Story of the Kid

Dave  picked me up from home early in the morning.  My mother came out
to wave us off, Dave shouting out from his car, to expect us back at
about dusk.

As we entered on to freeway on our way to the beach, I started to
regret my choice of clothes.  My new trainers were OK, but the trunks,
which my mother had got for me from my cousin, were beginning to itch
around my waist.  I'd had the bright idea of wearing my swimming
things straight away in the morning, to prevent that embarrassing
torture of trying to change on the beach, protected only by a clumsily
held towel.  I had to put my hand into my shorts in order to lift the
elastic, thus relieving the pressure around my middle.  A sudden
thought struck me; if they were that tight, surely the shape of my
cock would be clearly shown up  by the  material.  I cursed myself for
getting up at the last moment and leaving it so late to try the trunks
on; but reflecting that there wasn't anything that I could do about
the problem, I relaxed down into the seat to enjoy  Dave's fast
driving.

After about half an hour we reached the beach.  Taking our beach bags
with us, we headed for the dunes and picked a spot which seemed to be
pretty secluded.  Dave laid out our towels next to one another and
motioned me to lie down beside him.  It wasn't hot yet, but I wanted
to see what impression my tight trunks were making, so I took my
shorts off, and while as was at it, decided to take off my T-shirt
too. It was as I feared, there was a bright red ring circling my
middle under my navel, and glancing further down, I could see the
outline of my squashed penis clearly visible under the red material.
I stood upright, noticing Dave give me a long look, his head clearly
rising as he looked from my feet up towards my trunks and finally
stopping as he held his gaze into mine.

Just recently I had been  wondering about Dave. He'd been a good
friend of my mother's since they'd been at college together - indeed,
every since I could remember. He had always seemed to be around at the
right time - when my mother was ill, or perhaps just unhappy.  More
importantly, in my opinion, he never forgot my birthdays, taking me to
the movies, or sometimes taking me to see an important game.

For the last six or so months he'd been coming round more often to our
apartment.  I thought, at first, that it was because he was making an
effort to deepen his relationship with my mother, but after a time I
almost instinctively began to wonder whether it was me he was more
interested in. It's just then when we shook hands his grasp always
seemed to stay longer than was necessary; when he touched me, it never
seemed to be in the right place - not on the shoulder, for instance,
but squeezing me below the ribs.

I knew about gays of course, having discussed sex endlessly with my
classmates, and I knew what they did to each other, but it never
occurred to me that a man of Dave's thirty-four years of age would be
interested in a boy like me.  I was growing fast now which perhaps
explained why the trunks were so tight around me.  I'd recently
discovered masturbation, and was now practising my technique with
increasing frequency.  I knew that I was growing up, and despite the
almost complete lack of any hair around my genitals, the spunk that
was now guaranteed to erupt from my prick every time I played with
myself proved that I was truly on the road to manhood.

I decided not to dwell on these thoughts, and lay down on the towel
right next to Dave.  We stared out at the sea, but out of the corner
of my eye I looked at Dave's expression - he  seemed to be slightly
worried and to be a bit nervous. Not only this, but he appeared to be
uncomfortable by the way he slightly shifted his position now and
again.

I quickly became bored and decided to go down to the water.  I took of
my trainers and stood up.  I ran down the short slope to the start of
the beach and turned round to see if Dave would follow.  He just
stayed where he was, smiling at me, so I left him and ran down to the
water's edge.  I walked straight into the sea.  The water was freezing
cold, temporarily taking my breath away.  The only way to keep warm
was to have a good swim, so I started off out towards the open sea.

I'm a good swimmer, but about a hundred yards out, I decided  that I'd
gone far enough and headed back for the shore.  The current had moved
me away from being directly in front of our small camp, so I swam back
at an angle, pausing every now and again to check my orientation.  As
I stepped through the small waves breaking on the sand I looked up,
and was able to make out the familiar head, lying on the towel
straight in front of me.  As I left the water I could see it rise up
and quickly search me out.  Dave quickly spotted me and as I came
closer to him, I saw him appear to examine my body - especially my
genital area - closely.

Just as I was about to climb up the short slope to our dune, I
remembered the state of my trunks, and looked down.  To my horror, the
water had done nothing to diminish the small bump that my prick was
making, and I saw that somehow the material seemed to have become
almost transparent.  As I climbed up, I felt Dave stare at my small
damp prick, and even when I passed him, he turned his head round to
follow me.  There was nothing I could do, and so, having shaken the
water from my arms and legs, I lay down beside him once more.

I guess we both must have dozed off for some time, because the next
thing I remember is waking up and feeling the piercing heat of the sun
on my back. I hadn't remembered to put on my sun lotion, so I started
to look for it in my bag.  The noise must have woken Dave up, because
as soon as I started to apply the lotion over my body, Dave sat up and
started to observe me closely.  A small voice inside me urged me to
try out an experiment with Dave.  Having finished with my arms, chest
and legs, I threw the tube at him and lay down on the towel and waited
to see what would happen.  I really don't know why I did this -
curiosity perhaps, or maybe it was a way of daring Dave to make a
move; anyway, the result was to have a profound effect on our actions
for the rest of the day.

He picked the tube up, squeezing a big blob into his hands.  Sitting
next to me, he started to rub it into my back - starting on my neck
and slowly moving his way down my body.  The sensation felt great, the
feel of his wiry hands grinding their way into my back began to really
turn me on.  His hands spread wider, and he began to slip down to my
sides massaging my ribs.  He eventually arrived at my trunks and
stopped for a moment.  I was curious to find out what he'd do; whether
he'd stop there or carry on any further down.  I then felt his fingers
slide under my trunks, so that they were beginning to touch my butt.
Gradually he moved his hands round, still kept under the elastic, and
stopped once again, with one hand on each of my hips.  This was
starting to get interesting, and just a little scary.  The little
voice again spoke to me, and I couldn't resist just raising my behind
a bit, allowing his hands to move together on my underside.  Sure
enough, this is exactly what he did, allowing his hands to meet
together at my navel.  His fingers were still pointing down into my
trunks, and I felt them touch the tip of my very erect dick.  I
decided to stop things there, and collapsed back onto my chest,
trapping his hands beneath me.  He slipped them out, and spread the
remaining lotion over his own body.

I decided to carry on the experiment a bit further,  so, as I
stretched out on the towel, I let my arm drift in the direction of
Dave's towel.  My hand felt the material, and I let it burrow down
into the surface of the dune. As my hand played with the sand, I
noticed Dave surreptitiously wriggle his whole body in my direction.
His side was next to my hand;-  he stopped moving for a moment, and
then with a seemingly careless sigh he moved his frame so that his
penis just had to make contact with my hand, albeit between two layers
of material.  Even so I had a shock, and I remember my heart beating
faster with anxiety and anticipation -  it wasn't as if we couldn't be
seen easily after all.

Dave began moving his bottom very slightly in and out of the direction
of my hand.  As this movement began I began to feel the outline of his
prick. He was fully hard, and I couldn't help it as my fingers started
to feel the shape of the top of his cut tool.  His movements became
faster and faster, the pressure on my hand becoming more strong. It
wasn't too long before he started to make short gasps and his prick
dug deep into my palm.  He gave a long thrust and then lay quite
still, still on top of my hand.  After a few seconds, I could just
make out the feeling of a spreading dampness seeping from the towel.
I knew clearly what had happened  and in order to let him know, I
squeezed  the head of his cock hard through the surface of his sodden
shorts.

He lay quite still, and I managed to free my hand from underneath him,
and pull it towards my own body.  Whilst all this had been happening,
I had realised that I was getting  quite a thrill from what was going
on, but it was only as I felt my own prick with my hand that I
realised that I was pretty close to getting my rocks off too.  "Too
hell with it," I thought and started to mimic Dave's movements with my
own body.  I hadn't jacked off in a couple of days, so I knew that
there wouldn't be too much delay in reaching my climax.  Lightly
massing my prick with my hand, I pushed my way into it quite rapidly.
After only a minute or two, I felt that newly wonderfully familiar
feeling as I shoot my cum into my own trunks and towel.  I relaxed my
body and looked over towards Dave; he'd been watching me I knew,  I
just smiled at him - we'd both had a similar experience after all -
and then I guess we must have both a short sleep whilst our bodies
recovered from their early day climaxes.

It must have been the noise of some nearby kids that woke me up.  I
crouched up, supporting myself forwards on my hands and looked over to
where Dave was fast asleep.  He looked really handsome, he'd obviously
already done some sun-bathing that summer, for the whole of his body
was a lazy light brown colour.  His chest was pretty smooth, just some
light hair round by his nipples, gathering in abundance  further
towards his prick area.  He was wearing a baggy pair of shorts, which
prevented any sign of his prick showing, but I could remember the feel
and length of it from not all that long beforehand.  I suddenly
thought about my own prick, and became aware of a certain stickiness
in the region of my balls.  I checked down to make sure that there
wasn't too much of an obvious stain at the front of my shorts.  It was
OK, a slightly dark mark, and that was all. The best way to clean
myself up, I reckoned, would be by having another swim, and this time
I was sure that Dave would want to come with me.

I poked him in the arm a couple of times, he woke up and squinted at
me for a moment.  I nodded my head towards the sea, and began to run
towards it. Dave struggled up and began to follow me.  I let him catch
up with me, so that by the time we reached the water, we were side by
side.  Even though I had experienced the shock of the water's
temperature once before, it still came as a surprise to my system.
Dave carried on striding into the waves and I dragged myself over to
meet him.  I couldn't resist the urge to start splashing water at him,
so I picked up scoopfuls with my hands and shot them over in his
direction.  Dave responded by gouging out great sheets of water with
his arms and drenching my hair and face.

I then had an idea, and moved towards him.  With my arms raised above
his body, I pressed down on his shoulders with my hands, pushing down
with all the pressure I could muster.  He stayed absolutely still, and
I felt my body start to raise up out of the water a little, so my
entire weight was pressing down upon him.  This seemed to do the
trick, because he fell backwards with my chest pressing firmly against
his.  As we fell beneath the surface of the waves, he put his arms
around me, gently holding on to me.  Gasping for air, we resurfaced,
and I started to play the same trick on him.  This time, instead of
falling backwards, Dave seemed to trip up and as he fell downwards his
arms sort of caught my behind as we both fell, and he held me in a
sort of sitting position with our heads only just above the water.

He couldn't hold me in that position for very long, so eventually I
put my feet on the sea floor to relieve the pressure from him.  We
stood facing one another, our chests in close contact.  Dave had kept
his hands on my butt, but they began to move forwards to begin to move
and roam over my groin.  Suddenly he put his hands on either side of
my tight trunks, and started to pull them down.  This was a complete
surprise, but I decided to do nothing in protest, to see what would
happen next.  He moved one hand so that it was sandwiched between us
and then  lowered the trunks down until they were stranded around my
thighs. I felt him touch my prick, and continue down, so that he could
feel my shrunken scrotum.  He rubbed my prick a couple of times, and
at the same time his other hand kept stroking my behind, until it came
to a stop over my ass hole.  This was really odd, and I felt a sudden
sense of panic when he moved a finger into my hole, and softly poke it
in to me.

In order to distract him, I pushed my own arms between our bodies.  I
slipped one hand into the top of his trunks, and immediately felt his
wiry pubes tickle my fingers.  I felt for  his prick, and managed to
stroke the top of it, feeling the slit at the top of it with my thumb.
I decided to have a feel for his balls, but at this point a crowd of
screaming children headed in our direction and we were forced to let
go of one another and stand apart.  Dave headed back to the shore
line, leaving me to slip my trunks back up.  I splashed after him, and
we were soon walking our way back to our camp site.

I was feeling pretty anxious by now - my tummy felt as if it were
alive with excitement and I could feel my heart beating much faster
than normal. Dave looked pretty relaxed, and suggested that we should
get some food.  We gathered up our clothes and headed for a the
nearest fast food joint. There was a toilet next to the place, and
Dave headed towards the entrance. I could feel a funny feeling in my
kidney area.  It was a feeling that I couldn't decode; it felt as if I
wanted to pee, to jerk and get my prick up into an erection - all at
the same time.

We arrived at the urinals at the same time. Dave reached for his dick,
pulled it half out of his shorts and started to piss spasmodically.  I
didn't have that luxury, and had no choice but to roll down the front
of my trunks which would give Dave a view of all that I had to offer.
I half closed my eyes and pushed the material down with one hand,
while the other reached down to pull my cock out into the open.  In
comparison to his, it was tiny and I could see that he was giving it a
good stare.  I could only manage a few splashes, before we were forced
to ignore one another when a group of loud talking men came through
the open door behind us.

We quickly tidied ourselves up, left the cabin and took a few steps to
the hamburger bar.  We both ordered a burger and sat down near the
entrance facing one another. There didn't seem to be much to say, or
perhaps there was too much to talk about - I don't know. The food
arrived, it was as greasy as hell, so neither of us ate very much of
it.  We finished eating what we could, staying silent. I remember our
arms touching, the hairs on his arm, highlighted by the sun streaming
through the dirty window, intermingling with the few that I had on
mine.

Dave paid the bill, and we set off for the car.  He bought us an
ice-cream each, and I remember exageratedly licking into the emptying
cone and finally stuffing the remaining shell into my mouth.  The
inside of the car was awful hot, and I had to put my T-shirt back on
to stop my back getting burnt.  We set off for home and I soon cooled
down with the draught from the open windows.  Dave switched on the
radio and found a station playing old 70s punk.  I was beginning to
get into this stuff and found myself humming and beating along with
the music.  After a while, I felt Dave's right hand touch my moving
arm.  He slid it down so that it overlapped my hand. Rather absent
mindedly I moved it over to my cock region.  Dave's hand was drawn
along with mine, and when I moved once again, his hand was left, still
strumming along with the music, directly over my cock.

I was totally relaxed, from the heat of the sun and at the same time,
all the excitement of the morning seemed to catch up with me.  I felt
my dick begin to fill - Dave's hand kept moving - until it gradually
became totally hard once more.  Dave had obviously noticed this, and
as if to relieve the pressure of my trunks, he lifted the elastic up
allowing the top of my cock to peep out through  the top of the
costume.  He squeezed its head, and I felt an urgent desire to help
him with his actions.  I gripped my cock with one hand, and started
rubbing furiously,  I was so hungry for satisfaction that with one
downward heave, I managed to pull my foreskin right down - leaving my
cockhead naked, almost bursting with enthusiasm.  Dave squeezed it
once more, and his hand travelled down the shaft and felt for my
balls. I was almost ready to cum right then, when the car slowed down
and Dave withdrew his hand from my groin.

I have to say, that I wasn't very surprised to realise that we'd
arrived at Dave's house, rather than mine.  My cock was burning, and I
knew that I'd probably be able relieve its tension once we'd entered
into the house. Dave collected our things and walked up to his front
door.  I followed behind, nervous because my erection must have been
very obvious.  Dave opened the door and shepherded me in.  The sudden
cold of the cool interior surprised me and this, along with the
peculiar feeling in my stomach, made me hold my arms and press them
into my chest.  Dave got a coke from the fridge, handed it to me and
then left the room.  In a short while he returned holding a couple of
huge white towels.  He threw me one gently, and then walked away.  I
followed him out, and saw him climb the stairs, and then pause outside
the door of the nearest room.  My stomach lunged in at me,  Holding my
breath I followed him up,  Halfway up the stairs I saw him open the
door, and a few seconds later I heard the sound of his shower starting
up.

I entered the room, the feeling from earlier that day had returned. My
cock just didn't know what it wanted to do.  I decided that I needed a
pee, so I walked towards the toilet. With his back to me, Dave
hurriedly removed all of his clothes and stepped into the shower.
Meanwhile, I removed my T- shirt and my trainers.  Dave had closed the
shower curtains behind him, so, with some relief, I slid my trunks
right off, glad to feel the pressure around my middle finally gone.  I
stood in front of the bowl and tried to pee.  I could only get a few
drops out, and to my fury tried without success to control the
erection which was once again flowing through my prick.

I glanced up, and suddenly felt Dave standing beside me - his
movements having been masked by the sound of the shower-water.  He put
his arm around my neck and calmly walked me over to the shower.  We
got in, me ahead of him.  I walked into the shower's stream and
started to stroke the water down my neck and hair.  Dave stood close
behind me, so close, in fact, that within a moment or two, I realised
that the object caught between my back and his chest area  was  his
erect penis. He leant right against me and I could feel his erection
being squeezed out him, and then refill once he relaxed his push.

I don't recall how long we stood there like that, but after a time his
hand reached up in front of me and began to stroke my chest and
especially the area of my small tits.  With the softest of touches, he
just managed to play with the tips of each nipple - the feeling being
translated into a familiar movement from my own cock.  His hand slid
down, investigating my navel, and finally both hands started to rub
around in the region of my smooth groin.

He then took hold of my middle and the base of my spine, twirling me
round so that we faced each other.  He seemed to fall to his knees,
and as he descended his mouth opened and without further delay, took
my prick straight between his lips.  In order to balance myself, I put
my hands onto his head.  I don't know whether he took that as some
sort of encouragement, but he slid his lips further down my shaft,
until the whole of my prick was contained within his mouth.  The
feeling was incredible.  His mouth felt so smooth, so warm, so wet.  I
knew that I wouldn't be able to take much more of this without an
enormous eruption.  The feeling melted away, as he slid his mouth
upwards, releasing my tool.  Taking my prick into his hand, he started
to beat me off, forcing my skin to fold away and release  my shiny,
hard head to his grasp.  I then  felt his tongue lower down, licking
at my balls.  The same creamy sensation then returned as his mouth
returned to my dick.  There was no way I could take it.  I started to
thrust upwards into him, moving the heels of my feet on and off the
damp shower floor.  I began to supply the motion  from my knees as I
felt my prick harden almost to the point of intense pain.  His mouth
sucked in, and this brought my cum jetting out of me.  As he continued
to suck from the tip of my penis, my thrusts continued until almost
every part of me ached.  Slowly I stopped, feeling the gentle pressure
from his mouth as he pulled the last remaining threads from out of me.

I felt a bit dizzy and perhaps sensing this, Dave took my arms, and
stood himself up.  We leaned into one another, both our mouths open a
little;  he leant down, and we exchanged our first kiss.  I'm not
sure, but I think that as our tongues collided,  I could taste the
prickly, acidity, salty taste of my own cum in his mouth.  Meanwhile,
I could now feel his erection digging into my lower chest.  I had
copied him once before that day, so I could see the symmetry in
copying him again.

I knelt down on the floor - my tummy relieved to have the strain taken
off it.  I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.  Moving my face
forward, I felt the end of his prick touch my lips.  I knew I'd have
difficulty in getting it in - not so much because of its size - but
basically because I was more than scared.  Instead, I wrapped both
hands round his cock, and started to move the skin up and down.  His
cock twitched a couple of times.  Perhaps I should have heeded the
warning, but at that moment I screwed up my courage and leant my head
into his erection.  He twitched again, and as I felt the base of his
tool suddenly puff out, my face got covered with a storm of white hot
cum.  As I continued to automatically jerk him off, his cum landed
everywhere - in my mouth, on my eyelids and into my hair. He clasped
my head and rubbed my hair strongly into my scalp.  Finally he
stopped moving, and I felt his prick start to soften in my hands.
Although this was all pretty gross, I couldn't help but lick some of
his cum from my lips into his mouth.  The taste was the same as the
one I had noticed earlier. I stood up, and he grasped me, pulling and
pulling our bodies into one another.  Our mouths touched, and he
kissed me forcefully, willing me to respond.

The water was still pouring down, and after a while Dave picked up the
soap and started to clean us down.  Somehow he managed to turn me
round again and enthusiastically started to soap my back.   His hands
got lower and lower, until he was rubbing my butt cheeks.  I felt him
open them out and kneel down to start to kiss my hole.   He seemed to
be circling around my ass hole with his fingers  and finally I felt
him try to stick a finger into me.  I leant against the wall and
shuddered.  My stomach felt weak - I needed to get out of the tiny
cubicle.  I opened the curtains and stepped out.

Perhaps we should have stopped there.  I don't know - but when we
started drying ourselves vigorously with the towels, I couldn't help
looking Dave over.  There was something magnetic about his body -
whether it was his light tan, or his large kind hands which turned me
on I can't tell.  His dick, gently hanging before his balls, looked
beautiful and so much larger than my own hairless version.  I could
imagine being him - perhaps he wanted to be me in some way.  Whatever
it was, I felt the need to touch him once again.  We drew together and
kissed once more - not passionately, but as if we had all the time in
the world.

Dave opened the bathroom door and led me inevitably into his bedroom.
Whilst I lay down on the bed, he drew the curtains closed.  He then
walked back to the foot of the bed and looked at my naked body -
starting with my head, via my soft cock and finally down to my legs
and feet.  It seemed as if he stood there for ages, and I have to
admit, I began to feel a bit uncomfortable to be buried beneath his
stare.

He then clambered onto the bed, and lay gently on top of me, with his
head resting on my middle.  He started to kiss all over my body,
gradually working himself upwards towards my mouth, ending up by
burying his face once more in my hair.  Inevitably, we both started to
get hard again. All I could do was to force myself to relax under his
weight and let myself be loved by this man.

Soon I felt myself being turned over onto my chest and my ass raised
slightly into the air.  Dave obviously wanted to continue his early
explorations when his desire was so evident, who was I to stop him?  I
felt my ass being parted, and felt his breath on my hole.  I felt him
insert a finger at the beginning of the entrance and push down gently.
It didn't feel too bad, and even when he reached my ass muscle it felt
OK.  He started to wriggle the finger round a bit, and finally, it
went through the limit.  It seemed to stick there for a bit, and I
felt him take it out of me.  A few seconds later, the sensation
restarted, but this time the finger was a bit wetter, and he managed
to get it further into me.  Despite myself, I felt it go quite deep  -
it felt really odd and I remember not knowing whether to try to expel
the intruder or welcome it.  At the same time, my cock became really
hard - obviously part of my body was willing to accept what was
happening to me.

He took it out again, and this time I felt him reach up, and open a
draw by his bed.  He felt for something contained in it, found
whatever it was and paused for a moment.  He then returned to me, and
this time his finger felt wet and slippery when he returned to my ass.
It went in even deeper, and he started to make small fucking movements
with it.  I had just started to get used to this, when I felt another
finger join the one that was already in me.  This time it really hurt,
even though there was a lot of grease in me.  I started to move my ass
to try to expel the invaders, or at least to get more comfortable.  I
think Dave misinterpreted my movements, because his finger-fucking
actions became a bit stronger and a bit deeper.  My cock had
shrivelled up - I was beginning to get quite scared.

To my relief, the fingers were withdrawn and I relaxed - that had to
be all to it.  I felt him fumble for something near him, and I heard
the sound of something falling to the floor.  My waist was then
grasped tight, as I felt the finger return once again.  Only this
time, it felt much bigger -still sticky and cold - but larger.  He
leant into me and I felt  an unbelievable burning sensation as he
lanced his cock into me.  I couldn't imagine how he'd get it all in,
but that didn't seem to worry him at all.  He kept pouring himself in
and in.  Just when I thought that I'd have to scream out, he stopped
pushing.  Despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, I could feel
every inch of him, as he scorched his way into my tight butt. This
prick seemed to go on for ever.  He pulled out and it felt as if was
pulling out a three foot sword from within me.  He pushed in again,
and didn't stop when he'd reached the limit, but withdrew immediately;
settling into a steady rhythm.  My ass was forced to follow his
direction as I felt it being alternately sucked and pushed by the tool
within me.

My whole groin felt as it were on fire.  I didn't know what to do.
One part of my brain was telling me to shit the invader out.  My dick
needed to piss and grow erect at the same time.  My throat felt dry -
but I needed to scream out nevertheless.  My hands clenched up, not
knowing whether to push my body out in order to topple the man off, or
start to stroke my own dick beneath me.  Dave's movements started to
increase in speed, and I heard him moaning in step with his fucking
motions.  Suddenly I felt him tense up, and I started to feel his cum
spurt out  inside me.  He pushed right down, and this time I must have
cried out loud - but he took no notice, the fucking continued, even
deeper than before, until he finally fell on top of me - his prick
still right in my ass.

It didn't take long for him to go limp, and I felt him withdraw as
splashes of his cum and goodness know what else spattered over my back
as he got up from me.  He turned me over.  I was still tensed up and
refused to look at him.  In order to calm me down he lay down beside
me and started to kiss and stroke me as he did this, I felt his wet
cock slither about on my chest.  Thinking about where it had just been
and how big it had become really started to turn me on, and I felt my
own cock fill out with a painful hard on.  Dave slid down to lie by my
side facing me.  He could obviously sense my erection standing between
us and he moved to touch it.

I had had other ideas.  Reaching down to the floor, I found the jar of
jelly.  I picked it up, and plunged the whole container onto my hard
erection.  Dave smiled and guessing what I now intended to do, moved
back so that he could lean the top half of his body on the bed.  I
clambered round and stood behind him. Dave had his legs spread out
wide and I stood between his feet bending my dick down with one hand.
Not wanting to go through with any of the preliminary procedures, I
bent my knees and steered my prick into his ass hole.  He reached back
with his hands, holding it as far open as he could.  I reached the
entrance and pressed in.  There was no resistance to speak of, and I
soon felt my prick being swallowed whole by this other person's body.
It felt a bit like being sucked - the same smooth warm sensations
flowed through me -but I also felt a bit trapped as if I might not be
able to escape from this new danger.

I started fucking his ass slowly.  I had to go carefully, because
every now and again I pulled back too fast and felt my cock spring up
into the outside world.  When this happened I felt the urge to push
back inside him as soon as possible, as if my own prick needed his
protection.  I looked down at the place where we were connected.  I
couldn't really believe what I saw; his hairy ass being fucked by my
own boyish penis.  The sensations began to increase.  I felt his hand
arrive from between his legs almost as if he needed to feel for
certain what was going on.  I felt his fingers as I stroked in and out
of him, and as I leant into him, I felt him search for my tight
scrotum and stroke it quickly.  That did it.  I didn't want to control
myself in any way.  The speed of my thrusts increased, I grasped his
thighs and pushed in as hard as I could go.  My cock surged out and I
started to pump out my scarce resources of cum.  I felt my cock spin
away into his ass, I lost it completely -   all I could do was to urge
the orgasm out of my body; nothing else mattered except that the
excruciating pleasure should last for as long as possible.

It didn't last for ever - it never does, even in one's imagination.  I
stepped back, allowing my half-erect wet penis to fall limp, hanging
in mid-air between us.  Dave got up, and stood before me. He looked
down to my cock, and stroked it gently.  We kissed once more, Dave
leading us back to the bed where we lay down, side by side as we had
done at the beach.  This time, however, we didn't gaze into a remote
distance, but looked into one another's eyes where we saw ourselves
reflected - as far away from our bodies as we could ever be.

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