Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2011 06:55:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Greg Sullivan Subject: Vacation at Sandy Hook, Part 4 Copyright 2011 by Green Eye Guy. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to Nifty Archives, to archive and display this work. All other uses are expressly forbidden unless explicit arrangement has been made with the author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work. It may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived, except for personal, non-public use, without the express written permission of the author. DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidence and is not intended by the author. This work contains homoerotic and sexual behavior between males and may not be legal for reading or publication depending on local or national laws. Therefore the reader is forewarned to read at their own risk. Vacation at Sandy Hook, Part 4 By Green Eye Guy, 2011 All I remember is driving fast. The rental car flew past scrub pines, sandy shoulder lanes and more exits than I could count. I only slowed for toll booths and traffic; nothing else stood in my way. Before I knew it, I pulled up to that familiar gate. I handed the ranger my entrance fee, and I drove up the trail toward Gunnison Beach. I hadn't even bothered to check Chase's motel; I knew where I would find him. Pulling into a spot, I grabbed everything I had with me and took off half- running toward the beach. Through the marsh and over the wooden boardwalk, I dashed across the road and past the dunes. The sand felt warm under the morning's heavy sun, but it didn't matter. All the while, I scanned the beach for him. The same middle-aged woman smiled at me, and I managed to shoot a toothy grin back at her. After all, my quest didn't preclude politeness. I finally stumbled over to the same spot where I'd sat last time, and I tossed down my towel and belongings. Without hesitation, I peeled off my shirt and dropped my shorts, breathing deeply. Then, I continued my quest. I started walking among the beachgoers, peeking over in the hopes of finding Chase. There were all types; young couples, older couples, single men, single women, all mingling under the hot sun. Some had supple amber skin; others were naturally dark and creamy. A few had seen years of sun, their skin looking like a parched leather bag. And yet, in this place, they were all one: a community of individuals who enjoyed sunning in freedom. After making a full circle, I returned to my spot to wait. I straightened the towel and sat my bare bottom down. My legs were a bit longer than the towel, so I dug my toes into the sand and wrapped my tanned arms around my legs. Even curled up like this, I could feel my dick and balls dangling between my legs, resting on the fibers of the towel below me. A few minutes went by, then an hour. I changed positions occasionally, and I even tried to read a few pages out of my book. Feeling the skin on my back sizzle, I started slathering on sunscreen. I felt like an idiot, having forgotten to apply it when I arrived. With my front side oiled, I started reaching to get my back. "Need a hand with that?" said a familiar voice, chuckling toward the end. I turned, and there was Chase standing behind me. This time, he, too, was completely nude. His body was much like I'd imagined it would be. Every part was toned to perfection without being overly ripped. His neatly trimmed pubes accentuated his gorgeous cut cock, which hung between his legs. Though his balls weren't as big as I'd dreamed they would be, they were still sizable and smooth, hanging low and swaying as he moved. "I hope the dress code isn't too formal," he added, kneeling next to me. He snapped a few times, still smiling. It broke my stare. "I'm... I'm sorry for staring, Chase, it's... It's just..." I stammered. "It's surprising to actually see me naked," he said, finishing my sentence. "I felt the same way when I first saw you yesterday." He stretched on the sand, his smooth tan body reaching from the dunes to the ocean's waves. Chase was perfection, and for the first time, I was experiencing all of him. "Now, let's get that sunscreen lathered in, what do you say?" Chase said, pouring a generous pool into his hand. He capped the bottle and rubbed his hands together before reaching out to spread the cool liquid across my back. It was incredibly sensual, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. His hands were electric, sending sparks through my nerves. He rubbed the lotion in carefully, deliberately, covering every inch of my back. When he'd gone as low as he could, he instructed me to lay on my stomach. I obeyed. He continued rubbing the lotion onto the back of my legs and calves, working it in methodically. As he traveled up the back of my thighs, it happened: I let out a low moan. It was mortifying. Here, on a public nude beach, my student had caused me to moan. And that wasn't all. I felt my erection growing beneath me, burrowing into the towel between me and the sand. Chase continued, either unaware of the moan or ignoring it. He worked the lotion into each cheek before dabbing a bit into the very top of my crack. "There," he said. "Now you won't burn, at least, not today." "Thanks, Chase," I said, still on my stomach. The raging hard-on beneath me was keeping me from turning to face him fully, but I did manage to twist my head in his direction to smile. "Not a problem!" he replied. "So, Chase, where's your towel and stuff? It can't be comfortable laying on the sand," I asked. "I left it back at the motel," he said. "All this sun: it must be getting to my head!" "Well, scoot over then. You can share my towel. It's oversized, and we might be a little cramped, but it's better than nothing," I said, shifting my weight as far over as I could. "Thanks, Jake!" he said, shuffling over to join me. The towel was just big enough to provide a barrier between us and the sand, but it did cause our sides to touch. It was glorious, but it wasn't helping my aroused state. Chase and I got to talking, shooting the breeze about literature and politics, just like the night before at the grill. It was amazing how easy he was to talk to. At one point, he turned over, sunning his beautiful butt. He had just enough padding to form a delicious bubble, but not enough to jiggle when he walked. It was adorable. "You've gotta be roasting," he said. "I'd turn over if I were you." I dreaded that moment. Though it had subsided several times, my erection kept returning as I thought about the gorgeous nude man next to me. I looked at Chase, and I leaned in. "Uh, I don't think that'd be a good idea at the moment," I said, a goofy smile on my face. Chase winked at me. "It's fine," he said. "Listen, these things happen. In fact, I caught major wood just before I came over here, and I had to jump into the water to get it down. We can go for a swim if you'd like." I chewed my lip a bit, wondering if it was in poor taste to jog down to the water with a raging erection. Especially given the fact that I was with one of my students. "I supposed it couldn't hurt," I said, turning over with my back to him. I caught him glancing down, hoping to catch a look at my hard meat. "Let's go!" I shouted, running as fast as I could toward the water. I splashed in, and Chase followed behind me. We stayed in for a few minutes, complaining about how cold it was. Chase dove under and resurfaced just as a wave passed, exposing his dripping body to me in its near entirety. The head of his cock rested at water level, bobbing in the waves. His innocence was striking and alluring; here in the water, he looked much more like a boy than a man of his nearly 18 years. Finally, my problem resolved, we returned to the towel. "Jeez, I'm freeeeeezing!" Chase said, rubbing his arms, shivering a bit. "Here," I said, scooting close to him and wrapping my arms around him. "This will warm you up!" Now, this was an interesting development in our relationship. You see, I didn't know if Chase was gay, nor did I know if he knew I was gay. Everything else could have been the happenings between two male friends. But this embrace, coupled with the proximity of my penis to his exposed ass and our entwined bodies, was certainly pushing the edge. Much to my pleasure, I heard Chase purr. "That's much better," he said, wiggling deeper into the embrace. I felt his bottom grinding against my cock and balls, and it was almost too much. A moment later, I broke the hold and rolled back onto my side of the towel. I decided then and there that it was time for me to come clean, at least partially. "Chase, there's something I should tell you," I said, feeling a knot tightening in my gut. "And I hope you won't think less of me because of it. But you should know that I'm gay, and I think it's important that you be aware of that with us being so close here on vacation." "Jake," he said, smiling. "Who the hell did you think you were fooling? A literature teacher in the middle of nowhere who is as well-dressed and eloquent as you? Frankly, the closest you ever tried to having a beard was that scruffy thing you grew during the school year." As he said that last part, he reached over and stroked my face, gently and kindly. "And you know what?" he continued. "I think you should know: I'm gay, too. It's not a big deal, and frankly, it's part of the reason I wanna get out of Ohio so badly." Oh, the irony. In my dream last night, I had to comfort him about coming out. Now, he was the well-adjusted one coaching me on how things would be alright. I smiled to myself, not just at the situation, but also because Chase was, as I'd suspected, a 'mo himself. And there we were, two gay men, sunning our naked bodies on a beach hundreds of miles away from home. I didn't think of us as teacher-and-student; I thought of us as friends. It was a risky career move, and it was something that I knew I might regret later, but after last night's hallucination, I knew I was following my heart. We stayed there on Gunnison Beach, chatting and playing around and enjoying the day for several more hours. Finally, with the sun dipping behind the dunes yet again, we started to pack up to leave. I slipped my shorts back on, but Chase opted to walk the length of the beach in the nude. I didn't protest. Carrying our belongings, we headed toward the exit. I offered to drive Chase back, and he obliged. First, he slipped his shorts back on just before we reached the boardwalk. Then, he unlocked his bike and we made the last leg of the journey back to the car. With the bike on the roof and our belongings in the back, we drove out of the park and back into Sea Bright. I pulled into his motel's parking lot and parked the car in a spot near the entrance. That was when it all started. As I fumbled to put my sunglasses back in the driver's side door pocket, Chase quietly undid his seatbelt and turned toward me. As soon as I turned back to face him, he placed his hands on either side of my head and drew me in for a long, sensual kiss. "Career versus the boy," I thought to myself. "This is it, Jake... No turning back. Pick your poison: career suicide, or thunderous heartache..." At that moment, I made my decision and gave up any chance of turning back. I raised my hands, placed them on Chase's smooth face and kissed him back. Our tongues flicked at each other, and our lips locked tightly. The kiss must have lasted only a few minutes, but it felt like a lovely eternity. When we finally broke apart, Chase was the first to speak. "This will be our secret, and no one else ever has to know," he said. I nodded, knowing that we were going to go back to his room. I removed the keys from the ignition and followed him inside the building. While he was opening the door, I pinched the skin on the back of my arm. Pain radiated out, and I knew that this time, I wasn't dreaming. When we got to his room, we dropped all pretenses in exchange for animalistic pleasure. We kissed passionately, roughly, grinding our bodies together. I tore off the few clothes he wore, leaving his t-shirt and swim trunks in a pile. He stood in front of me, entirely naked for the second time that day, and reciprocated. For the first time, our hard cocks touched; the electricity was downright shocking, and we both moaned loudly. We rubbed them together as we kissed, our hands exploring every part of each other. Again, Chase broke the kiss, whispering in my ear, "We should jump in the shower first." I whispered back, "Yes, together." In the bathroom, Chase bent over the faucet to start the water and I came up behind him, reaching around to grab his cock. I pressed my own cock against his boy hole, eliciting a long, low moan from him. "Good," I thought. "My dreams are coming true: Chase is a bottom after all!" Once the water was warm enough, we moved our kiss beneath the jet of water. As we cleaned, we continued to kiss, running our hands up and down our bodies. It was one of the longest showers of my life, and one of the best. I explored every inch of Chase, starting with the skin behind his ears and working my way down to his armpits. From there, I soaped up his hairless, tight nipples and worked my way down to his crotch. I scrubbed his legs, and continued down to wash each and every one of his carefully groomed toes. This boy was a hygiene freak, and I loved it. Once we were finally clean and the soap was washed off our skin, we toweled off. Chase took me by the hand, smiling, and led me to the bed. "This is it, Jake," he said, sitting down and pushing his body backward toward the headboard. "My fantasy is finally going to become a reality." "Your fantasy?" I said, with a playful tone. "MY fantasy is about to become a reality." I gently lifted his leg, massaging his pointed foot. He moaned, and his cock stirred. I kissed his soft soles, working my way up his ankles, shins and thighs. Finally, my mouth rested just inches from his now throbbing dick. "Chase, are you 100% sure about this?" I asked. "Take me," was his response. Again, I obeyed. His hard, warm cock head pushed into my pursed lips, and I took his whole eight inches in my mouth and throat. It was delicious. His precum was sweet and sticky, like the sugary topping on a cinnamon bun. As I swirled my tongue around his shaft, I ogled his balls with my hands. The boy was in ecstasy, moaning, writhing and grabbing the comforter with balled fists. His toes curled, his legs arched and his hips thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth with each successive suck. I continued sucking him for some time, and he seemed to love it. After a while, Chase sat up, pulling me closer by my arms. We kissed for a few, and he slowly laid me down on the bed. As his head sank lower and lower, I knew I was in for a great time. Chase's mouth was eager and experienced. This boy knew how to take my whole cock and work it. I moaned in extreme pleasure, feeling the pulses of energy throb up and down my entire body. When I began getting too close, I stopped him, sitting up and kissing him passionately. Then, he said the words I'd been longing to hear. "Jake, I want you to fuck me." "Chase, are you really sure about this?" I asked, looking into his sparkling eyes. "Yes, I'm more than sure," he said, smiling. "I don't have any condoms, though," I said, mentally plotting out a course to the nearest drug store. It was only the late afternoon and all the stores would be open. "You don't need one," Chase said, winking. "You're my first, and I trust you, Jake." "Listen, mister, you're my first, too, but I think we should do this right. It's only reasonable. I'll run out real quick-you wait here," I said, throwing on my shorts and shirt. Before I dashed out of the room, I kissed him deeply. With my flip flops in hand, I ran to the car and flew to the nearest pharmacy. I bought a pack of condoms and a tube of lube, and the cashier smiled at me when she saw my purchases. "Getting ready for some fun tonight, eh?" she asked. "Like you wouldn't believe," I replied. My purchases in hand, I ran back to the car and made it back to the motel in under 10 minutes. When I returned, Chase was still sitting on the bed, grinning. He was so cute: he was on his side, with his right arm propping up his head at a 30 degree angle. His right leg was outstretched and his left leg was crooked in a triangle, giving me a perfect view of his penis. It was still hard, pointing in my direction. "Ready for more, slicker?" I said, shedding my clothes before the door finished closing behind me. "You bet!" he said, rolling onto his back. He raised his legs, holding them up with his arms by his ankles, and showed me his tight hole. It was perfectly clean and shaved, ready for some action. After I slipped the condom on and lubed up, I lowered my head to his hole, flicking it gently with my tongue. Chase gasped, almost losing his grip on his legs. "Fuck!" he screamed. "Now THAT was amazing!!!" I sat up, looking at his beautiful face. "You ain't seen nothing yet!" He giggled, tsk-ing his tongue. "In my dreams, the hot literature professor used only perfect grammar as he screwed me." I smiled, admiring his wit. As I moved closer to him, he tensed up naturally. But with some playing and toying, his hole loosened and I started to slide in. "Wait," he said, grimacing slightly. "Let me put some more lube on." He squeezed a little more gel onto the condom, rubbing it in. I sighed with pleasure, and I made a second attempt at entry. This time, I made it all the way in and rested there for a few moments, kissing him in the missionary position. He breathed heavily, clearly feeling stretched from his first time as a bottom. "Okay, Jake, go ahead," he said, finally loosening up enough to enjoy the sensation. Slowly at first, I slid my cock out and then back in. He began moaning, grabbing at the comforter with his fists again. I sped up my pace and intensity. Before long, I was banging him hard and he was loving every minute of it. We fucked for a long time, trying out many positions. Even though it was my first time as a top, it came naturally to me; all awkwardness melted away after a few thrusts. We fucked in the missionary position, in doggy style, on our sides, over the desk, against the wall and even with Chase straddling me with his legs, holding on as I held him up in the air and continued to thrust. Before long, this new sensation took its toll on me. I felt a tingling building up inside of me, and I broke from Chase's kiss to tell him. "Wait, Jake," he said, pulling off of me. Like the dream, I was worried that my pleasure would be cut short just shy of an orgasm. "I'm getting close, too," he said. "And I'd love for you to fuck the cum out of me first." "Yes, sir!" I said, wondering what he had in mind. He motioned for me to lay on the bed, and he squatted over my cock, pressing it into him. I thrust upwards, watching him squeal with delight. "FUCK!" he yelled, probably loud enough that the neighboring rooms could hear. "I'm going to cum!" And without touching his cock, he came all over my chest, a milky white liquid. He squirted seven or eight times before collapsing onto me, kissing me intensely. Wiping up his own ejaculation, he then rolled onto his back. "Now, Jake, I want you to cum inside of me," he said. I listened to him, and I reinserted my cock. Before long, the feeling returned, and I grabbed him close. The pressure in my cock increased, and it swelled with pleasure. The tingling began to envelope my scrotum, radiating out toward my hole and cockhead. "FUCK!" I yelled, echoing Chase's earlier cry. "I'm going... I'm going..." "You're COMING!" Chase said, kissing me with his tongue again. And like that, I came inside of him. The condom filled with my cum, all seven squirts, and I moaned so loudly that I was sure the neighbors knew what we'd done. As the wave of intensity subsided, I collapsed next to Chase, kissing him. "Man," he said. "That was WAY better than my fantasies!" I nodded. "Same here!" We didn't bother to get dinner that night, as we were both more than satisfied. Once I'd stripped off the condom and we cleaned up, we cuddled close and drifted off into a deep, soothing sleep. The last thing I heard before falling asleep was Chase's quiet breathing and the cooing of a pack of seagulls flying over the ocean not far from the motel room. END OF PART 4. Now that Jake decided to follow his heart, how will his relationship with Chase affect his life? Be sure to read the shocking conclusion in Part 5 to see what happens next! Don't forget: YOU have the power to shape this story- send your ideas, suggestions and thoughts to GreenEyeGuySmut@yahoo.com!