Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 00:52:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Philip Hogan Subject: Seduced by Steven This is my first submission, and is the reflection of memories from long ago as I celebrate my seventieth birthday. The story is true, the names, the places, everything. I would welcome comments to pfh2760@yahoo.com.au. Summer holidays at last! It was the end of 1954, and I was finished with primary school at last and there is seven weeks of summer holidays before starting high school. Beach, beach and more beach. In the 50's we had not heard of skin cancer, so it was always a race to get the best tan. I wish we had though, as now I am plagued with carcinomas and I have a deep and meaningful relationship with my dermatologist. (But that is another story for another day.) I lived at Pagewood and at that stage went to school at Randwick Marist Brothers, and rode my push bike to Maroubra beach some days after school. Almost every weekend I would go caddying at the nearby Bonnie Doon golf club which kept me in reasonable pocket money. Some days I would be lucky enough to get an early round from the caddy master, when I would either get in line for another round, or would head for the beach. But almost every other day in the summer holidays when the weather beckoned it would be onto the bike and off to Maroubra. I had my share of chores to do which I shared with my older brothers, but I generally ended up with drying the dishes and mowing the front yard with the push-mower. (this was before the days of the Victor and the ride-on.) I had my introduction to man (boy?) on man sex at Maroubra beach, and was in fact seduced there twice. Once in the summer of my twelfth year which is the subject of this story, and one, just after the start of 1957 involving a beach inspector, Monty George. I will write the Monty story later. It was the Friday the week before Christmas; we had lunch and mum was having a nap. The temperature was in the high 80's and a light sea-breeze stirring the leaves and branches. With my next older brother we rode the two miles to Maroubra down Fitzgerald Avenue and chained our bikes at the end of the dressing sheds. We both went in and paid our two pence for admission to change into our speedos. Charlie saw some of his friends, so he was off with them and telling me to be home before dinner and he would see me then, and not to tell Mum or Dad that he was leaving me to my own devices. I always got an erection at the dressing sheds, and it was a source of some embarrassment for a 12 year old to try and hide as I changed from my street wear. Charlie saw it but didn't say anything. There were always naked older men just sitting around, and I often thought that it was pretty dumb to be at the beach and stay indoors! Nevertheless I always got a buzz from seeing all those naked bodies as they changed, showered and dressed! Which is why I got hard of course, and is why they were just sitting around and looking! Some times I would go into a toilet cubicle and have a quick wank. Later on, whilst on school excursions at Nielson Park or on sports days at the Coogee Wylie baths there they would be again, just sitting or lying around, some with erections just looking at the passing parade. I remember one in particular at Wylies baths at Coogee, when my class went there for Thursday sports afternoon. As the boys filed into the change sheds; there, lying on a bench seat was a boy, probably in his late teens, with a golden tan all over his tight body with the most magnificent cock I had ever seen. It was hard, long and with a slight curve and an incredible bell shaped head; and he was just moving his fist up and down massaging, not wanking it. I was mesmerised, and just stood there looking, no, staring at him and getting harder myself, until Brother Linus took me by the arms and led me away. He did not say a word to me then or later about my first Adonis. I wanked off to my memories of him often. And still do now that I am in my 60's. There is no way on earth that they would get away with it today! But, back to the story. I had my street clothes in my back pack (an army disposals one) and went out into the sunlight and watched the surf from the concourse for a few minutes, and then decided to go and do some body surfing. I moved onto the sand, which was quite hot on my feet and stowed my pack near the beach patrol so I could find it again, and which gave it a modicum of protection from theft which was not a huge problem in those days. After about half an hour, I came back to shore, and decided to go for a walk to the Northern end of the beach, where there is an outcrop of rocks and where the storm water emptied onto the beach through a huge square pipe. I was on my way back to lie on the sand and work on my tan, when a stranger struck up a conversation about the beach, surfing, end of school, Christmas and all sorts of idle chatter. He would have been in his mid to late 20's with a good tight body, wearing only speedos showing what I thought to be a nice package. I started to get hard. He kept glancing down at my hardening cock, and smiling. "Don't worry about it mate, it happens to me all the while!" "Say, my name is Steven; how would you like to have a drink of beer, and maybe a pizza?" The thought of having a beer got me interested straight away. "I am Phil, and yes please! A beer would be fabulous! But we can't do that here on the beach" "No, but I live just up on Marine Parade in those flats above the shops. It's not far and we could be there in a minute or two. And, it's not too far for you to come back and get your stuff to go home later on" "Let's go!" A short hop and jump over the hot sand and concrete of the footpath and road and we were climbing the stairs to the flats above Parsfield's grocery store. It was an awesome flat, modern furniture and a stunning view over the beach from the big picture windows. Steven took a pizza from the fridge and put it in the oven, and also a long-neck bottle of VB. He poured two glasses and offered me one which I took with a shaking hand and took my first ever sip of beer. I sipped my way through the middy glass,and as the pizza was not yet hot enough, poured another for me and himself. When I was done, the pizza was ready, so Steven took it out and cut it into four pieces, giving me two, and filling my glass a third time from a fresh bottle. "That is probably enough beer for you, young Phil." After I had half drunk the third glass, I was feeling a bit light headed and welcomed the pizza slices. We were both dressed only in speedos, and were standing at the window looking at the beach I had just finished the pizza and Steven said "Well, I am all hot and sticky, and I'm going to have a shower. You could probably do with one too!" And he just loosened the draw string of his Speedos and they fell to the floor. "Come on, we don't have much hot water here so get a move on and drop those swimmers and join me." I just stood there mesmerised by the sight of this naked stud. His cock was getting hard and was at half mast and he was standing there grinning at me. "What's keeping you?" he said. "I know you like seeing blokes by the way you kept looking at my cock down on the beach and getting hard yourself." With that, he reached forward, and took the draw string to my red speedos, and tugged to undo it. I just let him have his way as he then reached for the waist band and drew them down to my knees where I could step out of them. I was harder than I could ever remember, and I could feel the rush of blood in my ears as my heart beat faster and louder. My five and a half inch cock stood straight out at a right angle and throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. Steve too was hard now, and his seven inch cock also stood straight out pointing straight at me. I was frozen to the spot and couldn't move an inch! Steve came around and stood beside me and put his arm around my shoulder and gently eased me off the spot and down the hall-way to his bathroom. That was the first time I had ever had skin to skin contact with anyone other than family, as Steve guided me down the hall and our torsos met. "Are you comfortable doing this?" he asked as we entered the bathroom, where there was a bath tub with a shower over it and a toilet pedestal. As I mumbled that I thought I wanted to go on, he stepped into the bath and turned the water on. He fiddled with the taps for a bit, then offered his hand to guide me into the bath and under the warm water with him. He turned me around so I had my back to him, and he leaned into me with his very hard cock nestled into the small of my back, and we stood under the cascading water for what seemed like a long time; just standing there, he with his arms around my shoulders and massaging my chest and nipples, his cock on my back and me with trembling knees, super hard cock sticking straight out unable to say anything as my heart thumped and raced! He reached to the side and took hold of a bar of soap, and then started to wash me down my front, in circular motions as his cock kept rubbing against me. He was getting closer and closer to my pubic hairs, and when he brushed the back of his hand across my throbbing cock, my knees buckled, I jerked and jerked as I came in a humongous cum. I think I may have blacked out, as Steve steadied me and sat me down on the edge of the bath tub so I could regain my composure. As I was sitting there, Steve's cock, still hard and throbbing like mine was, was an inch or two from my face. He gently took the back of my head and guided it towards the head of his cock. "Here Phil, I would love it if you would lick my cock.. It is nice and clean and I think you will like it." I put my tongue out and licked the head of his cock, and reached up and held his balls in my left hand. He moaned a little bit, and he took my right hand and placed it on the shaft of his cock. He was right, I did not mind it at all, and in fact was greatly enjoying the whole experience. "Here mate, you stand up and I will sit down there and show you how to suck a cock" We swapped places and he took my still very hard cock and guided it towards his mouth. "God you have one thick cock Phil, I can hardly get my fist around it. Stand by for a thrill of a lifetime" He opened his mouth wide and guided my cock into his hot and wet mouth. My knees went wobbly again and I started to lose my balance. "Here then, we don't want to get anyone hurt here. Let's get dried and go to my bedroom and see what we can do there. OK?" My mouth was very dry and I was speechless, so I just swung my legs out of the tub, and reached for a towel to get dry. Steve stepped out and did the same. We dried ourselves, and he walked ahead of me to his bedroom down the hall a little way. There was the usual things there, a double bed, chest of drawers, two wardrobes and other small junk, The bed was not made up, and there were clothes in the corner waiting for a wash. "Sorry about the room, Phil, but I was not expecting company today. You just happened along. Our lucky day I guess!" He led me to the bed and lay down next to me, We were facing each other, both with very hard and stiff cocks. He held onto mine with his fist loosely around it, just like I did and began jacking me off while he continued to stroke his own cock with his other hand. As he stroked me he rolled me onto me back and worked his other fingers onto my balls, then underneath them and sort of tickled me close to my bum hole. That was about all it took. There wasn't any warning. I just thrust my hips up as my cock let loose, than cum shot up in the air and landed on Steve's forearm. He kept on jacking me off and I shot another spurt that did the same thing, then another and another, then it slowed to a dribble. It was all over quickly and I relaxed back on the bed panting, and slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke with a start when Steve touched my cock, and I looked out of the window, and the sun was low in the West, and I said "shit, look at the time. I gotta get going Steve, or I am going to be in real deep shit." "Thanks for the good time, Steve!" as I grabbed and stepped into my speedos and ran to the door, down the steps, over Marine Parade onto the concourse and sprinted to where my bag was still on the beach. I can still hear Steve call after me as I flew down the stairs "You're the best Phil, call me any time" In a blur I grabbed my clothes, got dressed and lit out to get on my bike. When I at last reached the place where we had left our bikes, Charlie was also just arriving from his own activities. I passed some story about meeting some friend from school and going to his place "up the road". We rode home in silence. Near home, Charlie asked what I had been doing. "Oh, nothing much I guess. You?" "Much the same I reckon. Had fun though" We both got into trouble for being late for dinner. Shit! I often look back and can vividly remember Steve, his body and his flat. I never saw him at the beach again, and was tempted a few times to go and knock on his door, but was always too scared. It helped with more than a couple of wanks, and I don't think it did me much harm. I later fell in love with the girl next door, and was a bit confused about this sex thing, but soon came to realise that I liked both boys and girls. When I met a girl I wanted to marry, I told her that I also liked boys and that she could accept it, or that we would likely have problems. She accepted me for who I was, and more than once reminded me during our love making of one or two of the boys that I had told her about. It always increased the orgasm, and forty five years later, we are still happily together and she will still remind me of my boy friends.