Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 11:52:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sandy Hook, Ch. 7

This is a story of an unusual relationship between two men. If you are
under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex
between males sex is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story,
please leave. This story is completely fictional, as are all of the
characters. While the characters and their story are totally fictional,
some of the places mentioned really do exist.

For those of you who are reading my story, Billy and Danny, under College,
I assure you that this is a very different tale. I originally wrote this as
a short one-chapter story. One of my friends from the Nifty Six (Tim)
thought the ending was contrived and urged me to make it a darker
ending. The new ending opened up all sorts of possibilities and turned it
into a longer story. Thank you, my friends, fellow writers, critics,
editors and e-mailers. I hope all of you reading this have as much fun with
it as I had writing it. The guys in this story are into being safe because
they want to live a long time. So should you.

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are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at
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Saturday

Corey

I woke up wrapped in two strong, loving arms. I had no idea where I was; I
just felt this wonderful masculine body pressed against me, holding me,
protecting me. I just lay there for a few minutes, enjoying a feeling I had
seldom felt. I've only had a few boy friends, but I never felt this good
waking up with one of them. And then I remembered.

Shit, it was Parker. I didn't mean to fall asleep, to spend the night. I
eased out his grip and slid out of the bed, pulled on my clothes in a hurry
and quietly slipped out of the room. I stopped at the small bedroom he used
as an office and found a pen and a piece of paper. I looked up at the
clock. Seven-thirty. I wrote him a note and left it on the kitchen counter.

'We're going to the beach today, Georgie. I'll be by to pick you up at
ten. Be ready. You might want to shave before we leave. You're getting a
bit of stubble.'

I drove to the apartment and knew before I got to the door that I didn't
want to go in. I could hear the screaming inside. When I first moved in,
there were so many nights Jack and Anne had kept me awake with their
incredibly loud fucking. More and more it's been their incredibly loud
fighting. They can spend hours screaming at each other over nothing. But at
eight in the morning?

"So the little whore finally made it home. Find a nice cock to sleep on
last night?"

"Jack, I don't know what problem you and Anne have right now, but leave me
out of it. I just want to shower, change and get out of here."

"Sounds like Corey was out all night and didn't get any."

"Or maybe he got more than he bargained for, Jack."

"Just lay off, bitch. Fight with Jack all you want, but leave me the fuck
out of your shit."

Jack swung his arm and backhanded me across the face.

"Don't you talk to my woman that way."

I went into my room and slammed and locked the door. Damn, that stung. The
fighting immediately resumed between Jack and Anne. I stripped and got into
the shower, letting the hot water run all over me, mostly over my head,
trying to drown out the yelling. My mind began to wander. I was thinking
about how nice it was to wake up in George's arms this morning. Well, not
George's arms, just somebody's arms.

I've got to get out of here. I just can't stand this atmosphere any
more. Jack hits Anne plenty, and she hits him back a lot, but today was the
first time he hit me. I suppose I could go back home, but that would mean
going back into the closet. And after the big independence day speech I
gave when I left, I don't think I could go crawling back. I wish I didn't
work in such a small office. If I worked for a big company, I could post a
'Room Needed' notice on a bulletin board or put an ad in the company
newsletter. I sure as hell can't afford a place on my own with what they
pay me at the bank.

My beach blanket and chair were in the trunk of my car. I just had to
repack the knapsack with more appropriate beach stuff. I was back at
George's, ringing the bell at five to ten.


George

I woke up with Corey in my arms. Oh, what a magnificent feeling. He just
felt so right. After a few minutes, he began to stir. He snuggled up
against me. Again, paradise. Then, he apparently awoke enough to realize
where he was and whom he was with. He slid out of bed and took off. I
reveled in my luck and drifted off into sleep, dreaming of the beautiful
boy I had slept with.

I got up around nine and went downstairs to put the coffee on before taking
a shower. His note was on the counter. I hadn't dreamed it. He'd spent the
night. 'Corey, you can do anything you want to me today on the beach, just
please spend another night.'

I had breakfast, showered, shaved all over as he 'suggested' and got ready
for our day at the beach. At almost ten, the doorbell rang and I went to
let him in. I opened the door and Corey was standing there with a black
eye.

"Shit, Corey, what happened to you. Who did this to you?"

"What do you mean?"

You've got a black eye."

He looked in the mirror in the foyer for a minute.

"No big deal, get over it, George.'

I made him sit down and got some ice from the freezer, wrapped it in a
linen napkin and held it against his eye. He never said a word, so after a
while when the ice was practically melted. I gave up.

"You still want to go to Sandy Hook?"

"Yeah, Georgie."

"Then I'll drive. You just relax."

"No, I'll drive."

"Oh, cut the crap. I've got EZ-Pass and you don't. So the tolls are a lot
easier and quicker in my car than yours. You don't always have to be in
control. Plus, I want to know how you got that black eye,

We were all they way to exit 117 forty minutes later before he spoke up.

"Jack and Anne are a pretty volatile couple. They fuck like animals. And
they fight like them, too. When I first moved in, it was mostly
fucking. And while it kept me awake, the sound of their fucking helped me
get off too, now and then. But lately it's been all fighting. And I can't
get any sleep. This morning, Jack hit me for the first time. I don't think
I can stay there much longer."

"Corey, you've made it clear you don't like me. But I have a place with a
couple of guest rooms. If you ever find that you need a place to stay while
you sort out your life, I've got room for you. No strings. I mean it."

"Don't worry about it, Georgie. I'm on top of it."


Corey

Yeah, right. I'm on top of this like he's the president of the bank. We got
to Sandy Hook, George paid the $10.00 and we headed for Gunnison Beach.

"See George, if you'd let me drive, you could have saved $10.00. I've got a
season pass."

"It's no big deal, Corey. So what kind of torture do you have in mind for
me today?"

"You're so paranoid, Georgie. I told you that after your workout yesterday
afternoon I'd go easy on you today. Just relax and enjoy a day on the
beach."

We parked and walked to the beach and settled in at the same spot we met on
Sunday. We spread out our blankets, set up our little beach chairs, got out
books and bottles of water. We stripped and spread lotion all over each
other, then lay down on our bellies on the blankets and started
reading. After about 45 minutes, we switched to sitting in the chairs
facing the sun and reading.

"I'll be right back. I gotta go to the dunes to pee."

I got about twenty feet away, the quietly snuck back. I was only two feet
behind him holding my dick about a foot over his head when I let loose.


George

I heard Corey's footsteps disappear behind me. Ten seconds later, I felt a
hot stream of fluid hit the top of my head, soaking my hair, flowing down
the back of my neck. Instinctively, I turned around and caught a glimpse of
Corey aiming his dick at me just as the stream of his piss hit me in the
face. As I scrambled up out of the chair, he hosed down my back and butt. I
leapt forward away from him but tripped over my feet and fell in the
sand. He stepped after me and continued to empty his bladder on me,
laughing as he was pissing.

"I guess you're not into water sports, Georgie."

"That's disgusting, Corey."

I was lying there soaked from head to toe in his urine with sand caked all
over me.

"Take it easy, Georgie. I was just thinking it was about time for a dip in
the water to cool off. You can wash off as well."

So he grabbed my hand to help me up, wiped it off on my towel, of course,
and headed toward the water. I didn't have much choice but to follow. My
hair was soaked and I reeked of piss. Of course, he led the way through the
most crowded spots on the beach. People stared, a few sniffed the air. We
finally reached the water. The water at the northern Jersey Shore is
usually pretty cold in late June, but we had had a cool, rainy Spring, so
it was very cold. Absolutely no one was in the water. And we were at a
point on the beach where you had to walk at least 50 yards out into the
water just to be waist deep.

"I don't really think I need to cool off, Georgie. Why don't you go wash
off while I wait here and just get my feet wet."

I started into the icy water slowly and it was torture. So I ran as fast as
I could into it until it was over my knees then dove headfirst into a large
wave. I rubbed my hair to get the piss out of it, then bent over and dipped
my head in the water again, rinsing it. Then I rubbed my hands all over my
body, trying to rub all of the piss and sand off. I squatted, shoulder deep
in the water quickly for one last rinse and started for shore. Corey had
turned his back to me and was bent over, pretending to be doing stretching
exercises, but actually, very deliberately exposing his hole to me. While
submerged in the cold water, my dick had shrunk to the size of my thumb,
but as soon as I was in shallower water facing the show in front of me it
began to grow. By the time I was within a couple of feet of Corey's
beautiful butt, I was hard as a rock, facing everyone on the beach.

Now, guys do occasionally get erections on this beach, but usually when
they are lying down. And they just roll over to hide them; they don't get
up and parade them around.

"Hey, Georgie, it looks like you enjoyed your dip in the water. Let's go
back to the blankets."

With that, he grabbed my hardon in his right hand and led me back through
the crowded areas, gently squeezing it over and over again to keep it at
full mast. The gay guys loved it. The straight women seemed to like it too,
some blushing, some giggling, but all of them staring. The straight guys
tried not to notice.


Corey

I can't believe how much fun it was pissing all over George. I'd never
tried anything like that or even given it much thought, but I loved it. He
didn't seem to, but maybe it was just the shock. And I had just as much fun
showing off my ass to him as he was coming out of the water. I was hoping
to turn him on, to embarrass him in front of the crowd. But I was hoping
even more that my ass would turn him on because his cock really turned my
ass on. Seeing that pole standing out in front of him made me warm all
over. I grabbed it and led him back to our spot. I just loved the feel of
that thick rod in my hand.

"It was bad enough I was hard all the way across the beach, you didn't have
to lead me that way."

"But it was fun. Hey, I've got the dog leash in my bag. Later on I could
hook it to your cock ring and take you for a run up and down the beach. I
wonder if you could keep up with me, old man?"

"I guess I'd have to, wouldn't I?"

"If you wanted to keep your equipment you would. But I promised to be nice
after your performance yesterday, so maybe I'll just take you for a
walk. In the meantime, I'd better put more sun block on you. It's supposed
to be waterproof, but you were scrubbing yourself pretty rough in the
water."

I had George lie face down on the blanket while I covered him from neck to
toes, and then rolled him over to do the front. His fat dick was standing
tall. I covered his legs first, then straddled his hips and sat down with
his thick log pressed into my ass crack. I did his arms and shoulders,
sliding up and down a bit, letting his dick slide along my crack.

"Keep that up and I'm going to cum all over your ass, Corey."

"You do and you'll lick it off, Georgie."

"I wouldn't especially consider that to be punishment."

I rubbed up and down along his dick with greater speed and intensity as I
finished up coating his chest and belly. I felt his already thick dick
begin to swell. Just as luck would have it, his first shot hit right
against my hole, the next several all up and down my crack. I got up on my
knees, clenched my cheeks together so as not to lose any of his stuff and
swirled around, backing into his face.

"Okay, Georgie, clean it all up."

As I sat there on his mouth, enjoying the tongue action he was giving me, I
was facing the rest of the beach. No one was anywhere near us and nobody
seemed to be paying any attention to what we were doing. While I loved the
attention his tongue was paying to my hole, I moved up and down, making
sure he cleaned up all of his jiz on my ass. I looked down and saw he had
quite a bit on the head of his dick, which was still half hard. I didn't
think guys his age were supposed to be able to keep it up that way. Since
no one was watching, I decided to give him a treat. I leaned forward and
took the head of his dick in my mouth and licked off all of his remaining
cum. Knowing that head and that cum had just been right against my hole and
were now in my mouth really turned me on. I hadn't cum yet, but I had plans
for later.

"God, Georgie, you just came and you're hard again. I didn't cum, so I at
least have an excuse. What do you say I get out the leash and we go for a
walk? Maybe we can walk off our hardons."

"Whatever you say, that was fantastic."

I clipped the leash onto his cock ring and we started out.

"You see, Georgie, it's a good thing I keep you shaved. That clip would
probably catch and pull your pubic hair, if you had any."

As we walked through the crowds to the edge of the water and turned and
headed down the beach, I was thinking about what we'd just done and that
beautiful fat dick of his and got an idea for tonight. We were in a section
of beach that was pretty much gay and the guys seemed to enjoy the cock
ring-leash thing. Some straight couples we passed seemed a bit surprised,
but people on a nude beach, whether straight or gay, are a pretty tolerant
group.


George

Corey rubbing his ass against my cock was one of the most exquisite
feelings I've ever had. And when I came, I had no problem with his
demands. So what if it was my cum? I've ingested plenty of it over the
years. But it was his ass. He could have sat on my mouth for a week and I
wouldn't have complained. And when he cleaned off my dick with his mouth, I
thought I might come again. So when he hooked me up to the leash and we
went walking, I didn't care. It's a nude beach, for God's sake. No one
cares. At one point, we passed a couple of snobby queens I'd know slightly
for years.

"Hey, George, finally turned slave?"

"Damn, look at the two of you! When was the last time either of you was in
a gym? That's why you'll never be going home with someone like this", I
said, nodding my head toward Corey.

"Nice comeback, George," Corey whispered. "Those two are really jerks."

By the time we got back to our spot our skin was telling us it was time to
leave so we packed up and headed toward the parking lot.

"How about we stay in and order pizza again, George? There's something I
want to see on TV and something I want to try."

"You know a steady diet of pizza will kill you Corey, but I guess twice in
one week can't hurt. Sure, whatever you want."

We got back to my place, dropped our stuff, called in the pizza order and
went up to the huge stall shower off my bedroom. We showered together, a
non-sexual but very erotic shower, cleaning all of the lotion and sand off
of each other's bodies. We'd just finished drying off when the doorbell
rang. I ran downstairs and looked through the peephole: the same pizza
kid. I grabbed a twenty from my wallet and opened the door. He wasn't
shocked this time as I gave him the bill and took the pie, but his eyes
widened as he looked past me. As I closed the door and turned around, Corey
was only a couple of feet behind me, naked and hard.


Corey

Again we sat at the counter in the kitchen, naked, eating pizza and
drinking beer. It was beginning to feel routine.

"So what have you got in mind for tonight, Corey? Remember I'm a little bit
sore so you might want to leave out the National Guard."

"Take it easy, George. The other night I noticed a TV in your room. Do you
have a VCR there, too?"

"Yeah, Corey, I do. What did you want to watch?"

"Well, I know you were kind of busy, George, but you probably noticed I
taped all of the fun we had at the reservation yesterday. I haven't had a
chance to watch it, but I thought that you might enjoy it, too."

So after we finished eating and cleaning up, we went up to his bedroom. We
were already naked and I gave him the tape as I crawled into bed. He popped
in the video and he crawled in next to me and we snuggled. The first scene
was a bit amateurish, with the kid filming me fucking George. Then, when I
took over the camera, it became a little more steady, alternating between
dicks fucking George's mouth and asshole, occasionally zooming in for
close-ups. We just lay there, playing with each other's hard dicks,
watching and remembering. And I counted. Including me, seven guys fucked
George's ass. Eight fucked his face and four came in his face.

"Great job, Georgie! Damn you've got great holes. Others think so and so do
I. You make me really proud and really horny. Plus, you've got a great dick
that I haven't been properly appreciating."

George

When the video ended, Corey got up off the bed and went to his bag of
tricks. Upon his return, he tied each wrist and ankle to a bedpost. I was
beginning to think he might be thinking of beating me when starting sucking
me instead, making me harder than I could believe. He turned again and sat
on my mouth, begging me to lick his, tongue him, open his ass. Then he
unrolled a condom over my dick and gave it a good dose of KY. He turned
around and positioned himself over my stiff rod, then slowly lowered
himself. He gasped as the head went in, and waited for a minute. Then,
without warning, he plunged down, engulfing my dick completely and, after a
few seconds to adjust to the feeling, he began thrusting himself up and
down my cock. He went wild, forcing my dick deep within him. I came in just
a couple of minutes knowing that I was at last experiencing my fantasy,
fucking that beautiful boy. Corey was stroking himself and came all over my
chest. He scooped up the cum with a finger and alternately fed it to me and
to himself.

By the end we were exhausted. Corey untied my arms and legs and cuddled up
along side me. I wrapped an arm sound him.

"Can I stay here with you tonight, George?"

"You know you don't have to ask."