Date: Wed, 3 Nov 1999 20:32:04 +1100
From: Stephen Rydalyl
Subject: A DEFERENCE TO DAMIEN - A IS FOR AMMAN

Disclaimer

The descriptions of ALL the characters in this story are entirely
fictitious, except the portrayal of Damien, and imply nothing about the
sexual lives of those portrayed.

A DEFERENCE TO DAMIEN
A IS FOR AMMAN
by Stephen Rydalyl

It was very early morning when Shane Amman left his house to go to the beach.
By the
time he got there, the first rays of the sun were just appearing on the
horizon. This meant he had about half an hour before his favourite place on
the beach was swamped. He did not come here to work on his tan, his flesh
was golden enough. Anyway, his favourite place was no popular piece of
sand. He hauled himself up onto the first boulder and began to climb up the
rest of the collection of smooth rocks that made his favourite place up.
They were cool, not yet touched by the heat of the sun, or any other heat.
He stood atop his vantage point and had a look around. He saw no one and
nothing. He sat down and watched the sun's slow progress. I appeared as if
it too were climbing. However, when it reached the top of it's climb, it
would simply go back down again, as slowly as it had climbed. His reason
for climbing the rocks was different. He stood again and slid his 501
cutoffs to his ankles. Underneath them , he wore nothing but a pair of
Calvins, the dead expensive ones. He ran the tips of his fingers along his
waiting cock. It was getting impatient. He put those same finger tips
underneath the waistband and drew the elastic along the length of his cock
and hooked it underneath his balls so that his cock was fully out. It was a
marvelous organ. It had seen the light of day this way many a time before
now. He gave it a little pull on it's foreskin, to release it from the
head. He let it go back to lying there while he had another look around, he
ran his fingers through his hair. He looked down at his cock, it was
hardening. he loved to watch it grow to it's full length and thickness.
Sometimes, he was surprised he could get his hand around it. His right hand
wrapped itself around the golden shaft and he began to caress the fully
engorged member. His left hand held his position on the rock as he began
the first of many slow wanking movements with that hand. His powerful
biceps twitched at the familiar activity. He began to feel that feeling.
The cool breeze blew across his cock head, catching the precum that had
formed there. His piss slit went cold because of it. It all began to add
up. His strokes became more powerful, more determined as time went on. His
nuts tightened, the long haul was here, though it was shortened by furious
pumping. He quickened his strokes as his need for release became too much
for his control, the control he used to prolong the moment as long as
possible. His pumping became urgent, and then cum flew. It spurted from the
end of his cock and landed on his smooth hard stomach and all over his
right hand and wrist.
He let his left arm bend at it's elbow and he lowered himself onto the
still cool surface of the rock. His eyes were closed but, as he laid his
head on the rock, he discovered he had an audience. He spun round onto his
stomach, hitting the rock with his still hard cock onto the rock and
spraying cum onto it's smooth surface. He took in his audience, a tall blond
haired boy, not blond like his sun bleached hair but blond all the same.
The boy was wearing no top, though half a t - shirt could be seen hanging
out of the boy's shorts, not the only thing hanging out of the boy's
shorts. The end two inches of a hard, and obviously long, cock poked out of
the left leg of the shorts. His legs were naked except for ribbed
white socks. On his feet were boots, by Umbro. His gaze returned to
the sight of his naked torso. It was well muscled, two firm pecs above six
well defined abs and another two coming through. He raised himself onto all
fours on the rock, his cock hard up by his stomach instead of swinging
between his legs.
"Hi", the topless boy said," I'm Damien".
"Shane, Shane Amann".
"I thought I recognised you, shame you didn't do that on Home and Away".
"I'm Damien, Damien Keogh".
"Keogh, that's Irish isn't it".
Damien nodded in response.
"That means you fuck like a rabbit".
"Well, not quite. I could show you how I fuck though". Damien rushed
forward and got behind Shane before he had a chance to turn around. He
pulled Shane's Calvins down to his knees and pushed his own shorts down.
Shane realised what was about to happen and had not tried to turn around.
Damien brought his erect cock to bear on the beautiful blond babe's bubble
butt and pushed it up him. Immediately, he began to take what he wanted
from the Australian stud. Damien rode him savagely, Shane loving every
moment of it. After a couple of minutes, the young English stallion  blew his
wad into
the Aussie colt, and the Aussie covered the rock in another fresh load of hot
white boycream.
Damien pulled his long cock out of the boy's arse and felt it slap up
against his firm stud stomach. He sat down on the rock next to Shane. Shane
rolled over and was forced to lie down: no-one gets up straight away after
a Damien fuck. Damien watched the sun, now fully up over the horizon, it's
beams hitting his face. Shane lay panting on the smooth rock. Shane raised
himself to sit next to Damien, he put his arm around the powerful shoulders
of the English boy.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Well, you could come for a swim, naked".
"Sure". The two put their clothes back on to aid dismounting the
rock. They ran to where the waves were running up the beach and stood facing
each other. Damien began , he pulled down his shorts. Shane did the same
but then took off his trainers. The boots were off next and then the socks.
Soon, they were both naked. Erections, that had never really faded because
of the horniness of their owners, rethickened. Shane walked up to Damien
til their cock's touched. Shane grabbed hold of the massive member that had
filled his arse only minutes before and led Damien by it down into the
water. It was cool, but not cold. Shane dived in and swam out a little way
to the first place he could not put his feet down and stand. Damien
followed, he fixed Shane's position and dived, making for him. Shane
expected him to jump up and splash him or to put his mouth around his cock.
Damien had other ideas. He went for Shane's knees. He wrapped his mouth
around Shane's right knee and began to suck. Shane reached down into the
water and pulled Damien's legs up, out of the water so that the English
studboy's feet were over Shane's head. Shane buried his head between the
two wet buttockos and stuck his tongue out. Damien released the knee and
got himself free. He surfaced, mainly for air, but then kissed Shane fully.
He then turned away from Shane and floated himself on the water, face down.
Shane took what he thought was his cue and jumped atop Damien, bringing
him
vertical. Shane then slid his big Aussie cock into Damien and began to fuck
him. Damien had never been fucked like that before, neither in the water or
like that before. As Damien reached the peak, he let go his cum into the
water. Shane settled for Damien's rippling gut muscles and came all over them.
The two floated there, Damien atop Shane who took on the position of a
lifeguard rescuing a drowning swimmer. Shane examined the shoreline, soon
people would be arriving, not just any people, but surfers!.


To be continued.......

Feedback
If you like what you've read, and want to comment, write to me at
Rydalyl@hotmail.com.
If you have suggestions for any particular letters of the alphabet
(especially Q, Z etc, which are
hard to designate for) , or wish to see Damien involved with particular
celebrities, drop me a
line.
You can also write straight to Damien himself (he lives in London r/t): and
tell him what a
horny little fuckboy he is. He answers all mail when he can:
damienkeogh@hotmail.com.