Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2007 15:37:17 -0400
From: figleyw@hotmail.com
Subject: Summer Games Chapter 03

This fictional story contains sexual acts between boys and men. If this is
not to your tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any
further.  It takes place in the late 1970's.

CHAPTER 3

	Troy surveyed the beach and ocean from his high perch. It was a nice summer
day, the sky clear and the sun warm. The beach was not crowded, and Troy
relaxed under the hot sky, taking advantage of the weekday lull. He would
earn his salary on the weekend, when the beach crowd more than doubled.

	The boy scanned the area with his high-powered glasses. He spotted Will
stretched out on a towel. Bastard, Troy thought to himself remembering the
way Will had acted after their fuck party. But as his glasses lingered on
the cop, Troy had to admit that Will was a fine figure of a man. Will lay on
his back with his hands at his sides, and Troy watched the man's full chest
rise and fall evenly. Will's tits were small and pointed, and the small
amount of hair on his chest was straight and narrowed to a thin line that
disappeared into his trunks. The swimsuit was blue, and fit snugly over his
hips and flat belly. His basket was huge, and Troy's big balls began to whip
up cream as he recalled the big piece of meat Will carried around under that
crotch.

	 I wonder if we'll fuck again? Troy thought doubtfully. Negative. The
bastard is too up-tight, I know the type. One-night stands, and then he
wants to pretend it never happened. Fuck you. The boy moved his line of
vision to the ocean. He scanned the surf in a straight line until he spotted
Steve Wilson moving out with his board. He froze the picture.

	  "What an ass," Troy sighed aloud. The surfer was just kneeling onto his
board. His behind, encased in a pair of tight cut-off jeans, stuck up in the
air and filled Troy's glasses. The lifeguard could even make out the elastic
band of the boy's Jockeys, which showed just above the line where his wet
jeans had slipped. Steve used his arms like oars to move himself out into
the surf, and Troy drank in the sight of the surfer's strong back muscles
working under the glare of the sun. The guard's cock began to stir under his
white trunks. What a hunk of meat. Without thinking, Troy let one hand fall
onto the rounded hump of his crotch. What the hell does he know about my
horny phone call.

	"Hi, Troy." The guard pulled the glasses from his face and looked down.
Danny Harris was looking up at him. The young lad had a big smile on his
handsome face. "Who you spying on, Troy?"

	That voice. Holy shit, that voice. The telephone. Troy almost exploded. He
took a deep breath to calm his voice before he answered. "I'm not spying,
you bugger, I'm doing my job."

	 "Can I come up, Troy?"

	 Troy put his glasses in their case. "I'm just coming down for my break."

	"I'll sit in for you."

	"The other guards will spot my area," Troy said, climbing down from the
high chair. He gave Danny a quick pat on the head. "Where's your board?"

	"Up by the walk. I've been in all morning. Feel like I've got half the
ocean in my ears."

	"When you learn how to ride like Wilson, your head won't see so much of the
ocean floor." Troy pointed and they both watched Steve ride a big wave in,
his body perfectly balanced as it was covered with a steady stream of white,
foamy water.

	"Steve is real boss," Danny said.

	That word, boss; the kid on the phone had used it and now, coming from
Danny with that same high-pitched tone young boys got when their balls began
to make cream, made Troy positive he had identified the caller. "Real boss,"
Troy repeated, not quite sure what the word meant but feeling sure that if
it applied to Steve, it was a complimentary superlative.

	"Do you like Steve, Troy?" Danny asked, following the guard as he walked
toward the bathhouse.

	The question surprised Troy. "Sure. Why do you ask?"

	Danny's feet bounced over the hot sand as he tried to keep pace with the
lifeguard's long strides. "Just wondering." The kid followed the big, blond
boy right into the bathhouse, just as Troy suspected he might. The intrigue
of what might follow thrilled Troy and he felt his cock and balls grow heavy
under his jock.

	The bathhouse was empty, as Troy knew it would be. The regulars never used
it, all living within a few blocks of the beach. On the weekend it would be
crowded. Troy walked into the big shower room and turned on one of the cold
sprays. Danny slumped onto a bench, his hands falling between his spread
legs. Troy had his back to the boy as he opened and dropped his white
shorts. He could feel Danny's eyes on his ass as he bent over to pick up the
trunks. The big blond opened his legs slightly, so that the big cup of his
jock could be seen from behind as he retrieved his trunks. He tossed the
shorts on a hook and stepped under the spray, stretching his arms and
turning full around to face the sitting boy as the cold water bounced off
his head.

	"Man, that feels good!" Troy shouted. "Damn hot out there." He could see
the kid through the gush of water looking straight at his crotch. Troy
twisted and turned his body under the shower, finally placing both hands on
his jock and rubbing lewdly. Danny's mouth hung open.

	Slowly, Troy moved the jock down until his big balls and half-hard cock
were in full view. He tickled his bush as the jock fell to the cement floor.
The blond turned off the shower and walked toward Danny. He cupped his big
balls as his prong arched out to the kid. "You like it?"

	Danny nodded as he watched the cock grow before his face. When it was at
full staff Troy skinned it back slowly for the wide-eyed boy. He fisted his
tool and began to whack it, allowing the skin to roll up and down over the
thick rim. "Better than the telephone, eh, kid?"

	For the first time Danny took his eyes of the cock and looked up at Troy,
"You know, eh?"

	Troy shook his head. "I know."

	"Steve tell you?" Danny asked, very carefully lifting his hand and feeling
Troy's massive balls. "What a fuckin' pair of balls," the kid said as if to
himself.

	Troy unfisted his tool so the kid could get a better feel. Danny took
immediate advantage of the situation and began to ply the giant cods with
two hands. "How would Steve know about the call?"

	"I told him," Danny said, matter-of-factly. The kid's fist was on Troy's
prong now, giving it a joy ride. "I never whacked off a dick with skin
before."

	"Have you whacked off a lot of dicks, baby?" Troy's voice was low and
halting as the kid's hand art began to send little electric waves throughout
his body.

	"Only Steve's," the kid told him.

	"How did you two get started?" Troy's hips started to move in a small
circle as the kid's fist moved with a steady rhythm up and down his prong.

	"He lives next door, and he used to baby-sit for me when I was a little
kid, and we started fuckin' around and..."

	"Did he teach you how to jerk off?"

	Danny nodded, hardly hearing, as he was too engrossed playing with Troy's
big cock. The blond boy ran his hand through Danny's soft hair.

	"Do you suck?"

	For an answer the kid opened his mouth and took the head of Troy's shaft
between his lips. Troy winced. "Easy with the teeth, baby."

	The inexperienced cocksucker opened wider and used his tongue liberally.
The kid could only get half the cock into his mouth, but he treated it
royally, working it with a lot of mouth-juice, and slapping Troy's huge
balls around in his right hand.

	"Good boy, Danny.  Good boy."  Troy encouraged the kid, slightly pumping
his ass and trying to get as much hard flesh into the boy as he could.
"Swallow it," Troy urged.

	The kid sucked in two more inches and almost choked. He let the shaft out
of his mouth, coughing. "Shit, man, it's gagging me."

	"You'll learn, baby. You'll learn. Is Steve's cock as big as mine?"

	Danny held the shaft at the base and licked the big head like someone who
really appreciated cock. "Almost," he said between slurps.

	"Let me see your equipment, stud?" Troy asked.

	The boy was only too happy to obey. He shot up and quickly pulled down his
trunks. His young boner, happy to be released, sprang up and bounced off his
belly. Troy took the circumcised rod into his hand and gave it a good feel.
"Does Steve ever suck you?"

	"Sure he does," Danny responded.

	With this, Troy got to his knees and took the kid's five inches clear into
his mouth. He felt the boy shudder with delight as he began to suck his joy
stick, and as his big hands encircled the kid's ass and squeezed the soft
buns. Troy took long sucks, twisting his lips over the sensitive rim until
the lad was rocking on his heels and sucking in air. "Man, what a suck! Man,
what a suck!" the kid kept repeating. Troy's finger kept knocking at the
boy's back door, and finally managed to get the tip in the hole.

	The sucker let the rod out of his mouth. "Turn around, kid." This was not
easy to do with his trunks around his ankles, but Danny made it with a few
hops, kicking off the swim suit as he presented his young ass to Troy. "Bend
over, lover," Troy told him.

	The boy put his hands on the bench for support, as his behind shot
backward. Troy's hands spread the buns and his tongue moved into the crack,
moving up and down the entire length.

	"Holy shit!" Danny exclaimed, shoving his ass deeper into Troy's face. The
guard's tongue darted to the center and began to tickle the hole until he
had the kid hopping on one foot. The boy was so excited he reached behind
and tried to push Troy's head into his virgin hole. Troy's tongue moved into
the slit and the boy began to pant. "Suck it up! Suck it up!" he hissed at
Troy.

	The sucker moved his head out and began to prod the kid with his finger. He
got two inches in before the kid started to howl. "Take it out, man, or
you'll kill me."

	"I'm gonna ream you, baby," Troy said, getting up off his knees.

	"No, Troy. Please no," Danny pleaded. "You'll split me right up with that
fuckin' cock of yours."

	"Just the head, Danny," Troy said, holding the boy firmly about the waist.
"Just let me slip the head in. I'm so fuckin' hot I'll cream in a second."
Without waiting for an answer, he guided his shaft to the mark and shoved.
Danny began to sob as the fleshy head pounded on his back door. "Come on,
Danny, hold still," Troy urged, prodding the boy with his boner. Holding the
kid with one hand and guiding his cock with the other, he finally forced the
big head into the slit Danny was crying and groaning. "That's it, baby, just
the head," Troy panted. He could feel the kid squeezing his ass around the
tip. "Relax, Danny. Relax," Troy urged.

	The boy was suddenly quiet, his chest heaving up and down. "I feel like I'm
gonna shit," he said.

	"But it's good, eh, kid?"

	Danny began to wiggle on the cock that impaled him. "Yeah, Troy, it's good.
Fuck me. Go on an' fuck me."

	Troy rotated his hips slowly, causing his cockhead to throb inside the warm
hole. The two of them began to sway as Troy began a slow, pumping motion
until the boy's A-hole closed over his cock rim. In half a minute Troy was
able to shove the cockhead in and out of the hole. They were both in heaven.
The kid reached between his legs and cupped his fucker's balls. The tease of
only fucking with his cockhead was driving Troy wild. Finally he could take
it no longer. "I'm gonna come, you little bugger," he hissed. "I'm gonna
come!" Danny's hand squeezed the big balls, and Troy groaned as he let his
jism fly up the boy's A-hole.

	"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" he moaned, as he creamed the boy with a full load. The
spunk lubricated the kid's ass, and the shooting rod sailed up the passage
until it was half buried. Dannie moaned with joy as he felt the cream and
cock fill him at the same time. Troy fell on the smaller boy's back, panting
from the force of his cum.

	"Don't take it out!" the boy urged, grabbing hold of his own cock and
starting to whack it. Pounding his cock hard, he pumped his ass back on
Troy's softening shaft until he let out a cry and sent his own spunk flying
over the shower room bench.

	Troy pulled his cock out and sat on the cold, wet floor "Shit," was all he
could say. Danny dropped next to him. "I love you," the kid said, kissing
the big blond full on the lips.

	Troy's arm encircled the boy and he held him close. "That was good, Danny."

	"It was good for me too, Troy."

	"Didn't hurt too much, did it, baby?"

	"A little at first. But afterward it felt good. When are you gonna ream me
again, Troy?"

	The big boy laughed. "You little bugger. My fuck stick is dead." The kid
looked at Troy's fallen pride and touched it lovingly. "Come on, baby. Let's
get under the shower."

	As the two boys walked onto the sunny beach Troy asked, "How come you told
Steve about the phone call?" Danny seemed reluctant to answer. "Come on,
Danny. Spit it out," Troy told him.

	"Because he's always talking about you, and I wanted to make him jealous."

	"You mean he's hot for me?" Troy cried.

	"Yeah," Danny shot back. "You're not gonna fuck with him, are you, Troy?"

	"You're acting like a little girl, Danny."

	"I thought you and me were special buddies now, Troy."

	"Look, kid, what we just did was fun, and maybe we'll do it again, but a
guy likes to..."

	"Fuck you!" Danny suddenly shouted, and shot up off the beach.

	Troy wanted to call after him, but was afraid it would attract too much
attention on the beach. He remembered what it was like to be young and in
love, and he felt like shit.

	When he got back to his chair he found Steve Wilson beside it. "Why so
sad?" Steve asked.

	Troy forgot all about Danny Harris as he looked at the handsome youth. "I'm
sad because you haven't talked to me all morning," Troy flirted.

	"You mean it?" Wilson asked, looking very serious.

	"Would I lie to you?"

	"I don't know. The only thing you ever talked to me about is surfing."

	"What would you like me to talk about?" Troy asked.

	Steve blushed a deep red. "Are you busy tonight?" he suddenly blurted out
It took a lot of courage for him to ask, and Troy appreciated the shy boy's
nervousness. He stopped playing games.

	"If you mean would I like to go out with you, yes, I would."

	They were both silent. Steve looked at his feet and kicked the sand. Troy
wanted to take the other boy in his arms right there and then. Instead he
asked, "Can you get a car?"

	"My old man's, sure," Steve said quickly.

	"I'd love to go to a drive-in. Ain't seen a movie since I've been down
here."

	"Great, Troy. Just great. I'll be in front of the Harbor at eight.

	Troy started to climb up to his chair. He felt Steve's hand graze his leg,
and a shiver of joy swept through his body. "I'll be out front," Troy said.
Steve looked up and smiled. Suddenly he turned and ran straight into the
ocean.

	It was a long, long day for Troy but when the last person finally left the
beach he leaped off his high chair and ran, nonstop, to Happy Harbor.

	The night was cool, the air smelled of the ocean, and the sky held a half
moon surrounded by countless stars. Troy walked out of Happy Harbor and
opened the waiting car door. "Have I got the right car?" he asked.

	"I hope so," Steve Wilson said. "I feel like I've been waiting for hours."
	"So do I," Troy answered.

	"For me...or the movie?" Steve asked, hardly able to get the words out of
his mouth.

	"What's a movie?" Troy grinned.

	Both boys laughed as Steve started the car and shot up the street. They
drove in silence as Steve guided the car through the dark night. They were
on Steve's home ground and Troy never asked where they were going. As soon
as they left the beach area Troy was lost, but Steve could have driven him
to the gates of hell and he would have gone, gladly. The blond lit a
cigarette and placed it between the driver's lips.

	"Swimmers shouldn't smoke," Steve said.

	"Neither should surfers."

	"I'm a lousy surfer," Steve said, shaking his head.

	"You're a beautiful surfer," Troy answered, feeling the other boy blush in
the dark car.

	Steve guided the car up a narrow path and suddenly they were facing the
ocean across an empty stretch of beach. The car motor died, and the
headlights went black. The only sound was that of the surf. The light of the
moon played on the waves.

	"My God, it's beautiful," Troy whispered.

	"I thought you would like it," Steve said.

	Troy rested his head on the seat back. "I like it, and I like you."

	"I like you, Troy."

	Troy turned and looked at the handsome youth at his side. "Do you think you
can move out of the driver's seat and come a little closer to this peasant?"

	Steve slid across the seat until his leg touched Troy's. The blond raised
his arm and placed it around his friend's shoulder. "Relax, Steve, please,"
Troy whispered. The other boy relaxed his body against Troy, who pressed him
closer. Steve rested his head on Troy's chest. The blond kissed the top of
Steve's soft, brown hair and Troy felt the boy shiver.

	"Are you cold, baby?" Troy asked.

	Steve shook his head. "I'm afraid."

	"Of me?" Troy asked, his face buried in Steve's hair. He drew the boy
closer as he felt Steve's hand fall into his lap.

	"Of screwing up. Troy, I've never been with another guy like this, before.
I want to make it good for you, but I don't know what to do."

	Troy put his hand under Steve's chin and raised the lad's head. He brushed
his lips against the other boy's. "You don't have to do anything, baby."

	I don't?" Steve sounded disappointed.

	Troy laughed. "I mean, relax and do anything you want" He pressed his lips
against Steve's, and their arms encircled each other's firm bodies. The kiss
was long and tender, their hands exploring, each feeling the other's
strength and softness. When they parted, Troy opened Steve's shirt and felt
the boy's smooth chest and tits. Steve shuddered, this time from joy, as
Troy's fingertips rubbed his brown boobs. He took Troy's head his hands and
urgently sought the blonde's full lips with his own.

	Troy opened his mouth and the other boy followed the gesture. Their tongues
met, entwined, and sucked in and out of each other's mouths. Steve's hand
groped hotly over Troy's crotch. The blond boy's cock arched and ached under
his fly.

	"Open my pants," Troy urged. Steve obeyed willingly, his hands undoing the
top button of his friend's jeans. The urgency under Troy's fly had already
lowered the zipper halfway. Steve finished the job, and the big crotch pouch
of his Jockey shorts was visible in the moonlight. Steve buried his head
into the hard crotch, his hands clinging to Troy's waist. His lips nibbled
the clean under shorts as Troy raised his ass and wiggled his jeans below
his hips.

	Steve's hands moved over the slim hips and played with the elastic band of
the Jockeys. Troy pulled his T-shirt over his head. "Turn around and kneel
on the seat, Troy." The blond boy did as he was told, facing the back of the
car with his ass in the air.

	Steve's hands moved over the Jockey-clad ass, squeezing and kissing the
rounded buns. Troy urged him on as the other boy's hands moved between the
spread legs and cupped the big cock and balls beneath the crotch.

	"That feels good, baby, real good," Troy said, his body tensing as Steve
began to lower his shorts. Troy sighed as he felt Steve's lips kissing his
white ass. Steve pulled Troy's body around until he was on eye level with
the big cock. One hand gripped the big balls, and the other fisted Troy's
prong. "It's beautiful, Troy. Beautiful," Steve was saying as he skinned his
friend's weapon up and down.

	"Let me get these shorts off, eh, Steve?" The kid let go of the cock as
Troy kicked his shorts off his feet He sat back and spread his legs. His big
balls rested on the car seat and his cock shot up his belly. "You gonna keep
your duds on, stud?" Troy asked.

	"Shit no." Steve pulled off his shirt and wiggled out of his pants. He took
hold of his Jockeys, but Troy stopped him. "Let me do that, baby." The kid
raised his ass as Troy rolled his shorts down. His clean-headed cock was
stiff and thick. Troy stroked it with his hand as Steve reached over and did
the same for his friend. "You wanna suck me?" Troy asked.

	Steve moved down, and holding the base of the cock he took the fleshy head
into his mouth. He sucked hard, and under the pressure of Troy's hand on his
neck he took more and more of the cock into his mouth. Troy closed his eyes
and sucked in air. "That's so good, baby. Suck my cock. Suck my nice, big
cock. Take it all in, baby. Let me feel your nose in my bush." The
cocksucker swallowed the big prick like a pro. The cockhead was deep in his
throat, and his tongue moved round and round the thick rim. Troy moaned.
"Whatta blow job. I bet you could take my balls in, too."

	Steve came up for air, gasping. "Is it good, Troy?"

	"It's better than good, baby." He pulled the boy's head up and kissed his
lips, loving the taste of his own cock on Steve's breath. "I wanna fuck you,
Stevie. Oh, God, how I wanna fuck you!"

	"I...I got something," Steve told him, reaching for the glove compartment.
He pulled out a small package. "Rubbers, Troy. Lubricated rubbers." He
opened the pack and took out a rolled-up bag.

	"Holy shit!" Troy exclaimed. "Where'd you get 'em?"

	Steve grinned. "Stole 'em from my old man."

	Troy rolled the pro in his thumb and forefinger. "Let me put it on your
cock, Troy." They both watched intently as Steve put the rubber to the tip
of Troy's cock. "You want the skin up or down?"

	"Down, I guess," Troy said, skinning his tool back as Steve began to unroll
the bag over the cock.

	"You ever fuck with a rubber before?"

	Troy shook his head, liking the feel of the paper-thin bag on his big
prick. "Man, it looks big!" Troy said.

	"And slippery," Steve added, fingering the slick cum bag. "You like it,
Troy?"

	"I like it fine. You think you will?"

	Steve's eyes grew wide as he suddenly realized he now had to take the big
prick up his ass. He toyed with Troy's balls. "Man, what a pair of nuts!"

	"I'll take it easy with you, Stevie," Troy said.

	"I know you will. How...how do you want me?"

	"How about kneeling on the seat? You can stick your head out the window."
Steve got into the desired position, shivering as he felt Troy begin to
mount him. "I love you, Stevie, I swear I do," Troy was saying as he guided
his slippery rubber-encased cock to the center of the waiting ass. Troy
pushed and Steve grunted. "Don't tighten up on me, baby. Relax. Relax."
Troy's strong arm encircled Steve's waist and held him fast. He shoved
again, and the big cock entered.

	Steve let out a cry and tried to move away, but Troy held him fast, slowly
reaming his cock up the tight hole. "No, Troy. I can't. I can't." For an
answer Troy pushed harder and buried half his cock into the protesting
youth.

	"A little more, Steve. Just a little more. Don't fuck up on me now,
please."

	"Take it out, Troy. Please take it out," Steve moaned, trying to free
himself from Troy's grip. But the harder he fought, the deeper he impaled
himself on the stiff prick. Troy panted as he tried to hold his lover still.
He gave his hips a final thrust and sent his cock full into the boy's
A-hole. Steve was crying like a baby as Troy hunched over his back and kept
his cock firmly planted. "It's so good, Steve. Please let me fuck you.
Please, Stevie."

	Troy held himself perfectly still and kept a firm grip on Steve until
finally the other boy stopped sobbing and began to moan more with pleasure
than pain. "Is it better now?" Troy whispered.

	"It's better, Troy. I'm...I'm sorry I spoiled it."

	Troy hugged the other boy dog fashion and kissed his neck. "Spoil it? It's
the greatest man. The best." He began to move his hips.

	"Fuck me, Troy. Let me feel you fuck me."

	Troy began the age-old motion, letting his cock only half out and reaming
in slowly, giving Steve all the time he needed. Steve's ass began to wiggle
around the slippery rubber cock. "Ream me, Troy. Really ream me. Let me feel
your fuck stick."

	The kid let out a cry as Troy began to jab it to him. His seven inches
roared in and out of the slit until his cods bounced off Stevie's lower ass.
"Take it, you fucker. Take it good," Troy hissed, pounding his partner with
all his swimmer's strength.

	"Take the rubber off!" Steve was yelling. "Take the fuckin' rubber off and
let me feel skin."

	Troy withdrew, rolled the rubber skin off his shaft, and tossed it out the
car window. He took hold of his cock and shoved it back up the hot hole.
Troy went wild. He stood up on the car seat and pounded down on Steve's ass
without mercy. "You fuckin' bugger! Take it! Take it!" Steve met every
stroke and cried out for more, shoving his ass back at his fucker. The big
car shook under the force of Troy's pumping.

	"Cream me! Cream me!" Steve pleaded. "Give me your spunk."

	"NOW! NOW!" Troy exploded. His cock poured out cream like hot piss. He
cried aloud at the pleasure of his cum, and continued pumping Steve's ass as
the jism flowed from his hose.

	Troy fell onto his fuck partner and the two boys lay panting on the front
seat of the car. Jism oozed out of Stevie's hole over Troy's softening cock.
"I love you, you little bastard. I love you," Troy said, his cock falling
from the wet hole.

	"What a mess," Steve moaned.

	"Is that all you can say?" Troy asked.

	Steve laughed. "I feel good. Shit, do I feel good. I've been fucked by you,
and now I feel good."

	"You smell like spunk," Troy said, sniffing at Steve's ass.

	"Your spunk. Your beautiful spunk. Do it again, Troy."

	"You got some tissues?"

	"On the dashboard. Fuck me again, Troy."

	Troy took the tissues and started to wipe Steve's ass. "Hold still, you
bugger."

	"Hummmm. You wipe good, Troy."

	"You fuck good."

	"You took my cherry, mister. I think I'll tell my father."

	Troy started to clean his prong. "And I'll tell him you robbed his rubbers
to get raped with."

	"Rape me again, Troy."

	Troy pulled the other boy into his arms and kissed him. "Let's get some
fresh air."

	"Naked?" Steve exclaimed.

	"Bare-ass naked." Troy opened the car door and got out. He took hold of
Steve's arm and pulled. "Come on, baby." Steve followed him out of the car.
Hand in hand the two naked boys walked onto the moonlit beach. The sand was
cold and the sound of the surf roared in their ears. The night air caressed
their bouncing cocks as they moved toward the water. They stopped when they
felt the icy ocean tickle their feet.

	"I feel free. I feel free and clean and beautiful," Steve said to the sky.
	"You are beautiful," Troy told him, taking the boy into his arms. They
kissed and their cocks entwined. "My cock likes your cock."

	"Why did we wait so long to do this, Troy?" Steve asked.

	The blond shrugged. "Because we live in a fuckin' up-tight world. We're all
afraid to express an honest emotion."

	"Not any more, I'm not," Steve said, his cock growing hard against Troy's
belly. "Do you think people will ever loosen up about sex?"

	"I don't know. And I don't care. If they don't have the sense to take the
pleasures of their bodies...fuck 'em."

	"I love you," Steve said, and the words reminded Troy of young Danny.

	"Danny told me about you and him this afternoon," Troy blurted out.

	"I was gonna tell you about that, Troy. The kid told me about the phone
call he made to you. I'm sorry."

	"Sorry. Shit, if it weren't for Danny we wouldn't be here now. I messed
around with him in the bathhouse today."

	"He likes you, Troy."

	"He likes both of us, Stevie."

	"What should we do about him?" Steve asked.

	"Not be up-tight. Understand what I mean?"

	"I think so, Troy."

	"And I think your cock is trying to tell me something."

	Steve sighed as Troy lowered himself to his knees and took his lover's cock
into his mouth. Steve placed his hands on the kneeling boy's shoulders. The
surf roared and the moon shone down on the two boys.