Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2020 17:00:21 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: A Beach Scare To keep Nifty stories free, don't forget to donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story includes details of sexual activity between teenage males. Anyone likely to be offended by such content should leave this site at once. A BEACH SCARE If my memory serves me right, it was during our Easter break from school when my cousin Robbie did that for me, I mean giving me my first real wank while we were in his bedroom, supposed to be playing computer games. Downstairs afterwards, when his mum [my Auntie Pat] asked him who had won at the computer games, he gave me a dig in the ribs and just said `Him, like he's very good'. Where my cousin Robbie lived wasn't far from the sea where there was a good sandy beach, sand dunes, with big clumps of tall grass to shelter behind on windy days. The summer we had after that Easter was really hot. One sunny morning, my dad dropped me off at Robbie's, meaning to come back for me much later the same afternoon. Robbie's mum had made up a pile of filled rolls, sandwiches and stuff, cans of soft drinks, all packed in a little soft bag, big enough to hold small towels & my swimmers & his. We left to walk to the beach only about 15 minutes away, with me carrying the bag and Robbie carrying a rolled-up picnic blanket for us to sit on. Both of us were in shorts, short sleeved tops, bare feet in trainers. Once at the beach, even with it being such a fine day, there was no one else in sight, maybe just because it was still early. We found ourselves a good sheltered spot in the dunes before spreading out the blanket, soon getting all our clothes off. Talking about going for a swim, lying naked side by side on the blanket, Robbie said something like "Hey, you got a bit more hair there now" leaning on an elbow, running his fingers through it. My cock hardened slightly. "Bet you've gone on wanking. White & sticky yet?" "Something like that. There's always more of it, like you said it would be." "That's no wonder. You got good balls there." He put a hand down under them. My balls were always like that, close under my cock, not hanging down. It went even harder, my skin pulling back. Looking over at Robbie's, his was stiffening, much thicker than mine. As it stiffened, I put my hand over to get hold of it. When I held it down, it was long enough to go about an inch past his belly-button. "If you like, Robert, you can give me a bit of a wank." I didn't need to be asked twice, so I fastened a hand round it, feeling like the ridge of muscle he had on the underside of it. I did it slowly, same as he did for me that time in his bedroom. Doing it for myself after that, I'd found that there was no need to grip my cock tight. A light-fingered touch felt a lot better. After I'd been wanking him for a few minutes, Robbie took hold of the hand I was using. "Not doing it right?" "No, feels real good, but maybe you could do something else for me?" Still fingering my own stiff cock, I asked him what. "Never had my cock sucked. How about you do it for me?" I thought about it. "It's clean, promise. I had a good long shower this morning. Go on Robert, try it." Still not sure, I leaned across, taking hold of his cock, licking the top of it. He gasped. "More, Robert, take it in your mouth." Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth, slowly taking it in, needing to open my mouth really wide, his was so thick. It didn't taste bad, just very warm & hard. I moved my head up & down, pushing his skin all the way back. He had a hand on my head, like trying to get more of it into my mouth. I near choked on it once or twice, needing to take some breaths before starting again. He was lying back with his eyes closed, just saying like "Ah! Go on like that." With my head down on his cock, and him with a hand round mine, we suddenly heard a dog giving a little bark, very close. Robbie sat up, his cock sticking up. I also sat up, my cock stiff. Standing staring right at us was a boy, maybe aged about 9, in short shorts, bare legs, plimsolls. He had a big black dog on a lead. Robbie shouted" You! What's your name?" In a scared little voice, he said "Timmy." "Well, Timmy, disappear quick. You never saw anything here. Got that?" The boy nodded, turning on his heel, going out of sight at a run. We'd had so much of a scare that both our cocks had gone soft. Robbie said "How long was he there? What did he see?" "Couldn't have been much, my back, you lying there, two stiff cocks. Pretty sure he's not old enough to know what we were doing, hardly likely to say anything, is he?" We carried on as before, with me sucking his cock and him wanking me off & on. To be honest, I was enjoying sucking my cousin's big cock, trying to get it as far into my mouth as I could. As I sucked, he kept a hand on my head. Going on like that, I got a little salty taste in my mouth. Looking up at him, his eyes were closed, breathing deep and blowing through his lips. As I went on sucking, his cock stiffened even more. It began jerking. With his hand on my head, I went on sucking, suddenly getting burst after burst of his spunk. It hit the back of my throat, warm and bitter. I couldn't do anything except keep on swallowing it, otherwise I would have choked. When I opened my mouth again, he put his cock back in there. I went on sucking it & swallowing until no more spunk came. I sat up. Robbie lay back on the blanket, fingering his softening cock. Mine was still hard. Once he'd got his breath back, he took hold of my arm. "Real sorry, Robert. Didn't ever mean that to happen. It felt just so good. Never had mine sucked before. You ever had yours sucked?" "No, not yet anyway. And never mind coming off in my mouth. Didn't taste too bad. All I need right now is a drink." Rummaging in the bag, I found some paper napkins to let Robbie give his cock a good wipe. We didn't put our clothes on, just drank, and ate the filled rolls, sitting there naked in the sun. As a kind of reward for sucking his cock, Robbie offered to give me a wank there and then, but I kept it for another time. It was too late to have a swim, so we packed everything up, heading back to Robbie's, dumping the stinky paper napkins in a bin we passed. Back at his, his mum asking whether we had a good time at the beach, she made us some tea before my dad arrived to collect me. Getting dressed at the beach, I hadn't put my Y-fronts back on under my shorts. They were in my pocket, with my swimmers in the other. In the car, my balls were itching. Trying to get a crafty hand down inside my waistband to give them a scratch, and not taking his eyes of the road, my dad said something like "Reckon you need a good shower as soon as we're home, Robert. Getting sand under the skin on your penis is real irritating, right?" (End) Comments welcome