot, a whole lot." "I want to ask you something. When we first got here, Raymond asked if you were back to fulfill your dream. Can I ask what that dream was, or is?" "Same thing you were thinking about when you were looking at that house while ago. The same thing you were thinking about when you realized that boy probably got in that car and why. But that's not my dream anymore. My dream is to go back home. Home . . . that has a nice sound to me. All I want right now is for us to be together and have a nice home for us and the boys." There was an almost dreamy look in his eyes and the tone of his voice as he said 'home'. I understood what he was saying; David valued family. I also knew that one didn't let go of their dreams that easily. The dream was still there, in the back of his mind, but still there. Watching these kids, and knowing his background, I understood. Still, I couldn't help feeling bad, thinking how I would feel if that was one of my boys. I would never let it happen. * * * * "Rick. David," Raymond called out to us as we entered the courtyard. We turned and walked towards the office. Raymond met us in the doorway and handed me a note. "Hey, Mr. Rick." I was surprised to see Jay. "Hey, Jay. What's up, young fella?" "Me and Ali's waitin' on Keith and Donnie. We're goin' ta play some soccer," Jay answered. "I was divin' and Keith 'n Donnie was there with Ali. You had'n been back ta watch us dive no more and I been doin' like ya said. I had'n wiggled my butt at nobody since you said not to." There was subdued laughter to the side. A couple of the guests had overheard Jay. I looked at Jay and saw that his hair was still wet. He wasn't wearing the shorts that were split up the side that made him look so sexy, almost too sexy when certain types of people were around. He was barefoot with sneakers tied together by their strings slung over his shoulder. His shirt was rolled up and tucked inside his waistband in the small of his back. Heaven forbid this boy should have to wear one more stitch than absolutely necessary. He looked stunning. "Well, you see, we're here on vacation and have been trying to take in some of the sites, like most tourists." "Yeah, we heared ya like ta hang out at the naked beach," Jay commented with a wicked grin. "We get ta go there sometimes." Someone was fishing for me to take him to a nude beach. A cute as this kid was, I'd have to take bodyguards. I acted as though I hadn't picked up on his less than subtle hint. "Well, I'll tell ya what, little man. We'll still be here for a few more days and I promise that we'll come see you dive some more and maybe even take you out to lunch. How's that?" "Cooooollll. When?" Leave it to kids to pin you down. "In just a coupla days. We'll have to ask your mom if it's okay. Why are you hanging out here in the office?" "Mr. Raymond said I can't go back there. I don't think he wants me ta see all them naked guys in there makin' out. I know what they're doin'." There was no way I could keep a straight face. Trust a ten year old to tell you like it is. Fortunately, Keith and Donnie came running out with Ali and they all took off for the soccer field. The note that Raymond handed me was a message to call Mother. Red flags immediately went up. Mother never called unless there was a serious problem, particularly when she knew I was on vacation. My first surprise was when her phone was answered. "Frank?" I was surprised. "What are you doing at your grandmother's? Aren't you supposed to be at camp?" "Hey, Dad. Good to talk to you, too." Okay, now I knew that at least my smart-ass son was okay. "Camp ended yesterday. I just got back this mornin'. You said we were s'posed ta stay with Grandma, right?" "Yes, I guess I just lost track of the time. Did you have a good time?" "Yeah, I learned a lot, too. Coach taught me how ta shift my weight and really hit 'im out there. How's Key West? How's David? You havin' fun?" That last question was with a strong hint of 'I know what you've been doing' mixed in. "Okay, wise guy. Be happy I'm not up there. I'd have to turn you over my knee." His reaction was to break into strong laughter. It was nice to hear. "Rick?" Mother asked, apparently having taken the phone from Frank. "Hi, Mother. Is there anything wrong?" "Nice to hear from you, too." Okay, no surprise there. "Sorry, nice to hear from you. Now, is there anything wrong? You don't normally try to contact me like this and I was worried." "Well, apparently you haven't been too worried. Your cell phone is either off or you haven't bothered to check your messages." "I'm afraid you're right on both points. I decided to leave the cell phone in the room when we went out. Anyway, I'll assume that since you haven't said anything negative up to this point, that everything is fine." "It is, thank you for asking. The reason I called was that since you'll still be away for a few days, and the other boys will be home within a couple of days, Bonnie and I thought we might take them to Orlando for a few days. It's been a while since I've had any time with my grandsons." "Grandma's makin' us work for it, Dad!" Frank called out in the background. I could also tell he was laughing. "Mother, are you making those poor boys work, as in real manual labor?" "Yes, I am. Brian, the gentleman that normally cuts my yard, is sick and you're not here. I thought I would give the boys something constructive to do to occupy their time. Any way, we've already made the reservations and I wanted to let you know so you wouldn't worry if you called the house and couldn't reach them." "Mother, thank you for thinking about the boys. David and I both hope all of you have a great time." When I hung up the phone, I turned around and Jay was standing there looking up at me. "I thought you went off with the other boys," I commented. "They're waitin' on me. You did'n answer me 'bout when you was gonna come see me dive some more." I reached down and picked the boy up, squeezing him to my chest and digging my fingers into his ribs. He screamed with hysterical laughter as I tickled him and swung him in circles. When I set him down, I turned him towards the other boys and gave him a light pop on his butt. "Go play soccer," I stated. He ran off laughing. To me, the sound of his laughter was like the sound of heaven. End Ch 47 To Be Continued Comments welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com