Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2006 08:51:39 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: Beach Tales - 4/16 (Encounters) ---------------------------- BEACH TALES by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 written on October 23 rd 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Brian ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "BEACH TALES" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- CHAPTER 4 - NEVER SAY NEVER "The only thing I don't like about our job, boys, is that every few days we have to move to a different city. We never have the time to find a girlfriend," Tomaso says to his friends. "You feel horny, don't you?" answers one with a smile. "Well, he is the youngest; he still has hot blood...." another says. A third one adds: "But the other day there was that boy making googoo eyes at you. I bet that if you asked him, he would at least have given you head!" "God forbid!" Tomaso exclaims, "I'd rather cut it off!" "Oh, Come on! You mean that when in the army you never took ten bucks to let a man give you head? We all did it, I would say...." the fourth of his colleagues says while all the others laugh. "No. Never. Not even if they promised me a mountain of gold!" Tomaso protests in a determined tone, "To say the most, with a man I'll shake hands, and not even that for very long." "Come on! When you were a kid you wanked with your mates, didn't you?" "No, never!" "And how did you learn, then?" "Well...nothing...one day I saw my brother doing it so I also tried, that's all. But I swear on my mother's head, boys, with a guy I.... And besides, it won't even get hard so I wouldn't even be able to cum...." The break over, the five colleagues start back to work. At six PM they stop, take a shower, change their clothes, then part, making a date for that evening at suppertime in the small hotel that their company booked them into. Tomaso wanders around the small seaside town and does some window shopping, but above all looks at the pretty girls going around in their scanty swimsuits that tickle his erotic fantasies. Happily his baggy trousers and his tight briefs hide the hardons that he gets frequently. He looks at his watch - it is time to go to have supper. He goes back to the hotel, sits at his usual place, near one of his colleagues. In front of him, until yesterday, sat an aged couple, on the side towards the corner wall. Now there is nobody. The other three colleagues sit at a table at their side, on their left. They chat merrily and start to eat. The hotel owner comes in with two more guests and sits them in the two empty places in front of Tomaso and his colleague. They are a young couple. She is breathtakingly beautiful. They exchange greetings. She sits in front of Tomaso, on the chair in the corner between the two walls. Tomaso is not able to take his eyes off her. She talks with her man, flirtatiously. Tomaso continues to stealthily look at her. The young man buttonholes them, then also the girl follows suit. Tomaso has the feeling that she is looking at him with a certain interest. He instinctively tries to impress her.... If only she didn't have her boyfriend sitting at her side.... They are eating the vegetables. The young man is busily discussing sports with Tomaso's colleague. Tomaso says with a smile, "Excuse me...but I don't remember your name...." "Marzia. But I didn't mention it before. What's your name?" "Tomaso, with just one m." "A nice name..." she says with a smile in her turn which makes him melt. They are now at the fruit course. Her boyfriend peels her an apple. She puts her arm around his waist. Tomaso would like to be in the place of that young man. She smiles at Tomaso, who answers with another smile. And suddenly he feels her foot brushing his calf. Tomaso gets worked up. She did it unintentionally, he tells himself to calm down. In fact her foot moves away. They drink their coffee, say good-bye and leave, the girl always half embraced by her boy. "Holy shit, guys...." Tomaso says to his friends, "Did you see what a piece of stuff sat in front of me? And how she was throwing me glances?" "Come on! She is with her boyfriend. What gave you the idea that she was interested in you?" "No, no, she also played footsies with me," Tomaso proudly answers. The others seem not to believe him. The following morning at breakfast, the young couple is already seated at their table. They chat amiably, as before. The light glances playing between Tomaso and the girl start again. The young man starts to get aroused. Her foot caresses his calf for a few seconds. He looks at her, she smiles but moves her eyes away. At supper they are ending the first course, when Tomaso feels her foot, now bare, clearly massaging his calf. This time, he has no doubt; she is doing so on purpose. He feels he is blushing but tries to seem indifferent. "I'm curious about your job... how it comes you are here? What do you do?" she asks while her boyfriend chats with his colleague. Tomaso answers with verve and wit... and feels her foot going up along his leg, teasing the interior of his thigh, going up further... slipping between his thighs... landing on his fly. Tomaso's food goes almost the wrong way. But he spreads his legs a little and pushes his pelvis forward somewhat. The girl, with the sole of her foot, massages the turgid swelling, under the long table cloth that hides everything. "... and are you skilled in the use of your tools, Tomaso?" "Well... I have lot of experience..." "I would like seeing how you use them, do you know?" "Nothing so difficult, you too could use them without problems, if you wanted to try..." During dessert, Tomaso is near cumming. He is excited, but luckily she pulls her foot away. He is really worked up - she is game, and how! If he could just meet her in private... He is about to go upstairs to his room, as he passes in front of the restaurant's toilets. She is standing there, alone, and smiles at him. "Your boyfriend?" Tomaso asks almost in a whisper. "He is inside... I'm waiting for him..." she answers looking at him in a provocative way. "Do you know you are beautiful?" he whispers gallantly. "You too. I like you..." she murmurs and looks at him as if she wanted to undress him with her eyes. "If it were just possible..." he says. "Yes... tomorrow morning... at breakfast... I think I'll give you a little nice surprise..." she whispers. "What?" he asks interested. "You'll see. You have to just pretend nothing is happening... and don't wear anything, under your trousers." She says in a low, warm voice, with a sly smile. He rejoices, is about to say something but the sound of flushing comes from the toilet. "Go now... he is a little jealous." she says. He smiles, nods and goes upstairs. He tries to guess what she has in mind. She asked him not to wear his shorts. She surely cannot reach his dick with her hands. Does she want to feel it with her bare foot? He opens his trousers and she... well, better something than nothing. Under her boyfriends eyes... It is arousing. On the following morning, Tomaso does as she asked him - he wears his overall without anything under it. He gets hard just at the idea of what is about to happen. He checks himself in the mirror... If he is careful how he walks and moves, it is not so obvious. He goes downstairs for breakfast. The young man is already at the table but her place, in the corner, is empty. Slightly taken aback, Tomaso sits at his place. "Isn't Marzia coming down this morning?" he asks somewhat disappointed, but trying not to show it. "No, no, on the contrary - she went out before I came down. She went to get a perm..." the young man says quietly. At that moment Tomaso feels two small warm hands on his thighs. He has a jolt - she is under the table... waiting for him... that's why... He looks around to see if the others noticed his start, but it seems that nobody is looking at him. Also Marzia's boyfriend is animatedly talking with his colleague. He feels the sweet hands sliding towards his fly, her body wedging between his legs. Completely worked up, he spreads his legs as much as he can without risking a touch on his colleague and feels her slipping between them. He looks at the long table cloth and sets it better. He pushes his pelvis forward. Her hands are opening his zipper... Now Tomaso began to understand what surprise she was talking about. She wants to give him a blowjob, and right under the eyes of her unaware boyfriend! Her sweet hands pull out his already erect pole and his balls, and finger, fondle them. Tomaso continues to throw glances around, tense, excited, and is almost unable to swallow his breakfast. Her hands lightly caresses his genitals, and then he feels soft lips on them, a little tongue lightly licking up and down... He shudders. God, what a little whore, he thinks, but pleased. Her lips gird his glans, tighten on it, and slip over his rod for all its length, clear to the hilt. Tomaso is about to emit a pleasurable moan and just barely succeeds in holding it back. She is really skilled, very skilled... She is now bobbing her head in rhythm, while her little hands caress his testicles, his groin, his pubis... Yes, she really is skilled... Who knows if she also swallows, when giving head? Oh God, what splendid sensations... Marzia's boyfriend asks him something. He has his mind elsewhere, and doesn't understand. "Sorry, what was that?" he asks. "I asked you if you feel OK... You are making a face..." "What? No, yes, I feel very well... I really feel well." "Ah, then it is possibly just the heat of the day..." the young man says. "Yes, it's hot... it's really hot..." Tomaso gasps and meanwhile he thinks: 'If you knew what a nice job I'm getting right at this moment... a hot job!' It is not only the skill of those lips on his member, but also the weird, erotic, and dangerous situation that incredibly arouses him. And he feels he is near bursting, he has to control himself. It is the crucial moment, the most difficult, the most beautiful, that he will never forget. He feels a shudder all at once, and stiffens not to betray himself, he would like to caress that small head under the table busy in his lap, pushing it against his pubis, but he knows he can't and he ostentatiously keeps his hands on the table top. Now... he is about to... now... oh God... it's too beautiful... too much... he has to control himself... oh... now... yes... God! She is drinking it all, the little whore! She is sucking out his soul even... His heart beats like mad... his sight dims... It's over! He draws a contented breath, almost collapses in his chair, feels the warm hands putting his tool back in his trousers and shutting his zipper... It's done. Fucking hell, what an incredible orgasm! Marzia's boyfriend stands up: "So then, see you this evening, boys... Oh, hi Marzia! Your perm looks really nice; you look great with it." He says smiling and looking towards the door. Tomaso almost jumps up and turns back bewildered - the girl is entering, a wide smile painted on her lips, takes her boyfriend arm in arm, and the couple leaves the restaurant. "What..." Tomaso exclaims with a choked voice. He turns again toward the table without understanding. From underneath comes a boy with a cunning smile on his lips. Tomaso exclaims: "What the fuck..." his face red. Then, as he understands, becomes furious and is about to jump at the boy. His colleague interposes and the others, who drew near with a little mocking smile on their lips, burst into laughter. "So then, Tomaso... still convinced?" "You did not die? Will you cut it off, now?" "Never, boys, I swear, never!" another one mocks him, while the boy silently steals away. "It would not even become hard, you said..." another laughs. "You are... you were... it was all arranged by you!" Tomaso then says, turning pale and falling into the seat of his chair. "Come on, the world did not end, did it? Just two lips... they were just two lips, weren't they?" "Don't make that face! You have now one more experience..." "It's you, with your swearing, that led us into temptation..." The other customers look at the group of workers without understanding what is happening. Tomaso looks at his mates, one after the other, in their eyes, slowly, deadly serious... Then he too burst into laughter, an almost hysterical laughter, and he laughs and laughs, until tears flow, almost folded in two. He calms down little by little, slowly stands up. He again looks his coworkers in their eyes. He then says with a cheerful tone: "Well, boys, we better go now, or we will be late for work." His colleagues smile and nod in assent. The five men leave the hotel together, arrive at their work place, and Tomaso murmurs to his mates, with a funny expression: "And just think that I have to work all day long with not even my briefs on..." ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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