Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2013 02:39:11 -0500 From: Bud Writer Subject: Beach Bulge 1 The following story contains graphic scenes of of male/male sexual encounters between characters both above and below the age of 18, including scenes of incest. If these subjects do not interest you, or if it is not legal for you to read this story, I ask that you leave now. The author does not condone abuse in any of its forms. This is a story of pure fantasy, meant for the enjoyment of adults, and not a reflection of the author's views on real-world issues. With the disclaimers out of the way, please enjoy the first erotic story I've ever written! Declan, A Boy – Slim and smooth, a little smaller then the average boy. He's just an innocent kid who wants to have fun at the beach. Richard/Dick, A Dad – 35, 6'1", beefy, muscular, hairy, huge round bulge in his white speedo. A devoted father, sports enthusiast, and budding thrill seeker. He'd rather die than let any harm come to his boy, but once his blood starts pumping and his interest gets piqued...well, as long it's not hurting him, it could be cool.... Samuel, An Open-Minded Guy – 37, 6 ft, smooth gym body, his bulge is mostly his huge bullballs that weigh down his rainbow speedo. He's not the type of guy to suggest doing something bad, but he's also not the type of guy to opt out of the fun. Mike, A Veteran – 42, 6'1", not as thick as Dick but still ripped and hairy, his long cock makes sort of a sideways bar bulge in his navy blue speedos. 'Uncle Mike' is a veteran boy hunter. His cock rules his mind, and his boys. Tom, A Lover – 40, 6'3", huge muscles with a bit of a belly, semi-hairy, with an alluring oval bulge in his classic red speedos. A career linebacker, it's only now that he's discovering his illicit but touching feelings for boys. Kent, An Idea Man – 30, 6'2", slimly muscular, dusting of hair, an aromatic squish-bulge in his blue and white checkered speedos. There's a lifetime's worth of fantasies in his head, and he won't rest until he's done them all. Richard Banham sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. It was still too big. He'd tried all the techniques he could, shifting it around, shifting his hips back, wearing a long t-shirt; he even went out to the early morning stores and bought a few more pairs to try on, but nothing helped! His bulge was still just too big in these speedos. It was the middle of beach season, so all the cabana stores were out of board shorts, and he was forced to pick from a selection of form-fitting speedos. Too bad they fit his form a little too well. He didn't mind flaunting his body. 6 foot 1, 210 pounds of hairy muscle; he knew he was a hot sight, and he'd been looking forward to showing off at the beach a little for months now. But he didn't want to show off this much... Never in his life had Richard been embarrassed by his thick cock or bull balls, but even the dirtiest whore would blush at the sight of his cock and balls curling around each other in his speedos to form a huge, round bulge. It stuck out at least four inches from what should have been a relatively flat surface. The sides of the speedo cut up too, so it was closer to a thong than the boxer-brief style swim trunks he was used to. It was obscene! He'd be arrested the second he stepped out from the hotel lodge. There wasn't much he could about it though. It was either this or no beach. Richard looked at the mirror, modeling the white speedos from different angles. They would have to do; at least with the white pair you couldn't see any outlines. Maybe people wouldn't even notice. His watched beeped, 7:30 am. Time to wake Declan up. Hopefully his little guy wasn't super groggy; he was up all night, too excited at being so close to the beach yet unable to play to be able to sleep. It had taken a lot of cuddling for him to fall asleep, and hopefully it was enough to keep him going strong until his afternoon nap. Richard's round bulge led the way out of the bedroom, swaying and bouncing as his thick thighs brushed back and forth. When he looked into hotels around the beach, he tried looking for a place that wasn't just a shitty two-bed hole in the wall. Even though it was just him and Declan, he wanted space for his son to play, and space for himself so he's not tripping over all their shit. It was a blessing when he found the vacation lodges. Two bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen, and a sizable living room with pull-out beds under the couches for when Declan needs to nap. Who cares if they were made for bigger families, having all this play space for Dec was more than worth the price of such a large space. Richard stopped in the doorway to his son's room. He'd really grown into his role as Dad, but there were still moments like this where he becomes breathless with how much he adores his baby boy. Declan was fast asleep, sheets kicked down from the unaccustomed heat of the beach town, little toes twitching in the open air. His hair has the perfect bed-head mess, and he was sleepily sucking his thumb. Richard knew he should start trying to break his boy of the habit, but it makes him look so cute that he'd never gotten around to it. He walked over to his son's bed, and crouched down. The foreign sensation of crouching in an already skin-tight material made him look down. If his bulge was obscene before, now it's just straight up pornographic. His tree-trunk thighs were framing it to the side instead of supporting from beneath, so his bulbous bulge hung down and out even more. Richard had achieved a look that other men require cock rings for. If someone looked at him from the back, Richard knew they would see his beefy, hairy ass testing the limits of his white speedo, with a huge round sphere visible from between his thighs. Make it a photo set, and he could probably send Declan to college with how much money all the horny gay men of the world would throw at him. Now wasn't the time to think about that though. Richard scratched an itch, his balls unused to the tight material, then stroked his son's downy-soft hair, touching his little ear and button nose to slowly wake him up. "Declan, sweetie, it's time wake up." This was always a good way to start his day. It took a few minutes to rouse Declan from dream-land, and Richard would never get tired of watching it. There was a lot of squirming and yawning, little stretches, and soft grunts as his Dad's thick fingers poke and prod and pet him awake. When Richard was finally met with bright green eyes, he gave his little boy a big grin. "Nng, Daddy?" "Yup, time to get up buddy. Gotta get ready for the beach, remember?" The blinding, sleepy smile that his son flashed him would melt his heart if it wasn't in a constant squishy state around his boy already. "I'm gonna go make some breakfast, so go wash your hands, okay?" He ruffled Dec's hair one last time before hoisting himself out of his crouching position, remembering too late what he's wearing. It's a good thing Declan is a tiny boy in the middle of a big bed; with Richard's thighs right against the bed, his crotch swell hovered right over one of the pillows. He resisted blushing as he watched his son's smiling eyes slide down his face, over his hairy pecs and stomach, and rest curiously on his bulging meat. Luckily he just giggled at the weird sight and rolled to the other side of the bed, running to the bathroom. Richard's sigh of relief made his ball-bulge jiggle. Breakfast goes by smoothly. Declan's so excited that he doesn't even notice that his cereal is store-brand, he's too busy gabbing to his Dad about what they'll do today. There's more than a little milk being thrown about, but Richard is all smiles as he wipes faces and tables every few minutes. "-and then we can build a big sand castle! And go swimming! I wanna swim in the ocean, Daddy. Think there are any sharks? What if there are SHARKS at the beach, Daddy?" Declan laughs, more amused than scared at the thought of there being sharks in the water. Richard chuckles along as he cleans up the dishes. "Sharks like the deeper water, but you never know, maybe they'll wanna come play too. They come anywhere near you bud, and Daddy'll punch him right on the nose." "Right on the nose!" Declan parrots. "Yup, right on the nose." He gives Declan one last wipe down, stroking his now clean cheeks. "Okay, Dec, time to put your swimsuit on. Your Mom sent some new ones along with your normal pair, so pick whichever you want." "Okay Daddy!" Declan was off the chair and racing to his room. Daddy had already set them out on the end of his bed, so he looked through the new ones Mommy packed. There were three new pairs, and two of them were colorful swim trunks just like his old pair. But when he tried them on, they were too big! They'd just fall off, and then Declan would be mooning the entire beach. The boy giggled at the thought and moved on to the last pair. This one was a lot different! It was light blue, and looked like it was made of rubber. He picked it up, feeling the soft and smooth material. It looked like it might even be smaller than the undies he had right now. "Daddy?" Declan called. "What is this?" Richard was in the middle of packing beach supplies, but he knew better than to leave Declan alone with unknown objects for very long. "What is what?" He asked as he walked into his son's room. Declan held up the small piece of lycra, and Richard laughed at his son's confused expression. He had seen speedos in kid's sizes that morning, so he thought it would be a fun surprise for a boy who loved to dress like his Dad. "Those are speedos, baby. They're the type of swimsuit Daddy's wearing." Declan's eyes flicked down to his father's monster bulge, eye-height for the boy, before looking back up and smiling real big. "You mean we get to match?!" "You bet, bud. Well, maybe not in everything..." Richard chuckled to himself, but Declan had already stopped paying attention in favor of changing. He had slipped his superman undies off, but was having some trouble coordinating his feet to step into his new swimsuit. "Here baby, let Daddy help." Richard leaned down and took the speedo from his son, opening up the leg holes and holding them steady. Declan used his Dad's thick forearm to balance himself, and once both feet were securely planted, Richard brought the swimsuit up and shimmied it around, making sure it was comfortable. Speedo secured, Richard dragged his finger against the edge of the material along Declan's small thighs. These were cut pretty high too, just like his white pair. They might even show more skin than Declan's underwear, and they definitely hugged his ass more. He must have gotten them a size too small...but Declan was already looking pleased as punch at matching his Dad, so what could Richard do? He planted a sloppy smack right on his son's cheek before going back out to the living room to finish packing. "Pick out which pair of shoes you want to wear to the beach and your towel, kiddo!" He called out over his shoulder. The boy poked at the small lump where his penis pressed against the speedo and giggled. Silly Daddy, it looked like there was a watermelon in his swimsuit or something! It was a bit of a struggle, but Richard finally got their beach station set up for the day. It was early enough for most families to still be back at their hotels getting ready, so finding a good spot was easy. Walking there while carrying chairs, umbrellas, blankets, toys, and a cooler, all while holding Declan's hand to make sure he didn't trip in the loose sand was a much more difficult task, but Richard wasn't called Super-Dad (with a super bulge) for nothing. Speaking of his bulge, Richard was surprised he hasn't gotten any dirty looks yet. If anything, it looked even bigger in the bright sunlight, but most people around the hotel and on the beach haven't seemed to notice. Even with the beach only sparsely populated by the early-morning crowd, he could see a handful of other men wearing speedos, so hopefully he blended in with everyone else. "Daaaddyyyyyy." Richard's survey of the surrounding families was cut short by Declan petulantly toeing the sand. The pale boy had been firmly told to stay underneath the umbrella until Daddy could slather him in sunblock. The waves and warm sun were calling to the boy though, and he wouldn't wait around for Daddy to finish something as boring as just looking around. "Sorry, buddy. Let's get you ready for the sun, huh?" Richard took out the huge bottle of sunblock from the beach bag and got down on his knees. It was quick work; Richard's large hands could easily circle a leg each, so all it took was a few trips up and down the boy's arms and legs, with some quick pinches to his perky butt to make Declan giggle, and he was halfway done. Declan laughed even more when Dad greased up his chest and back. Daddy's hands were like baseball mitts to the boy, large and calloused. He started on Declan's back, finger teasing the edge of the speedo and dragging up, over his son's tiny shoulders, and down his chest. When the rough hands caught on his tiny nipples, Declan got a little knot in his stomach. Feeling his Dad's hands run over his nipples and down to right above his thingy and back up made him feel warm and happy. Richard patted his son's tummy once he was done. There must have been a bit of a breeze, because Declan's nipples looked stiff. Weird. "Time to do your face. Close your eyes and stay still, baby." This was usually the hardest part. His son was partial to giggle-fits, so he had to rub in the lotion fast, thick fingers swabbing over his eyes and nose and rubbing his ears as Declan's body started to shake from barely restrained laughter. Once it was all rubbed in, Richard kissed the top of his boy's head. "Time to do you now, Daddy!" Declan squealed. "Yup, you wanna do my back for me?" Richard already knew the answer to the question though. It was the same anytime they went to the pool back home. Declan wouldn't want to lotion Daddy's back when there were funner places to put his greasy hands. "Nooo, Daddyyyy," Declan whined playfully, "Your front! Can I do your front?" His tiny hands were already resting on the giant slabs of muscle on top of Richard's chest, fingers curling in the dusting of hair. "Sure thing, baby. Hold your hands out." Richard squirted as much sunblock as Declan's hands could hold. It was more to keep him occupied than to actually help out Daddy. While his son was busy with his chest, he could focus on getting the rest of his body primed for a day of sun. As Richard rubbed in the oil through his body hair and into his muscles, Declan played with his Dad's huge chest muscles. He slapped his hands onto the big muscles, splattering sunblock and eliciting a laugh from father and son. The boy started rubbing the lotion in, feeling the solid muscles and soft hair that he loved so much. Richard took immense pride in his body. His large muscles were earned through a lot of hard work and sweat, so he appreciated anytime someone looked twice to check out his body, and especially when they ogled his pectoral muscles. They were a point of pride for Richard, but also a point of amusement for Declan. The Banham men have always been an affectionate group. Richard never wanted for affection or praise from his father, and he's the same way with Declan. Kisses and cuddles are a daily occurrence. Anytime they snuggle together on the couch or in bed, Declan always ends up pressed right against his Daddy's pecs, and his curious little hands always reach out and start playing with the hair. Playing with the hair evolved into feeling the warm skin over curved muscle, and it become a big game once Daddy started flexing his pecs, making them dance and bounce. It was a good way for father and son to bond. Declan got to laugh and giggle with his Dad, and Richard loved the feeling of paternal strength it gave him. Nothing was better than luring his son's small hand to reach into the crevice between his bulging pecs and trapping it there, muscles powerful enough that not even using all of his boy muscles to try to get his hand out would work. That's the game they were playing now. Richard focused mainly on making sure he was covered, only giving a half-thought to bouncing his pecs right in his son's face. Declan was having a field-day with them. The lotion made them slippery and hard to hold on to, and he delighted in finally being able to slide his hand out of Daddy's pec-trap. The man was still only half-paying attention when he felt the familiar tickle of his son's hand in-between his pecs and gave no thought to springing his trap. Man and boy both had a hearty laugh when Declan was able to slip his hand right out of the slick crevice. "Wow, good job, Dec! Finally got your hand out by yourself!" Richard laughed as rubbed in the excess lotion dripping from his chest. He could see that they were both too eager to finally start having fun, so he forwent trying to coordinate how to do his back in favor of swinging Declan up into his arms. The boy almost slid right out, prompting some quick maneuvering so they wouldn't start out the day with an ouchie. The sunblock was the highest SPF Richard could find, so it went on thick and greasy. Even in the shade of the umbrella, they both glistened like two big glazed hams. When he stepped them both out of the shade, he could tell they'd be thankful for the protection. The sun had only been out for a couple hours, but it was already on the toasty side of warm. It felt beautiful though, especially on his bulge. Richard looked down, past his son who looked like a cat basking in the rays, to see how badly his bulge stuck out. Now that he had moved around in the fabric a bit, it had lost some of it's factory fresh in-elasticity and was sticking out even more. The white was a perfect choice, though. It reflected so much of the bright sunlight, it was hard to tell exactly how far it bulged out, but Richard knew it had to have grown at least a half-inch in length, maybe even reaching out to five inches. A cloudless day might be the only thing stopping the lifeguards from giving him an earful. Staring right at it wasn't gonna be any help in trying to act discreet, especially now that Declan was starting to look down too, to see what had captivated his father. He gave his boy a wiggle to distract him. "What do you wanna do first? We could go into the water, or we could build a castle, go for a walk and see if we can find any shells..." "Castle! Let's build a sandcastle, Daddy. It can have a Prince, and a King, and a moat..." It wasn't a very good castle. Richard had been worried about high tides creeping up to their towels, so he chose a spot closer to the parking lot than the ocean, which meant there was only bone dry sand to work with. Taking Declan down to the surf to get water to moisten the sand would just mean Declan getting distracted by the ocean, and he certainly couldn't leave his boy alone, so they just had to make do with sand that crumbled easily once it was out of the bucket molds. Declan was light enough that he could scamper around the perimeter of the castle without disturbing anything, but Richard needed to take very slow and measured steps to avoid being a rampaging monster. It was making for an awful lot of awkward situations. Declan had taken to treating his Dad like an overpass anytime Richard stood up in a wide stance for balance. He would bend down and scurry between the two muscular thighs whenever they were spread, but he wasn't very good at judging clearance. All too often, meaning every damn time, Richard could feel his son's head brushing along the underside of his taint and bulging balls. It was...well, it was starting to feel a little erotic. The combination of warm sun on his crotch and Declan's soft hair brushing along an erogenous zone was starting to be a little too much. After the umpteenth round of 'run under dad', Richard finally picked a spot where he could reach the entire castle's territory and squatted down. This perch had it's own share of problems. It was right in front of the up-and-coming north wing, home to the many bits of shell that found their way past the tide-line, so it was a high traffic area for Declan. Now the name of the game was 'earthquake', as anytime Dec slowed down enough to stand between his Dad's legs, he'd poke and pinch them until Dad complied and waggled his thighs back and forth, bouncing the silly boy between them. Being a bouncing boy on unstable sand, it frequently lead to Declan falling back and using the lewd sphere to cushion his back so he wouldn't fall. Instead of a constant brushing against a sensitive area, now it was pressure on and off his cock. He could only stand a few innings of earthquake before he needed to move. Richard had no need of awkwardly explaining to his son why Daddy's speedo looked like it had a steel pipe in it. There was almost a disaster as Richard stood up and walked opposite the direction his son was headed. Too distracted by trying not to chub up, he forgot the fact that it's up to him to keep track of where his son is going, because Declan sure wasn't paying attention, and the two smacked into each other right at the castle gates. Maybe a chub would have been better, because all that happened when Declan ran face first into his father's rounded bulge was being sprung backward like a trampoline from all the soft meat held together by the white speedo. It was only years of football that prevented Richard from fumbling his boy right into the sandcastle. Many were impressed during his heyday by how agile he was while remaining a bulky presence on the field, though only one man was witness to his feats today. He saw the bounce, and Richard's ensuing quick acting as he reached out and curled a big paw protectively around Declan's head, saving the castle from destruction, and his son from a tantrum. He looked on curiously as Dad and Son smiled and laughed at the accident, seemingly unaware that Dad was holding his son's head mere inches from his rotund bulge that, from this angle, looked positively monstrous. Any closer and the boy would be nuzzling up to a lewd paternal package. The scene was interrupted by a seagull landing on the tallest spire, breaking the fragile tension holding the dry sand together. 'Huh', the guy thought as he scratched his checkered speedo, 'well whaddya know about that.' There weren't nearly as many tears as Richard expected there to be. Declan's interest in the sandcastle had been waning, The sand didn't stay together, making the castle look more like a series of tall lumps, and playing with Daddy was always more fun anyway. There were a few tears at the sudden shock of a big seagull flying in, but they were quickly whisked away by Daddy's rough thumb, and Declan spent the next few minutes happily held against Daddy's sun-warmed chest. The suntan lotion covering both of them made it feel funny. Usually when they cuddled, Declan lay relatively still, the only movement being his hands gently playing with chest-hair; but because they were both so slick, anytime Richard squeezed his arms to cuddle his son closer, Declan slid up or down, needing more squirming and adjusting to try and get him back into position. The warm knot was back in Declan's tummy. They were cheek to cheek, nuzzling each other in a moment of tenderness. Daddy's soft body hair against his smooth slick skin, the slight rasp of stubble against his face, warm minty breath ghosting down his neck and chest, tickling his little nipples along with the chest-hair, the warm sun on his back...he was already flushed from the heat and activity, but Declan still felt his face grow warmer. His head started to swim, the world going a little fuzzy as he smelled suntan lotion and sweat, and felt his little dick respond. He even panted quietly, young body ready to fall into the warm haze, but Daddy had other plans. Richard looked at his son's half-lidded eyes and goofy smile, and gave him a bounce. "You fallin asleep, buddy? I thought we could take a little walk and look for some pretty shells, maybe hop in the water, but if you wanna take a nap..." That certainly snapped Declan out of his trance. "Nooo, no nap yet. I wanna find shells!" Richard laughed and set Declan down before he could squirm loose and fall. "Need anything to drink before we go walk?" An excited head-shake no. "Okay, put your wet-shoes on and we can go." While Declan was busy fiddling with the straps of his shoes, Richard cleaned up the area a little bit and picked out a good sized bucket for Dec to hold while they went shell hunting. As he picked it up, he looked down at his speedo to check the situation. Between the heat, physical activity, and the plump-on he had just a few minutes earlier, he was starting to push five and a half inches of spherical meat bulge. He fingered the handle of the medium sized bucket. Fuck! It was just big enough that he could probably hang it right on the swell of his cock bulge. Wouldn't that be a shocking site? Walking down the beach with his arms swinging lazily while his son's shell bucket hung on his impressive speedo-curve all by itself. There'd be just enough room beneath the bottom of his swell for Declan to store any sea shells that caught his eye. Each deposit would mean his tiny hand brushing the bottom of his balls, on the exact spot he swiped with his head earlier. Richard's nuts tingled just thinking about it. The tingle was enough to bring him back to reality. Declan had just finished the second shoe and hopped off the chair, taking a few seconds to get used to the new balance. He beamed up at his Dad once he found his sand-legs. "Ready, sweetie?" Richard held out a big hand, making sure his son had a good grip before helping him navigate the recently crowded beach towards the surf. He'd have to pick a closer spot tomorrow; dealing with the dry sand, and now serpentining through umbrellas, towels, and other sandcastles just wasn't worth protection from a high-tide that might not even come in. Trying to navigate for both Declan and himself was getting frustrating, so eventually he just put the water bottle he brought into the bucket, grabbed both of his son's hands and held him up front, his long strides reaching the beach quickly. The timing was good too; a wave was just crawling up the shore. Richard grinned evilly and lowered his hands, dunking Declan's feet right into the chilly water. The boy screeched in shock and amusement. He let go of his Dad's hands and jumped back, head resting on something large and warm for a second before the the water retreated back to the ocean, a happy boy following in the drying wake. He spent a few minutes playing playing chicken with the waves while Dad dutifully held the bucket. It took the man loudly searching for sea shells in the wet sand to draw Declan's attention back to their plans. It was a relaxing walk. Declan spent most of the time holding his father's hand, fingers curled around one thick digit. They took turns holding the bucket after Declan dropped it in pursuit of a shell being dragged out by the tide. While Declan spent the whole time with his eyes looking down, deciding which shells were pretty and whole enough to be taken home, Richard spent half the time watching after his son, and the other half finally getting a good look at the whole beach. It was a really good choice of beach to come to for a vacation. It was so long a beach, you could hardly see the ends on either side through the light haze of ocean air. The sand was perfectly sun-bleached, with enough small dunes scattered about to make it look picturesque without compromising ease of access. The water might not have been clear-blue like in the tropics, but it was a beautiful deep green that made it look just as inviting. The changing huts, bathrooms, and outdoor showers all looked recently updated. He was glad an old football buddy had recommended it to him, citing three consecutive years of perfect vacations. A bunch of large families, a smattering of college students enjoying a free summer week, and various single-person parties made for healthy mix of beach goers. There was a good vibe going on too. Children made fast friends, and there wasn't a family in the whole beach that wasn't happy to keep an eye on Johnny while Mom and Dad went for a quick dip in the ocean. Even the college students were joining in, sharing kites and beach balls with their new young friends. Barring any extreme circumstances, Richard was more than happy to make this the new Banham Family Vacation spot. The only surprising thing was the trend in swim wear. Maybe an important executive from the Speedo company shelled out the money to update the beach or something, because there were so many speedo-clad men he almost thought he was in Europe. No one seemed to be batting an eye though. It was a huge relief for a man carrying as big a bulge as Richard was. If they were the normal choice for this beach, there'd be less of a chance for someone to stare at him long enough to see through the optical illusion of his white speedos. Shells clattered together as Declan made another deposit into the bucket, and Richard used investigating the new haul to check out his bulge one more time. He couldn't help but notice that, as far as he could see, no one's bulge was as big as his. There were a few that came close, especially the low-hanging swell in a pair of rainbow speedos back closer to their homebase. As embarrassing as the lewd thing was, Richard was still proud as hell. About ten minutes of walking later, they reached a break in the constant line of umbrellas. It looked like there had been a pretty big bonfire there recently, so the families on either side parked a good distance away so their little ones wouldn't wander across any burnt wood or cigarettes. There was also a big collection of shells that the last high-tide had deposited. It was the ideal place to stop and rest for a bit before making the return trek with a bucket full of goodies. Declan seemed to have noticed as well, because he dropped to his knees and began picking through the assortment of sea debris. "Daddy, Daddy, look! There's like a bazillion shells. Think there are any shark teeth? Or hermit crabs?" Declan hardly heard his Dad laugh and tell him to stay put for a minute, too absorbed in the treasure trove. It seemed like twenty boy-minutes, which was only about two normal minutes, before something else caught his attention. "Lose something, little guy?" Declan stopped his beach-combing and looked up at the strange man. He was standing with his hands on his hips, blocking the sun with his body. The haloed light was so bright, Declan couldn't see his face clearly at all. The man shifted his hips slightly, drawing Declan's attention to the blue and white checkered speedo; except for the color, it looked just like Daddy's! The boy wondered why they both had such rolly-polly swimsuits. It sure did look funny. As his eyes lingered on the checkered bulge, the stranger did something strange. He hunched over, and thrust his hips forward a little while widening his knees. What a weird thing to do! It took a few seconds for Declan to realize he was staring, and had quite rudely not answered the man's question. "Oh, um...no, I'm looking for shells..." He pointed to the half-full bucket next to sitting a few inches away. The man moved out of the way of the sun and crouched down. Now that Declan could see his face, he could see he had a big friendly smile. He reminded Declan of all the nice older teenagers back at his school. Daddy had moved them to a small town after Mommy left, and all the grades were in one big building. It had been scary at fist with so many bigger boys around, but they were really nice! All the teen jocks took pride in protecting younger boys from the handful of mean bullies, and quite a few of them were also signed up for the daycare class that functioned as the town's best childcare option. The man had the same handsome smile and friendly eyes that all the sporty teens had. Declan smiled back innocently. "That's a great selection you have there," the man said as he rooted around in the sand for a second. "Whaddya think about this one?" He asked, holding out out a dusky orange cockle shell for the boy's inspection. Declan's eyes lit up. "Oh wowie! It's so pretty! Can I have it, please?" The man laughed and dropped it in the bucket. "Sure, a pretty shell for a pretty boy." Declan blushed a little, and laughed along with him. "My name is Kent, by the way." The man flashed another handsome smile. "I'm Declan." "Nice to meet you, Declan." Kent winked. They started picking through shells together while chatting. "So, Declan, what's your faaavorite part of the beach?" Kent asked teasingly. "Hmm," the boy thought for a second. "Everyone seems really nice! And there are a lot of swimies like the one my Dad and I are wearing, it's funny." Declan was too distracted by the shells to notice Kent was leering at his boy speedo, eyes following the curve of his butt and trying to scope out the tiny button lump of Declan's dick. "Yeah, I noticed that, bud. Lots of speedo men, for sure..." Richard smiled to himself as he walked away from Declan and towards the trashcan on the other side of the bonfire. His son was so intent on sorting through every shell that it didn't matter if he heard his Dad or not, he'd be focused on the task for way longer than it would take Richard to dispose of an empty water bottle. As he got closer to the firepit, he almost had a painful accident before one of the Dad's at a nearby umbrella warned him of the real reason why they had parked chairs so far away. Apparently, besides leaving a bunch of cigarettes stubs littered about, a group of college guys got wasted and left a bunch of broken bottles. The lifeguard service had cleaned up as best they could, but there were still little pieces of green glass in the sand. The warning was just in time, now that Richard was looking at the sand instead of the trashcan, he could see he was only a few steps away from a glittering patch. It took a little longer than he'd like to navigate the glass field, and he was pretty sure he'd seen a not-small amount of lube packets in the sand, but Richard reached his goal. It was still better than carrying an empty bottle all the way back to their spot. He turned around and immediately narrowed his eyes. Some punk was kneeling next to his little boy. It was moments like this the lead Richard to be a bit of an overbearing father; he couldn't leave his sweet boy alone for one fuckin second before he got himself into a potentially bad situation. He was about to rush over there, minefield of glass be damned, when the stranger tossed a shell into the bucket and made Declan laugh. He could see his son's body shaking body and huge smile from here, so maybe the guy wasn't that bad. Plus, Richard would be able to watch them the entire walk back. So he walked back carefully; wouldn't be able to rescue his baby boy if he had cuts all over his feet. That didn't stop him from quickening his steps once he was clear the glass, though. Didn't matter how nice the guy looked, Richard felt too anxious at having a stranger near Declan unsupervised. "Hey buddy, who's your new friend?" He asked. The man stood up as Richard got closer. He looked him over. From far away, he thought he might have been a college student, but up close he could see the man was only a few years younger than Richard's 35 years. A bit taller, but not nearly as wide, a swimmer to his own footballer's body. He was in-vogue with the rest of the beach with a speedo, sporting a bulge that wasn't by any means small. If Richard wasn't now used to the sight of his own huge round speedo, he'd be a little shocked it. "Daddy! This is Kent. He found some real pretty shells!" Richard's eyes softened at Declan's sweet joy, but he slipped back into Stern Daddy face when he turned to Kent. He saw a ghost of a smirk on the man's face as his eyes swept up his legs, rested on his obscene bulge for a second, then continued up. He offered his hand and a smile. Strong handshake, and he maintained eye contact without appearing aggressive. Hmn. "Nice to meet you, man. Sorry about trying to babysit you're son. Just wanted to make sure he didn't wander too close to the firepit, some fu...ah, boneheads left a bunch of broken glass up there, didn't want him to get all cut up." Kent explained. Ah, well, that did it for Richard. Kent seemed like a stand-up guy! The two men shot the shit for a few minutes, Declan happily shell-hunting at their feet. "So what brings you to Barball Beach?" Richard asked. "A buddy of mine has been coming down here for years now, so this year I decided to tag along and see what all the fuss was about. Had a great day yesterday, and today looks like it'll be the same." "Same with Dec and I, but today's our first day. Seems great so far, probably the friendliest beach I've ever been to." Kent laughed. "Yeah, that's what my bud says, that all the guys in town and on the beach are as friendly as can be. Oh, speak of the devil, here he comes. Must have taken too long on my walk." Richard looked over and saw there was indeed a man walking towards him. He seemed a good deal older than Kent, and a lot hairier. He was wearing a speedo too, blue, with what looked like a long trunk for a dick. He walked like a man on a mission, though he slowed down to a more friendly pace once he got a good look at who his friend was standing with. "Sorry Mike!" Kent hollered. "Got caught up on some seashells and made some new friends." "S'alright," he said when got to them, "Just wanted to make sure you didn't get distracted and dragged out to sea." "Yeah, yeah. This here's Richard, and his son Declan." The boy looked up when he heard his name, smiling at another new friend. "Hey there, bud." Mike took a knee when he waved hello to Declan, earning him some instant brownie points from Dad. "Nice to meet ya, man." He said to Richard. "I was just tellin them about how you recommended this place because of the friendliness." Kent explained. "Oh yeah, this place is perfect. Friendly, great weather, great food. Plenty of stuff to stick your nose into, if you know where to look." Mike winked roguishly, the other men joining in for a laugh. "Oh, great! We'll be here all week, so it'll be nice to not have stay in to play every night. Any suggestions?" Mike and Kent shared a quick look. They had a lot of suggestions, but didn't know how well most of them would be received. "Depends on what you're into. Off the top of my head, there's a couple mini-golf courses, lots of kid-friendly shops, think there's a petting zoo around somewhere... " "Isn't there a big playzone arcade and restaurant around here?" Kent interjected. "That place is great, yeah. I've went a few times myself. Their dining area has a great space for adults, good bar-staff and always a couple games on the TVs. Of course, there's plenty of fun for the little guy there too." "Better not tell me that they play football on those TVs, or we'd never leave." Mike laughed and gave another wink. "Then I guess I better keep my mouth shut." The three men started talking about their favored football teams. They were all from different parts of the US, so they kept the rivalry talk to a minimum. None of them wanted to be the one to sour a budding vacation friendship. A few minutes later, while Kent was relaying one of his favorite miracle touchdown stories, Richard spied the rainbow-clad bulge that he noticed earlier making his way down the beach. He couldn't help but notice that it jiggled slightly with each step. Kent's story must have caught his ear, because he stepped out of the path that most of the beach traffic had been walking and approached them. "Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt, I couldn't help but overhear...are you talking about the '04 game between the Twisters and the Riders? With the front flip into the end zone?" The three men sized up the new-comer. Around the same height and age as Richard, but totally smooth. He even had a nipple ring in, much to the Richard's distaste. Kent and Mike were eyeing him like he was invading their territory or something. Richard and Mike liked other teams, so the appeal of having another man to gloat with over triumphs was enough for Kent to move over a little so he could comfortably slot into the group. "Yeah, man. These two are idiots and missed it, so I'm trying to tell as good a picture as I can. Hope you can remember some of the finer details." The man hesitated as he moved to join the group. "God, this is an awkward question, but I'm here with a bud of mine and he's been kinda down lately, so is it okay if I invite him over too?" The three other men looked a bit unhappy about that. None of them wanted even more strangers near Declan. Plus, five guys standing around talking football for longer than any of them actually wanted to was the exact kind of daily bore they were on a vacation from. "Believe it or not, he was actually there at that '04 game on the bench. Spent a couple seasons on the Riders." There was appreciative murmur from Kent and Richard, but Mike still looked grumpy. He thought having some wannabe-celebrity around would really put a damper on things, maybe even attract a bunch of unwanted attention. The man saw Mike's expression and sweetened the deal. "He can also bring over our cooler. Fully stocked with beer, we already got approval from the lifeguards for it." Oh what the hell, beer will keep things interesting, and it's not like the guy was gonna be a popular quarterback or anything. Mike grunted, and nodded at Richard. "Only if there's water or juice or somethin for my boy." Richard tilted his head at Declan, who was now sorting through his bucket, tossing out the seashell he no longer thought were good enough. The man looked abashed, not realizing the little guy was there. "Lots of water in the cooler too for sure, maybe some juice. Should only take us only about five minutes to get back. Thanks a bunch, it'll mean a lot to the guy." He jogged away, ass jiggling a little in his rainbow speedo. They all watched him go for a second before talking about him. "Hope that wasn't a bad choice..." Richard mumbled. "Guy didn't even introduce himself." He glanced down at Declan. Even on a crowded beach with plenty of lifeguards and other parents, it still made his stomach squirm to think about men he didn't know near his son. Kent and Mike seemed fine, but they were still new, and two more was pushing it. Hopefully the football guy wasn't a brash jock type; he'd frighten Declan and sour the entire vacation. "If it gets boring, we could just drink the beers and try to help little man find some more shells." Mike offered. "Yeah, shell hunt!" Declan said happily. "Could even be nap time soon, ya never know." Kent laughed. "That's true! Dec makes a great excuse to get out of awkward social calls, that's for sure." Richard agreed. "Daddyyy! No nap-time, I wanna find more shells!" Declan whined petulantly. Richard leaned down and ruffled his son's soft hair. "Don't worry, bud. It'll only be pretend nap-time. Then back to shells." Declan didn't look convinced. As far as he concerned, it was super rude to threaten nap time in the middle of so much fun. "Tell ya what, just tell us anytime you want help with sea shells, okay bud? Then we'd be too busy for naps. I'm sure Kent and Mike would love to help too." The two men loudly agreed, causing Declan to smile. With Daddy, Kent, AND Mike finding shells, they could fill the bucket real fast! The adults all stood around silent for the next two minutes. They didn't want to continue the conversation without the two new guys, so they just stared out at the ocean and hoped things wouldn't be too awkward. The man came back with his friend just when he said they would, jogging lightly so that his rainbow bulge was bouncing quite a lot. His friend was carrying the cooler by himself, holding it up on one huge shoulder. The man was taller than all of them, with bigger muscles too. It was obvious that he used to be a professional linebacker. He was the only one of the now five men that had a belly, a fact that made the three standing men feel a little better about themselves. At least he was wearing a speedo, life-guard red with an outrageous oval ballooning out. Richard smirked; his bulge was still bigger. There was something enticing about being in a group of men all clad in speedos. It made him feel like he already fit in at Barball Beach. It was nice. The linebacker set the cooler down none too gently, eliciting a bunch of clinks and clanks. Declan finally looked up from his bucket and stared at the two new-comers. He hadn't paid much attention to the rainbow man before, but so many new men in speedos, one even carrying a large cooler, was finally enough to catch his attention. "Hey, on the way there I realized I hadn't even introduced myself. I'm Samuel, and this is my buddy Tom." Rainbow-bulge said. "No way, Thomas Pratt, No 52?" Kent asked, recognizing the man's face. "Yessir, but just call me Tom." The big man had a slight southern drawl, no surprise from someone who used to be on a good ol southern football team. "I'm Kent, this here's my old friend Mike, and Richard." Kent supplied. Tom polite southern upbringing showed as he shook all their hands, causing Samuel to look abashed again. Also unlike his friend, Tom noticed Declan right away. He knelt down low and offered a huge hand. Declan looked up with wide eyes. It wasn't every day that he saw someone that was bigger than Daddy! "And who's this little guy?" "That's my boy, Declan. Say hello, buddy." Declan hesitantly put his small hand in Tom's ham-sized hand. The linebacker grasped it gently and shook the boy's hand. "Hello..." Declan said softly. He was getting shy now. Usually making one new friend was enough excitement to last a day, let alone four. "Nice to meet ya, champ." He smiled broadly. Richard was impressed. Tom seemed to be better with kids than Mike was. When Tom stood up from his kneeling position, he did it slowly and none too gracefully. Richard winced; he knew the kinds of pain lingering football injuries could feel like, especially if you do it throughout high school, college, and into the professional leagues like Tom seemed to have done. It endeared the man to Richard, that Tom would take the effort to include Declan despite the discomfort. "Can I offer anyone a drink? Got lots of Bud and Blue Moon, waters, plus some of Tom's home-made apple juice for Declan, if he's interested." Samuel said. Kent and Mike raised an eyebrow at each other; that could easily be misunderstood... "Healthier than store-brands because it has a lot less sugar. I'm trying to watch my weight." Tom laughed as he banged his belly like a drum. "Oh no, wouldn't want to impose or anything." Richard said. "Nonsense, it'd be my pleasure. Women and children first, and I don't see many women around." Tom cracked. The other men hid a wince; he had kind of a corny sense of humor. Tom was right, though, there really weren't that many women on the beach. A couple moms, a couple college girls, but other than that it was a huge sausage fest. Richard wondered why that was. Kent and Mike didn't seem surprised at all. Samuel handed out all the drinks, and the small talk began again while Declan sipped his juice and lazily watched the waves. Tom actually had a lot of interesting things to say about that exciting game, and football in general. He was very down-to-earth about it all. With warm sun and cold beer lubricating the discussion, the men were soon chatting like old friends. After Declan was done with his half-finished bottle, he gave it to Dad to put away and went back to filling up his shell bucket. Richard was even gracious enough to let Declan wander a few more feet away then usual. He figured it'd be safe enough with five adult men watching after him. And watch they did. It didn't escape Richard's notice that hardly a minute went by without one of the guys glancing towards Declan, like they needed an update on his situation. Kent and Tom were leading the discussion, so it wasn't hard to scale back his input and get a closer look at the situation. Something just didn't seem right. Samuel seemed the spend the least amount of of time looking outside their little group. He spared the occasional glance on his own, sure, but it seemed pretty in line with what a guy talking to a kid's father would do. Just enough to acknowledge the boy and let the dad know, yeah, we can talk without having to worry about Jr running off. Most of his time spent looking at Declan, though, was after catching one of the other three give a lingering glance. He'd stare at the glancer for a second, taking in the look in their eyes, before looking over to Delcan, like he was trying to figure out what exactly was drawing such attention to the boy. He was surprisingly aloof about it all. You'd think a guy would get more upset at catching three grown men give prolonged look-overs of a boy. Richard would have been upset too, if not for Tom, even though he was staring at Declan the most. In fact, he hardly took his eyes off the boy, only to respond to direct questions. Richard didn't think he noticed, though, considering the lack of embarrassment. Hard to blush over something you don't even realize you're doing. It should have been cause for alarm, such a large man paying so much attention to Declan, but with the look on Tom's face, the father found it hard to be concerned. It was a look of pure affection. His eyes twinkled with it, and he had a soft smile every time he looked over. There was no way he could have been thinking anything bad. It looked exactly like how Richard always felt. He assumed one of Tom's family members must have just had a kid, causing him to be a bit child-happy for a while. It had certainly happened to himself; when Declan was born, he got the stupidest grin on his face anytime he saw a boy out and about, because it always made him think of his own beautiful son. Kent and Mike were a little more perturbing, though. Both sets of eyes looked...well, a little hungry. There was a lot of smirking as they raked their eyes up and down Declan's small body. A lot of licking their lips, hidden behind their beer. Couple that with how Kent had been the one to approach his son first, and someone could think it was pretty suspicious. Not that Richard thought they weren't great guys! They had been super friendly with lots of great advice, and they were obviously good with kids. So what if they looked at Declan a little like a piece of meat? Maybe that's just how their faces look, permanently semi-lustful. Oh well, it's not like anything bad would happen. For one, they were on a public beach, and a pretty crowded one at that. Just because there weren't many people immediately around them didn't mean there weren't any within helping distance. Plus, if worse came to worse, it was looking like Tom would be on the side of protecting Dec. Samuel too. But that was super unlikely, no way Kent and Mike would even want to hurt Dec, let alone try it. If Richard was being honest with himself, which he tried to do as much as possible, it was actually kind of flattering. All of these men were hot. They'd have no trouble getting dates, male or female, but instead their attention was captured by Declan. The fruit of his loins was just that cute. It made Richard want to puff out his chest a little. He settled for smiling happily at his new friends. No reason to make them fearful of his wrath or anything. The sun was high in the sky now, beating down on the beach. The ocean breeze made it manageable, but there was still a lot of sweating going on, which meant the breeze could actually feel a little awkward in certain places. Samuel's earlier jogging meant he had a jump-start on perspiration, and the underside of his speedo was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, and it wasn't a spot that he could just reach down and scratch. Not in front of strangers, at least. He had the settle for some tried-and-true adjustment tricks. Just needed to reach down and subtly grasp the edge of his speedo...pull up and shimmy a little...ahh, there we go. The itch was satiated. He really shouldn't have let Tom talk him into wearing speedos. He'd always had some truly large testicles; when he was going through puberty, his Dad had thought there was something wrong with them because they were just so big. But no, on top of having a nice sized cock, Samuel just had some bull-balls on him. The heat was making them feel even bigger and looser then usual, which translated into a very jiggle-prone rainbow bulge. He'd tried to adjust in a way to minimize the jiggle, but his crotch still went through a solid 3.5 on the Richter Scale. Hopefully he downplayed it enough. Kent certainly noticed though. His eyes were too sharp to not catch something as great as the sight of Samuel's nuts quivering in his speedo. He had been on the look-out for something to get the ball rolling, so to speak, and that rainbow quake got Kent's imaginative brain-juices flowing. How often do these types of situations come along? One super cute boy, four almost-nude men openly staring at him, and one Dad who is standing back and letting them, and is in fact looking quite pleased about it. It'd be a sin to waste this opportunity on football banter. Considering all the factors, he could see there was a lot of fun to be had here. The perfect perv storm. The five men were in a very loose oval, just barely close enough to each other to seem part of the same group. Lots of space between them for activities, including shell hunting. Declan hadn't picked through this stretch at all yet, so there could be plenty of hidden treasures buried beneath the sand. He hadn't tried to do so yet because then he'd have to walk between two big men, but the boy probably wouldn't think twice if he had a good reason. Kent started toeing around in the sand, seeing if he could turn anything up. Nothing overt, just setting the scene a little. His friend noticed, and though he couldn't read Kent's mind, Mike knew when to help out a bud. He slyly kicked over a beautiful auger shell he'd been hiding, which were a rare type for this beach. Seemed Kent wasn't the only man with some plans, but that was one of the reasons they were friends in the first place. When the next lull in conversation came around, Kent made a show of digging in the sand, acting surprised when he leaned down and found the auger. "Well, would ya look at that! Standing on a shell like this the whole time. Where's that bucket?" He asked, as if he wasn't meticulously keeping track of where Declan, and his bucket, had been tottering about. Richard called his son over, whose eyes lighted up looking at a kind of shell he hadn't seen before. Kent put in the bucket with a big grin. When the boy made to walk back, Richard reminded him of manners. "What do you say to Kent, Dec?" "Oh, thank you, Kent!" Declan said. He started to leave again, which Kent didn't think would happen. He assumed Declan would want to sniff out more shells in this area. Luckily, Tom had started toeing around too when he saw how happy the shell made Declan, and found a cockle just in time. He gave it to the small boy, and looked positively gooey on the inside when Declan thanked him. "Wow, the tide must have deposited a big booty of shells right here." Mike proclaimed, earning the requisite giggle from Declan at the funny word. It was enough to keep him to stay, thankfully. He plopped his bucket down and started playing, looking through the sand in the middle of the oval. Mike looked around the gauge reactions. Most men wouldn't enjoy a kid settling down in the middle of a beer-fueled manly conversation, but then again, it was looking like none of their five were like most men. Kent looked like the cat who caught the canary, so it must be a step closer to whatever he was cooking up. Tom looked more than happy about it, and Samuel looked the same as he ever did, not minding either way. The kicker was Richard, who looked much more relaxed with his son in such proximity. He was shaping up to be Mike's favorite kind of Dad, the type who didn't mind at all that his boy was in the middle of a group of five beefy men. The glances and looks happened more and more now that Declan was in such a visible spot, and all the men noticed that Declan was joining in, frequently looking up at them. It wasn't their eyes or faces that caught the boy's attention, though. Instead, the boy was pausing his shell-hunt to gaze curiously at the multi-colored bulges that all the men were packing. Judging by the look on his face, he was trying to figure out what was even IN the bulges. He'd look down at his own speedo too, mind not quite making the connection that a penis could display such a large and rotund swell when his own barely made a button in the fabric. Richard had been noticing the looks all day, but he mostly ignored them. Boys were bound to be curious, and anyways, thinking of his son gazing at his plump speedo made his whole crotch tingle. It was oddly...erotic, to Richard. The same thought occurred to the other men too, how prideful, sensual, and naughty it felt for Declan to be looking right at their bulges. Anticipation was starting to rise. Kent took a deep swig of his beer. This was the tense part. Signs were good so far, but you could never be too sure with this kind of thing. You also couldn't be too careful. There was a distinct possibility he could wind up on the receiving end of some protective paternal fists, or that Samuel and Tom wouldn't take kindly to it either. It was a simple plan, but the best ones usually were. Complexity invited accidents. But the indications were good. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, after all. Kent took a deep breath and adjusted his speedo, much like Samuel had done. The effect wasn't quite what he was hoping for though. Kent didn't have the testicular volume to achieve the same lewd jiggling, so it just looked like a normal adjustment. No one noticed, but Kent hadn't expected to ring the bell on his first swing. He waited a few seconds before doing it again, this time 'adjusting' his speedo for longer than needed, achieving a more noticeable wiggle. That one got Mike's attention. He glanced from Kent's bulge, to Declan, then back and forth again. The smirk told Kent his bud had figured out his little plan. Just a simple signal. Mike was never one to miss out on some fun, so he did it too. He grabbed the edges of his speedo and pulled back briefly, making the thick outline of his cock more prominent, then gave it the adjustment shimmy. Declan noticed it, but just went back to picking through the sand. Kent and Mike proceeded to do a couple more not-so-quick adjustments. The other three men were still oblivious, too deep in their football discussion, but Declan finally caught wind and started to giggle a little anytime he watched the two men pull on their speedos. Richard and Samuel mostly ignored the giggles, Rich too used to his son being silly, and Sam due to his usual ambivalence, but it snagged Tom's attention pretty quickly. He was both drawn to the melodic sound, and hungry for information on how he could elicit such laughter from the cute boy. He gulped when he saw it was Kent and Mike's briefly bouncing bulges making the cute boy laugh. That was...well, it was lewd, wasn't it? Not something to be done in front of the boy, for sure. But...it made his blood pulse a little. He wasn't entirely unaware of the feelings he'd been having, the strong draw he felt towards Declan. He felt an almost desperate need to make the boy laugh, make him happy, make him shake with...no, Tom stopped, he wouldn't go there. He looked down at his red bulge. If he were wearing any other type of swimwear, he probably wouldn't be able to see it over the curve of his belly. The speedo made it stick out a lot, though. It looked like Richard's but not quite as ample. Still far too big to be shaking in front of the small boy though...right? Declan giggled again, and both he and Tom looked on as Kent gave a silly wiggle. Tom's heart ached. He looked back down and tried to melt into the background as gave it a test-run. There was more movement to it than Tom thought there would be. He looked up again, surprised to see Declan looking right at him, slightly expectant. He had already learned that a man holding the sides of his speedo meant he was due from some silly fun. Well...this would be okay, wouldn't it? Tom reasoned, it was just some harmless fun. Just something goofy to make a boy smile. And he so desperately wanted to make Declan smile. He glanced over at Richard, noting that he was absorbed in conversation with Mike. Oh hell, why not. Tom smiled right at Declan, and gave his speedo a healthy bounce. The boy giggled like an angel, then went back to combing the sand. Tom's heart melted and his dick plumped. He was in love. The warm feeling was cut short when he noticed his friend giving him a weird look. Shit, Samuel must have seen what he'd done. He didn't look angry, though, just curious. Tom nodded over towards Kent and Mike, who had taken to switching off on who was talking to Richard while the other adjusted his speedo, Declan snickering every few glances. When next the boy looked over at Tom, he demonstrated for his friend how he adjusted his speedo and made his bulge wiggle and the boy giggle. Samuel rose an eyebrow, and shrugged. Kid didn't seem to mind, and it wasn't any different from what he did earlier, just more frequent. So he joined in. Kent and Mike shared a grin with them anytime the boy caught one of them jiggling, and Samuel had to admit it was pretty fun. Certainly got the blood moving. Now, all four men were taking turns distracting Richard, balancing the want to get him in on the fun, and the amusement of doing lewd things while he remained close by and oblivious. Richard had noticed one or two of the adjustments, of course, it'd be next to impossible to be that blind to it, but without seeing how often all the other men were doing it, he had no way of knowing the intent behind it. It was a slow realization to the full truth. It wasn't hard for Richard to notice the smirks or shared glances, so at first he thought there might be a sexy college kid around somewhere that had caught their eyes. It was a little much for Richard to assume that such looks were over his son; just because he'd caught them ogling a few times didn't mean that four strangers would get so buddy-buddy over a boy. Minutes passed and Richard's anticipation grew, but he couldn't see anyone near by that was all that note-worthy. As the adjustments grew slightly longer, Richard started to notice them out of the corner of his eye. It was like a shot to the heart when he realized it wasn't simply politely scratching an itch, but full on presenting their bulging cocks and balls for his baby boy's amusement. He kept the shock to himself, spying on them out of the corner of his eyes each time one of them did it. He was surprised by how much movement there was to all the bulges, how there was no denying that it was manflesh quaking in the speedos. How cute Declan looked...happy, but kind of confused, like he didn't know what exactly was making all the fun jiggles... In a moment, Richard was overcome by everything. The heat of the sun, the beer in his veins, the lustful tingles in his balls as if they couldn't decide between tightening up or becoming even looser and fuller. He tried to take a deep breath, but all he smelled was sweat and suntan lotion, reminding him of how glossy they all looked, muscles and body hair accentuated by the glistening oil. A haze fell over Richard, one he recognized from good fun with good beer in good company. His entire body felt a little warmer. Was it really all that shocking? Just some harmless fun, some teasing. Maybe even teaching Declan to be have pride in his body. Yeah, that sounded right. Have pride, have fun with your body. If you have muscles, flex them, and if you have a big silly bulge, jiggle it. Just some men and a boy playing. Yeah. Richard snapped out of the feeling, though the haze still fogged his mind. They were all looking at him, even little Declan. The men looked a little hesitant, like they weren't sure how Richard was going to react. His son just looked curious again. Curious about what Daddy's speedo bulge would look like if it shook. Well, no reason to leave his son without the knowledge, and no reason to break his streak of prideful acceptance over the other men's perversions. He'd spent the entire day embarrassed over his body, and he was tired of it. He had the biggest bulge on the beach, so why not show it off a little? Especially if it would make his little boy happy. "Doin okay?" Mike asked. Richard had been standing silent for a bit before getting a goofy grin on his face. "Oh yeah, bud," Richard laughed, putting his hands on his hips and gripping the edges of his speedo. "Never better!" His adjustment was more of a straight jiggle. It certainly bounced much more than the others', and got a bigger giggle out of his son. The ice was finally broken though. Instead of grinding out a conversation, they took to having light but pleasant small talk while they took turns bouncing their bulges. It was just in time for the next round of beers too. They tightened up their loose circle a bit too, coming a little closer to Declan, to help ward off any unwanted staring. There was now about a seven foot circle between them, the boy right in the middle. The beer and the heat was starting to give them all a buzz, making them get even sillier. The bounces became bigger and longer. Tom was so excited to be indulging some of his desires that his jiggling was a little forceful, which made it quite the spectacle for the others. Samuel had taken to having a constant hold on his speedos so he could ensure a constant quake through out his nuts, aided slightly by his hips. Kent and Richard were both adopting Kent's earlier pose, knees bent and hunched a little, accentuating their large swelling mounds. Richard's was the undisputed champion in terms of bounce-ability, but Kent's slim thighs gave him an edge in horizontal movement. Mike split his attention between his bulge and his surroundings, giving a little cough anytime someone drifted too close. The festivities would stop for a moment while he or she passed. They also tended to take tiny steps closer to each other. It was Kent who finally noticed that they'd drifted closer and started making eye signals to make the steps more deliberate. The others ate it up. They all wanted the boy to get a more up-close view of their bouncing bulges. The circle was now down to about four feet. The whole situation was starting to make Declan a little uncomfortable, though. At first it was funny! The wiggly things in their speedos made him giggle, and gave him a naughty tingle in his own speedos. It was fun when Daddy didn't notice, and even funner when Daddy joined in. He was starting to lose interest thouggh, new shells becoming more interesting than the wiggles. Declan still looked up a lot, always curious to see what exactly was moving in the edge of his vision. Everyone was getting a little close, too. What was silly from a couple feet away, was kind of large and intimidating as it got closer. Especially closer from all sides. The boy suddenly remembered that four out of five guys were strangers. He had never been a very social or outgoing boy. Meeting them one-on-one was fine, but his discomfort went up exponentially with each man added to the mix. He looked up at Daddy, looking for a little reassurance. Daddy smiled and winked at him, which made him feel a little better. He went right back to talking with Mike though, so it wasn't as comforting a gesture as Declan was hoping for. Another round of looks and smirks, and then men shuffled closer. They all had big shit-eating grins on their faces, riding the high of beer and twisted amusement. The energy thrumming through them was slowly but surely changing from a fun game into something a little darker. It was less about getting Declan to giggle, and more about doing lewd things with their speedos in front of a kid. They all started pushing their bulges out further, shaking them harder. Samuel stuck his tongue out during one of his ball-quakes, which was met with appreciation from the men and adopted by them all. Mike was even sneaking dick-gropes and shaking it that way. The new goal seemed to be perverted public stunts. There was now about three feet of space for Declan, and the boy was feeling a little crowded. He had been sitting in that patch for a while, so it was pretty much picked clean. Maybe it was time to slip out and find some fresh shells. The boy stood up, blushing a little at being eye-height with all the jiggling speedos. It was even more intimidating now that they had taken to sticking out their tongues; it wasn't in a funny way like when Daddy teases him. It looked more like the devils that was on his school's yearly Halloween mural, long tongues and nasty expression. It made Daddy look not so silly. Luckily there was still enough room between the men for Declan to go through without having to brush against anyone. They all saw what Declan was planning, and Richard thought it'd be a shame for the fun to end already. He gave a head nod to his new friends, a signal they understood perfectly. Tighten up even more, close enough that there was barely any space between their legs, only about one and a half feet of space in the center. Richard laughed openly at his son's look of awkward hesitation. He could have squeezed himself through, that but that would involve being up against the legs of his Dad and a stranger, and he knew his son was too shy for that kind of thing. All he could do was stand; there wasn't enough room for him to sit down again and sprawl his legs out; there was barely enough room to be able to set his bucket down without it knocking against a large foot. "Aww, baby," Richard cooed, "Let Daddy take that bucket for you, sweetie." He bent down a little and took the bucket from Declan's firm grasp, removing his son's only defense against nervous fidgeting. He paused for a moment and considered the bucket. It was mostly full of shells by now, but not too heavy. Richard wondered... "Why don't we try hanging it right here, bud." Richard carefully slipped the plastic handle over his smooth cock bulge and let it hang. It worked better than expected, and lead to another round of raucous laughter, though only a brief chuckle from Declan. He modeled it proudly for a minute, enjoying the weight of it, feeling like he had a strong dick. Once the novelty of it wore off, he gave it to Tom to set on top of the cooler. When Tom turned back around to the group, the pain in his knee flared up and made him stumble forward. He tried hard and succeeded in not totally falling forward and crushing Declan, but it had a bit of an unintended consequence. As he found his footing and righted himself up, he had to push his hips forward so he could keep his balance. He had taken some steps forward as he fell, and underestimated how large his bait-and-tackle stuck out, causing it bump into the back of unaware Declan's head and send him stumbling forward too. Face first into Kent's checkered crotch. There was complete stillness and quiet as the men watched the small boy bounce a little off the bulge. "Oh, sh-darn, Declan, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Tom asked. Declan turned around and gave a forced smile. "It's okay, I'm good." Declan said. "Baby...was that kinda fun?" Richard asked, his voice low. His heart was pumping quicker now, seeing his little boy smile after the second of such encounters today. "Uhh...yeah, I guess." Declan mumbled. He didn't want the men thinking he was a baby, or ruining their fun or anything. Besides, it hadn't hurt at all. All the men held their breath. Richard looked around and saw that everyone, even Samuel, had a hungry look in his eye, one he knew was reflected in his own as well. Kent hesitantly took one more step forward, the others following suite after a tiny pause. They were squeezed thigh to thigh now, with only enough room in the middle for Declan to stand rod-straight, his face only inches from a bulge in any direction. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Nothing too explicit happening, but I like a little bit of tension ;) If you have any questions, comments, suggestions, or just want to talk, feel free to email me at niftystudentwriter@gmail.com , I'm more than happy to chat with anyone who took the time to read my story.