Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 15:46:59 -0400 From: Lee Mariner Subject: Whiskey Beach #1 WHISKEY BEACH By Lee Mariner April 2002 DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy involving homosexual relations between a man and a teenager. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ TH IS MATERIAL OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters depicted are fictional and there is no relationship intended with any person or persons living or deceased. INVOLVEMENT IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission guidelines but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the permission of the author. Copyright: 2002 -- Author: Lee Mariner -- All Rights are reserved. Mariner23502@hotmail.com * * * * * * Chapter #1 July in Philadelphia can be sweltering for a city dweller even if you work in air-conditioned offices or live in an air-conditioned home; you still have to go outside. This July the temperatures had gone over the 90's several times and I was really looking forward to taking a vacation at my place in Delaware. My name is Taylor Bridges, 6'1" 175lbs, 30yrs old and not bad looking with brown hair and eyes. I work out in a private gym furnished by the bank I work for staying in good shape. Being gay and working in the public eye has its drawbacks since I'm one of several vice-presidents that banks create for the esthetic value of several names listed on their stationary head. My department handles new accounts, estate management and trusts. New accounts are not very exciting; usually it only involves the establishing of accounts for individuals and various corporations. Working with estates and trusts can be interesting at times and the managing of estates was how I acquired a cottage in Whiskey Beach, Delaware. Estate management and trusts are connected sometimes when an estate is left in trust and the bank has the power to manage, transfer, liquidate and acquire assets that are in the interest of the trust. Occasionally we liquidate an entire trust if there is a conflict between the heirs and the courts direct divesture. It can get nasty sometimes and that it where a lot of stress comes in when dealing with irate heirs all trying to screw each other out of what their great granddaddy had left without really specific instructions. The bank is in the middle hence that's where I sit sometimes. Not all large estates being broken up have much in the way of real estate but once in a great while a really nice piece of property becomes available. That was the case in one estate we were settling where the heirs could not agree on who would get a summer home located on the ocean in Whiskey Beach just north of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. The property consisted of an octagon shaped cottage on 5 acres of ocean front property and the assessed value was $110,000. The price for ocean front property in the Rehoboth Beach area seemed low so I checked the MLS Listings for comparison values and saw why it was assessed low. Development had gone south along the barrier islands instead of north. There was a Wildlife Refuge and the Cape Henlopen State Park that would stop further development north. The banks real estate agent had sent a plat of the property with pictures and the property was isolated. An asphalt roadway ended in the sand and you walked maybe another 100 yards to the cottage. Pictures showed a neat cedar sided 8-sided building with large glass windows several of which were broken out. There was a continuous wooden deck that went completely around the building with wide steps at one point leading down from the deck to the sand and facing the end of the roadway. The entire cottage was built on heavy 6x6 pylons some 10' off of the ground. It was obvious the building had not been occupied for some time and needed work. The heirs did not want to improve or repair the property and instructed the bank that it be sold at the assessed value in "as is" condition. There was potential and the seclusion made it even more desirable too me but I didn't want the bank knowing I had bought the property if I was able. I called a friend of mine in Dover, Delaware who was in the real estate business, Phillip Couhigg of Couhigg Realty hoping he could help me since the property was in Delaware. * * * * * * Phillip and I had served in the Navy together and become close friends but we drifted apart after discharge only exchanging the usual Christmas cards with each other. His home was in Dover, Del. and mine was in Scranton, Pa. I eventually was employed by one of the larger banks in Philadelphia at its branch in Scranton and then transferred to Philadelphia and was promoted as one of its vice-presidents. Phillip was in real estate with his uncle in Dover and doing well from what I knew. He inherited the agency when his uncle died. Calling Phillip and talking with him was almost like old times and after telling him I was interested in the property and its listing on the MLS web sight, he opened it. "Boy Taylor, that's out in no mans land, I can see why it's assessed so low, that plus the damage it has sustained from what the pictures show. Your bank is listed as the seller of record in estate liquidation and you are listed as the contact for sale. Sealed bids closing next week, 10% deposit required if bed is accepted with closing in 30 days. I can submit a bid for the property and handle it through here without any problem if it's accepted. Don't you have approval of the sale?" "No the bids are handled by an outside auditing firm. The bank's real estate department will contact the high bidder and the closing would be handled with them. If you would submit a bid of $115,000 lets see if it will fly. If it does, I'll transfer the money to your company for the closing plus costs. Fax me a contract and I'll sign it and fax it back, that should be legal and cover you." "No need for you to do that Taylor. I'll bid on the property as if I was buying it. If the bid is accepted, I'll take care of the closing and then re- sell it to you. I can work out a contract of sale and finance it locally with a down payment of $20,000 for 15 years. When are you going to come down for a visit? We haven't seen each other for years, I'd like to see you and get re-acquainted." "I'd like that Phillip, it's been a long time and I sure appreciate you helping me with this. I'm tied up with this estate sale right now but as soon as its over. If things work out all right, I'll take some time off from work and come down so we can get it all finished at your end. I'll give you a call as soon as I hear what the winning bid was, hopefully it will be yours." "Sounds good Taylor, sure will be good seeing you again, can't wait for you're call. Win or lose come on down." Maybe it was my imagination but I seemed to detect a difference in his tone when he asked me about visiting and the way he almost insisted. * * * * * * Phillip made the only bid on the Whiskey Beach property, the bank and the heirs accepted. We completed the sale between us mostly by fax machine with the understanding that I would make a trip down and sign the financing papers on the weekend after the bank finished final liquidation. I asked Phillip if he would get me a motel but he insisted I stay with him since he was taking the weekend off so we could drive to Whiskey Beach and look over my new cottage. We met with the heirs for the estate the bank was liquidating and after signing off various documents relieving the bank of further responsibility and checks for the funds were turned over, I breathed a sigh of relief. The funds I needed for Phillip had been transferred and I had the final papers for the Whiskey Beach property in my briefcase. Handing the finished file to my secretary it felt like a ton of bricks had been taken from my shoulders. "That liquidation took a little more out of you then normal Mr. Bridges, you need to take the weekend off. "I had already intended on doing just that Martha. I'm visiting with friends in Delaware and you can reach me on my cell if you have an emergency that you can't handle, I'll see you Monday morning." * * * * * * The trip to Dover takes about two hours if you don't push it and take a chance on being trapped in Smyrna, the speed trap of the state. Rt.13, sometimes called DuPont Highway was the only main highway running from north to south and is usually pretty heavily traveled on weekends. Phillips office was located on the highway at the S. Governors Ave. intersection and easy to locate since he had a couple of signs advertising its location. He had told me he would be driving an Oldsmobile Bravada and I spotted it right away when I pulled into the parking lot. I felt just a little nervous and had that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach when I opened the door. You wouldn't miss Phillip unless you were blind. He was sitting behind a desk littered with papers, telephones and a computer and he hadn't changed much. His hair was dishwater blond cut very short and his blue eyes flashed the minute he looked up and saw me. "Damn, damn, damn Taylor, its good too see you," he exclaimed jumping up from his seat throwing his very well muscled arms around my chest squeezing the air right out of me. His lips were less then 4 inches from mine and the urge to kiss him almost overpowered me and from the intensity of his greeting I had the feeling he wanted the same thing. "Wow, I guess I should have visited more often Phil. You're looking real good yourself with all those muscles and no gray hair yet." Phillip was the same height as me but probably 10 or 20 lbs heavier from the look of his well-muscled frame and narrow waist. His open throated pull over golf shirt was almost like a second skin and the definition of his body was not hidden. He had always been cut and ripped and the years had not detracted from his boyish good looks. "Can't tell much from the way your dressed but you aren't no slouch in the muscle department. What did you do, leave from your office?" "I did just that and as soon as I handed the closed file to my secretary, I beat it for the weekend. I've got all the papers in my briefcase so we can finish everything up and then take a look at what you've bought for me." "Good, lets get that stuff out of the way and then you can change into something a little more comfortable at the house. The drive to Whiskey Beach is about 45 minutes. After you called and told me the bid was accepted, I sent a clean up crew out there with my carpenters and did some repair work. I had the power turned on and everything seems to be okay there. The pump for your well drew some fantastic water and I found out it had been sunk 250'. The septic system is in good shape so you're pretty lucky there. No one has occupied the place except birds and vandals for almost 5 years and fortunately not much damage. I'll show you all we did when we get there." We finished up the paper work and I followed Phillip to his house on John Clark Rd. in Rodney Village. He had a nice two-bedroom bungalow with a large living room; eat in kitchen and oversize bathroom. There was a redwood deck off of the kitchen and the master bedroom with Jacuzzi. The lot was well kept and he had the backyard completely fenced in with an 8' treated lumber fence. He told me later that his company owned the property and he paid a monthly rent that included the utilities except cable and telephone. I could appreciate the arrangement for tax purposes. He waved me in first and I pulled my MG up alongside the house where he would normally have parked. I had brought one medium size bag and an overnight case with me and pulled them out of the back seat as he opened the door. The A/C was on and it felt good but not as good as what Phillip did when I turned to ask where I should put my bags. He was standing right behind me and gripped my shoulders in both hands looking at me, his blue eyes boring into mine. "Taylor, I need to get this off of my chest and the sooner the better. I'm gay and I've wanted you ever since we were in the Navy. If there is a problem lets get it out of the way. I don't want to be pussyfooting around all weekend for fear of saying the wrong thing and pissing you off if you have a problem with it." Another load of bricks was suddenly lifted from my shoulders that Phillip was trying to imprint with the pressure of his grip. I dropped the bags beside us and ran my arms up between his locking my fingers behind his head pulling his lips to mine. His eyes showed surprise at first and then we kissed each other with a deep overpowering need that had been pent up for years. Our hips ground against each other and I could feel his passion rising to meet my own. I unsnapped the top of his walking shorts as he pulled his shirt over his head and almost ripped my shirt off of me as I pushed them down from his slim hips. An animal like groan escaped his lips as his cock sprang free and I gripped it tight using it like a handle and pulling him against me for another ravishing kiss while he stripped my slacks from me my rigid cock slapping up against the underside of his. Kicking our clothes from around our ankles we dropped to the carpeted floor not wanting to let go of each other. With the exception of the loud groan from Phillips throat we said nothing letting our eyes and hands devour and explore bodies we had seen and wanted for so long. My muscles and his quivered at every touch and we both were so nervous and excited it was difficult for either one of us to know exactly what we wanted to do first as we kissed and pressed our bodies together in an almost uncontrollable surge of the pent up lust of wanting each other. Inhaling deeply, I pushed Phillip onto his back and slid one leg up between his, propping myself up on my elbow. Exhaling, I ran my free hand over his chest. The thought of seeing Whiskey Beach had left my mind; I wanted to see what was lying next to me. Phil ran his hand up and down my back as I caressed his chest my fingers following the outline of his cut torso muscles covered by thin blond hair gathering at the sternum and descending in a thick dark line between hard ridged abdominal muscles spreading over his pelvis in a thick golden pubic bush. A thick cut 7" cock rose from the depths of the hair its blood- engorged head's single slit oozing pre-cum. Heavy balls rested in his crotch between muscled thighs with well formed and muscled calves, all very lightly covered with golden hair. A creation of Rodan lie beside me and I wanted to enjoy every sculpted muscle. I leaned my head back as Phil ran his hand over my smooth muscled chest exploring and pinching my nipples. Shock like feelings ran through me as he slid his fingers through my thick dark silky bush gripping the steel hard uncut 8" rod that reached up from its nest of hair, pre-cum flowing in an almost steady stream. It felt like an ethereal air was flowing over us as we slipped into a euphoric fog of desire. I leaned down and kissed Phil's lips softly as I drew my hips up and slowly kissed & nibbled the length of his hard muscled chest ending in my mouth taking the head of his cock with my lips. I heard him gasp and pull at my hips trying to draw me up to him. I released his cock momentarily and twisted, stretching my body out along side of him my hips at his head. Phil pushed one arm under my legs and the other over my buttock muscles pulling me closer and as his mouth engulfed my throbbing cock I took him feeling his thickness slip slowly down into my throat until my nose rested on his balls. With our throat muscles massaging the heads, our tongues washed and tasted the hard lengths that we both had wanted for so long. The thick musky masculine odor of sweat and cologne was inhaled as we both started a piston driving motion groaning as we did sending pulsing shocks coursing though each other. I knew it would only be a few short moments before we both would reach fever pitch and the churning of our nuts would spew forth gushing streams of the sweet creamy sperm we had hungered and craved of each other for so long. My cock swelled and hardened as Phillip filled my mouth with his hardening meat. We lost control and sucked each other in total lusting abandon and in an almost cataclysmic explosion we swallowed the thick life giving cream that flowed in hot molten torrents down our throats. Muscle tightening spasms sent stream after stream as we sucked draining the thick cream out of shrinking nut sacs. Sweat poured even in the coolness of the A/C as we slowly relaxed, our softening cock being gripped tightly by pursed lips sucking the last drops that lingered almost reluctantly. Drained but with a feeling of total ecstasy flowing over me, I let the soft length of Phil's cock slip from my lips and lay back breathing, deeply inhaling great draughts into my lungs. We lay alongside of each other for a few minutes relaxing enjoying the after glow of total satisfaction when Phil sat up and leaning down kissed me softly his tongue running over the closed outline of my lips. "We waited long enough for that didn't we? You were everything I knew you would be Taylor and then some." "And it took buying a house for us to find out what we already knew but were afraid to say. Why?" "I suspected it when we would be in the showers on board ship Taylor. I'd catch you looking at me and you would start getting hard but you always covered up with a towel or something and look away so I was not really sure. We both were probably afraid of being caught or making the wrong move." "That's about it Phil. I would get excited over you every time I saw you naked but I put hands off on any guys that wore a uniform. Getting kicked out for being gay would not help in getting a job after I got out and I guess you too. You'd be surprised how many times I jerked off in my office thinking about you. No one turned me on like you and I even stole one of your skivvy shirts and wore it in my bunk, I've still got it." "I hope you have washed it since then. I always thought the laundry lost it. How about we shower and then drive out to the property if you still want to." "Could we wait until tomorrow Phil, give us more time to look it over and see what we're going to do. Besides, now that we have broken through the wall, we have a little catching up to do. There is a lot I don't know about you." "No problem with that Taylor. We don't have any gay bars in Dover but we could run up to Wilmington, they have a couple there." "I don't go to gay bars Phil. It wouldn't do for a vice-president of one of Philadelphia's largest banks to be caught or seen in one." "I can understand that but what do you do when the urge hits you for some action besides jerk off?" "You would be surprised how many men you can meet in a straight bar and most of them married with just as much to lose. Besides, what's wrong with running down here when the urge hits me as you put it?" "Nothing as far as I'm concerned and the more often the better. I should have known you would have it covered. I'm freezing sitting here naked like this. You're hot but right now a shower would be better. We can have dinner at Burroughs Steak House and then hang or whatever." "I like the whatever." * * * * * * "You can never find yourself until you face the truth." Pearl Bailey