Date: Thu, 20 May 1999 12:26:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: Boys at the Beach (b/b, mostly true) Boys at the Beach (b/b, mostly true) by Bill [NOTE: This story is a composite of several actual events in my early teenage years. They have been combined and "embellished" for your erotic enjoyment.] My family rented a beach cottage in North Carolina every summer for a week. It was usually a different cottage each time, for some reason. The summer I was 14, I was getting heavily into masturbation, but I had not had an encounter with another boy for about 6 months. My neighbor Doug, with whom I had the most experiences, had started dating girls, and I was worried about being labeled a queer if I appeared too interested in sex with other boys. The first two days, I hung out on the beach, playing with my brothers and sister, not really noticing anyone else. The third day, another family moved into the cottage two down from us, and they had one kid - a really cute boy about my age! I was (and still am) rather shy, so I didn't introduce myself. But as I was digging a sand castle that afternoon, he plopped himself down next to me and told me his name was Paul and that he was 13. I introduced myself and we talked some as we both worked on the castle. My eyes kept wandering to his body, which was tanned and slender. His hair was light brown streaked with blond, and his eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue. He was a bit shorter than me, maybe 5'4" to my 5'6". But the thing that really set me off was that he was wearing a speedo bathing suit, which had a bulge in the front that made it clear he was already into puberty. Every so often, we would go in swimming and jump the waves. As we became more relaxed and comfortable with each other, we started rough-housing a bit and the contact of our slippery bodies was making me horny as hell. I had never been one to make the first move with the boys in my neighborhood that I'd had sex-play with (Doug, and to a much lesser extent Dan and Lee). Fortunately, Paul was not as shy. We were out beyond the breakers standing on a sandbar at low tide, wrestling around in 4 feet of water. He was behind me, with both arms wrapped around my body trying to pull me into the water, when he grabbed at my crotch and "goosed" me. "Hey, you've got a boner!" he said with his lips close to my ear. I blushed with embarrassment. But then he added "I'll get one too" and let go of me. He dropped his hand down to his bathing suit, with a serious look on his face. After 30 seconds, he said "Wanna feel?" "Sure!" I reached my hand down to the front of his tight bathing suit and stroked the smooth material. I could feel his hard dick, and my senses surged with erotic desire. Then he smiled and pulled down his suit part way, freeing his 5" boner. "Can I feel you too?" he asked. I pulled my boxer-type suit down a bit and we stood there in the water eagerly feeling each other's straining erection. "Do you ever beat off?" he asked. I nodded and asked "how 'bout you?" "Yeah" he replied with that same sly smile. A moment of silence passed as I tried to think of how to ask if he wanted to do some serious play. He saved me the trouble by saying "wanna go back to my cottage?" "Yeah!" was my quick reply. We had to play around in the surf some more so our boners would go down and we could get out of the water. Paul went to his parents, who were in beach chairs under an umbrella, and introduced me, saying that we were going up to the cottage to get a Coke and a snack. Then we went straight to his bedroom. We stood there in our wet bathing suits and there was another moment of awkward silence. He broke the ice, saying "let's compare boners." We both pulled off our suits. Our ball sacks were still pulled up tight from the cool water, but our dicks were both half-hard. Paul had a nice little patch of pubic hair, but the rest of his body was hairless. We stood there in the middle of the room, each slowly fingering our own cocks, and in practically no time we were both rock-hard. His cut dick was the same size as mine (also cut), and very attractively shaped. I had experimented a few times with sucking Doug's cock, and my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around Paul's enticing erection. But I was too shy to just do it. Instead, I said "let's jack off", and Paul nodded with a smile. We stood a couple feet apart from each other, face-to-face, and began stroking our hard-ons. Paul used his thumb and two fingers to stimulate the top and bottom of his cock-shaft. I used the same three digits, but made a ring, concentrating more on the head of my dick. My eyes switched back and forth between his cute face and his equally cute dick, and I was enormously turned on by the sight of both. Before we had stroked for very long, Paul said "you ever use lotion?" I replied that I had, and he went over to the dresser and got some suntan goo, slathering it on his boner. Then he handed it to me and I did the same. I switched to using my entire fist to stroke my whole cock, using a slower and firmer stroke than before, and it felt fantastic. My hand began to move faster, and so did Paul's. We were intentionally matching each other stroke-for-stroke as our slippery hands churned up and down on our engorged erections. The feelings of electric pleasure were building in my cock as the strokes became faster and harder. My other hand reached for my balls and squeezed the sack firmly. Paul did the same and smiled at me. "I'm getting close!" he gasped. "Me too!" I thrust my hips forward and leaned my shoulders back as I reverted to my previous masturbation technique - a circle of thumb and fingers moving back and forth on my cockhead. My body tensed as the wave of orgasm built within me, and I gave a moan of lust and brought my left hand up to catch the spurts of hot cum that flew from my dick as my right hand continued to stroke. Paul was just a step behind me and I watched his face as it scrunched up with the overwhelming pleasure of adolescent orgasm. We both stood there, breathing hard, smiling, looking into each other's eyes, with globs of cum on our hands. "That was good" he said. "Yeah!" I replied. He got some kleenex from the box on the dresser and wiped his hands, and I did the same. "Let's get that Coke now, ok?" he said. "OK." We went back to the beach as if nothing had happened, but almost immediately I began thinking about what we might do over the rest of the week. That night as I lay in bed, with my younger brother Jimmy's sleeping in the other twin bed, I could think of nothing except Paul - his cute face, his slender body, his beautiful pubescent cock. There had been no talk of sex after we had finished masturbating together and went on with our beach play, and I wondered if he was as hot to do it again (and do other things too!) as I was. I wished that Paul lived back in my neighborhood, but then I considered that he might be "too cool" to want me for a friend; that maybe we were hanging out together only because I was the only boy his age on this stretch of the beach. He was better looking than me (by a long shot) and far more self-confident and more... well, "cool". Back home, he would have been in the "in group" at school, which I was not. But, hey; at least he would be my friend for this week and then I'd probably never see him again, so I should appreciate what I had. As I lay under a sheet in the balmy summer air, I was wearing only my white jockeys. As thoughts of my sexy new friend streamed through my brain, my hands made their nightly pilgrimage across my chest, down along my belly, and slipped underneath the waistband of my underpants. This was the way I always started my every-night masturbation session, though it was usually conducted in the privacy of my bedroom at home, not 5 feet away from a sleeping 11-year-old. I let both hands wander over my rapidly hardening penis and my loose ball sack, then quietly slid the underpants down my hips to allow better access. Slowly gliding my fingertips along the smooth skin of my rigid cock, I imagined it was Paul who was touching me, and I shivered with sexual pleasure. Looking over at my brother to make sure he was asleep, I pulled down the sheet and slid my underpants off the rest of the way. Laying there in the dark with a warm breeze from the window flowing over my naked body, I again ran my hands sensuously over my chest and belly to the modest bush of hair above my dick. My penis strained up, anxious for attention... eager to be worshiped in the sacred ritual of masturbation. I ran my fingers over the sensitive flesh as my mind visualized Paul, standing in front of me naked and hard, just like he had been that afternoon. As I began to stroke my cock, I fantasized Paul sinking to his knees as I stood above him. He was looking up at me with his incredible blue eyes and then bringing his sensuous wet lips to my dick, wrapping them around the head and sliding slowly down the shaft. (I had only been sucked a couple times, briefly, by my neighbor Doug - and never to orgasm.) My hand began to move faster, and I imagined Paul's head bobbing up and down all along my slippery boner. As my other hand cradled my ball sack, my fantasy flip-flopped, and now it was me who was sucking Paul's cock. My tongue played with his piss slit and danced over the slightly flared cock head. Then, in my fantasy, I brought my mouth down the length of the slender 5" erection until my lips pressed against the hairs at its base. I put a finger in my mouth and sucked hungrily on it as my other hand went into high gear, jacking frantically, striving for quick sexual release. My breath became ragged and my toes curled tight as my body plunged over the edge into the pure ecstacy of orgasm, the first spurt shooting well up onto my belly, the rest being intercepted by my left hand. I licked the cum off my hand, imagining that Paul had shot it into my mouth. My neighbor Doug had cum in my mouth only once, toward the end of our three months of sex play. At the time I thought it was gross, but afterwards I couldn't stop thinking about it. My fantasies came to be dominated by scenes of sucking another boy, and I had started slurping up my own cum almost every time I jacked off. As I came down from my sexual high, I glanced over at Jimmy beside me. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed as though I saw his eyes blink closed in the dim moonlight. Jeez! I hope he didn't see me jacking! I quickly pulled my underpants back on and slid the sheet back over my body. The next day, Paul came by my cottage around 9:00. Instead of going to the beach, we decided to explore around the area, walking back over the dunes and the coastal highway to the bay on the other side of the barrier island (this was the North Carolina Outer Banks). After a while, Paul said "hold on; I gotta pee." He looked around to see if anyone else was watching, then pulled down his athletic shorts and underpants a few inches, pulled up his tee shirt, and let loose a stream of piss as I looked on. He didn't touch his dick the whole time, and I found it totally erotic. When he finished, I unsnapped and unzipped my cut-off jeans, pulled down the waistband of my underpants, and peed on same spot. This time it was Paul's turn to stare. My mind was starting to fixate on a desire for sex, and apparently Paul's did too. He said "wanna go back to my cottage?" We let our parents know we were back and that we would be in the cottage. Paul's parents were parked on the beach for the long haul. When we got to his room, Paul turned on the radio and tuned it to a station playing top-40 (this was 1965: Beatles, Stones, Beach Boys, Motown). Paul said "how bout we play cards" and I readily agreed, thinking maybe we could play strip poker. We didn't at first, but after about 15 minutes of gin rummy, Paul said "ever play poker?" And then we went through the ritual of "what should we use for chips", etc, ending up with the inevitable: we would bet our clothes. Paul added "when one of us loses all his clothes, we keep playing, and if you lose another hand you have to do whatever the other guy says." YUM! This sounded great! We played 5-card draw, and the clothes came off pretty quickly, especially since we weren't wearing very much to start out with. As I lost my shoes, my shirt, and my pants, the excitement grew within me. Even though I had jacked off with Paul the previous day, I could still feel my face become flushed and a tightness in my chest as I sat there is just my underpants. Paul still had his shorts and underpants, so it was looking like I'd be the first to strip. He lost the next hand, though, and slowly pulled off his athletic shorts. I could see the outline of his cock beneath his tight jockeys, and he smiled slyly at me and made no effort to hide his semi-boner. I lost on the next hand, and stood up and eased down my white jockeys, revealing an erection that pointed straight up without having been touched. I've always liked the way my cock looks, and enjoyed having Paul admire it. As I sat back down, my mind raced with thoughts of what Paul would ask me to do if I lost the next round. But I won, and now it was Paul's turn to show it all. He did a little striptease dance to the Supremes song playing on the radio, and I held my breath waiting for the unveiling of his beautiful cock. As the underpants slid down his legs, Paul did a little bump & grind, making his rigid erection sway from side to side, and then kicked the jockey shorts across the room. Before he sat down, however, the door swung open and there stood my brother Jimmy! We had forgotten to lock the door! He was about to say something, but his mouth hung open at the sight of his 14-year-old brother sitting there stark naked with a raging boner, with cards scattered in front of me, and 13-year-old Paul standing with his 5" hard-on pointing straight up to against his belly. Both Paul and I grabbed for articles of clothing to cover ourselves, and we both made noises of protest along the lines of "what the fuck do you think you're doing barging in here." Jimmy stammered for a minute and then said "Mom told me to come and find you to tell you there's a school of porpoises swimming just off shore." "Fantastic" I replied sarcastically. "Now get the fuck out.... And, uh... please don't tell anyone what we were doing... ok?" I could almost hear the wheels turning in Jimmy's head. "I won't tell if you let me play too." "No way. You're too young!" I replied. "I won't tell Mom and Dad how you were playing with your wiener last night either" he added. Oh shit! Pure blackmail. I looked over at Paul and he just shrugged, with a bemused expression that signaled sure; why not'. "OK, Jimmy. But just this once. And if you tell, you're dead meat." I explained the rules and Paul added that it really wasn't strip poker anymore, since he and I were already nude. Anyway, Jimmy was only wearing a bathing suit, since he'd just come in off the beach. It was decided that Jimmy would get nude and we would continue playing 5-card draw. The guy with the best hand of poker could give an order to the one with the worst hand. Jimmy grinned with excitement and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his damp bathing suit. I had seen him naked various times over the years, but not for at least a year. As his trunks came down, his dick looked the same as I remembered it - small and hairless - but I was surprised to see his ball sack hanging down low and loose. (He was two months away from his 12th birthday.) We all sat cross-legged on the bed and Paul dealt the cards. When we showed our cards, Paul had won and Jimmy had lost. "Stand up and let me feel you" said Paul. Jimmy jumped up and stood naked in front of where Paul sat. Paul ran his hands over Jimmy's scrawny body (making him giggle with ticklishness), and then concentrated on Jimmy's dick and his dangling balls. The 2" circumcised penis began to harden with the urging of Paul's fingers, and in a minute Jimmy was sporting an attractive 3-inch pre-pubescent boner, which Paul stroked lightly to Jimmy's obvious delight. To my surprise, I had a desire to feel the mini-erection too. It was strange, though, because he was my brother and often my bratty adversary. Mostly I wanted to feel Paul's cock, and was pissed about Jimmy's intrusion. "OK, let's play another hand" said Paul after he had his fill of feeling up Jimmy's cock and ballsack This time, Jimmy was the winner and I was the loser. My little brother was going to be able to make me do any sexual request he desired, and I felt a mixture of resentment and excitement. "I want to feel your wiener and then I want to see you make the sperm come out." I could have argued that that was two requests, but I was strangely aroused and decided to play along. "Lie down on the other bed so I can feel you." I did as Jimmy demanded. The good feelings surged through my body as my brother's small hands caressed my stiff penis and ball sack with a mixture of innocent curiosity and playful lewdness. He was fascinated with my 5" erection, and moved it around like a joy-stick (a term I've always been amused by). He pulled my boner back as far as it would go (...not very) and let it slap back down against my belly several times. Then he moved his hand up and down along the shaft, imitating what he must have watched me do the previous night. "Now do the sperm thing" he said, insistently. I looked over at Paul, who was grinning at me. As I lay on my back on the bed, I began to stroke, moving my hand up and down in the familiar fashion. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the building sensations. I knew that I would cum quickly; I wasn't very good back then at making it last. Jimmy's voice broke my concentration. "Suck your finger like you did last night." Now THIS was embarrassing! I didn't look over at Paul, but I heard him giggle. "Uhhh..." I said, intelligently. "Yeah; do it" chimed in Paul. What the hell. I put the middle finger of my left hand between my lips and let it glide along my tongue as my right hand continued to jack. Closing my eyes again, I felt the tension building in my body. My hand moved faster, swishing rapidly across the head of my engorged cock. My body went rigid as the wave of pleasure crashed over me and I let spurt after spurt of cum shoot up onto my belly. As I slowly massaged the last drops out of my piss slit, I heard Jimmy exclaim "Wow! That was cool!" Another hand of poker. Again I lost! And this time Paul won. I may have just cum a couple minutes before, but I still had plenty of adolescent eroticism churning through my body. What would Paul ask? Would he want me to jack him off? That would be heaven. Would he ask me to suck him? I knew I wanted to. But his demand took me totally by surprise. "Suck your brother's dick. I'll tell you when to stop." "Jimmy?" I was dumfounded. "Yeah. Do you want him to Jimmy?" "YEAH!" exclaimed by brother in his high giggling voice. "So are ya gonna do it, are you backing out of the game?" Shit! Jimmy again! I didn't want to be a wimp and back out on the game, but I really wanted to suck Paul, and had very mixed feelings about Jimmy. Still, I had several more days with Paul, and I didn't want him angry with me. Plus, it was now clear that he too had blow jobs on his mind. I agreed. Jimmy sat on the edge of the bed with his skinny legs dangling over. I knelt down between his spread legs, my face only a foot from his little dick. Reaching out to touch him, I cradled his hanging balls, feeling the marble-sized nuggets inside the velvety loose skin. Then I teased his dick, feeling it lengthen to the size of my middle finger and thicken to the diameter of my thumb. The small cockhead on his mini-boner was almost glowing with the warm red color of the blood pumping into it. My qualms about blowing my little brother were being quickly replaced by lust, and my mouth came down slowly to the straining morsel of boy-flesh. I licked my lips and let the slender head slide between them. And I just kept going, gliding my lips and tongue down the 3- inch shaft until it pressed against the hairless base. It tasted of salty sea water and smelled of Ivory soap and subtle boy-scent. Considering only the size, sucking Jimmy's magic wand was not much different than sucking my finger. But every other sensual and emotional aspect of this act screamed with thrilling illicit eroticism "Oh, yeah! Oh, jeez! Oh YEAH!!" he moaned, as my lips traveled up and down the narrow shaft of his boyish erection and my tongue flicked all around the warm sensitive skin. He lay all the way back on the bed, his legs still dangling over the side. Paul had moved over close so that he could watch every detail. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, slowly stroking his rigid boner as he stared intensely at the blow job I was administering. Jimmy was clearly in ecstacy, his body writhing and tensing, his hands clutching at the bedcovers, moans and purrs and squeals of pleasure filling my ears. My hands slid under his ass and I massaged the slender mounds of baby-smooth flesh. He raised his feet up and rested them on the bed, his legs spread wide, and his hips started humping his pre-pubescent cock into my mouth. I had no idea what would happen. Could he cum yet? I didn't have my first cum until I was 13, less than a year previously. But then, I had never tried to cum before that. And I certainly never had someone sucking my cock when I was Jimmy's age. Jimmy's vocalizations became more urgent and he suddenly wrapped his hands around my head, entwining his fingers in my medium- length hair. "Oh, Billy!... Oh!... Oh... Oh, yeah!...OH, BILLY!...YES!!!" His hips gave several more piston-strokes and then his body went rigid as he held my head firmly against his crotch. My tongue could feel his boy-sized hard-on spasming in an orgasm without ejaculation - a "dry cum" that I never even knew existed. Then Jimmy's body relaxed and he pulled my head away. His glistening penis, still stiff and red, twitched with residual pleasure, and he lay there for a moment with a blissful look on his face. Then he jumped up and said, eagerly "what'll we do now?" "I think that's enough, Jimmy. Why don't you go back to the beach." I gave Paul a wink that Jimmy couldn't see. Paul sat naked on the bed. A sultry and seductive expression played across his face. He was gently running his fingertips over his rigid cock, which I was anxious to get my lips on, but I didn't want Jimmy there with us (even though I guess I had enjoyed the novelty of sucking him). "Well... OK guys. Thanks for letting me play." When Jimmy left, I locked the door - securely - behind him. "You really sucked your brother good!" "Yeah, I guess." "Would you suck me like that?" "Only if you suck me too" I replied. "We could do it at the same time. You ever heard of 69?" "Yeah, I think so." He explained briefly, and it clicked instantly. I could hardly wait to get started. We lay down on the bed, facing in opposite directions. As I gazed at Paul's perfect cock only inches away from my face, I felt the incredible sensation of my penis being enveloped by his mouth. Although it had been soft since I jacked off about 15 minutes previously, my penis immediately sprang to life. Wrapping his lips around my dick, Paul began working on it with a skill that made it clear he was no stranger to the art of cocksucking. I was rock-hard in less than a minute. Meanwhile, I brought my mouth to the tip of his cockhead and kissed it gently, letting my tongue swirl all around the piss-slit and the sensitive ridge. Paul moaned his approval, and I began to move my lips along the shaft in a steady up and down rhythm, teasing his cockhead and the top side of the shaft with my tongue. Paul's mouth worked lovingly and lustfully on my erection, filing me with erotic feelings of incredible intensity. I could feel my cockhead brushing against the roof of Paul's mouth while his tongue played along the shaft. The sensation sent jolts of electricity through my entire nervous system. The passion aroused in me by the 13-year-old's skillful mouth drove me to re-double my own effort at imparting pleasure to my beautiful friend. I strove to take him deep into my mouth, ignoring the protests that my throat sent to my brain. Time stood still as I sucked, focusing my entire being on the 5 inches of hot, smooth, throbbing flesh that filled my mouth, driven by the surging pleasure coming from my own straining boner. Every so often, one of us would lift his mouth off and stroke the other's slippery cock fast and hard by hand, sending a super-charged blast of stimulation to every nerve ending along the tingling shaft, then swallowing the pleasure-flesh again hungrily. As I neared Nirvana, as my balls pulled up tight against the base of my cock, Paul did something that startled me but which also sent be spinning into the highest level of erotic pleasure I had ever known. He brought a spit-slick finger to my ass hole, massaging it all around the mass of nerve endings, and entering slightly into the clenching muscle. After the initial shock, I immediately returned the favor, running my slippery finger along the puckered hairless flesh and into the chamber that flexed open slightly as my fingertip pressed against it. That was more than either of us could take, and bursts of cum spurted from my cock, followed quickly by an eruption into my mouth. As warm cum pulsed from Paul's throbbing penis, I swallowed, then swallowed again. The fluid tasted very much like my own, and I kept as much as I could on my tongue as I continued to suck - drawing every drop of precious boy-cum from my friend's adolescent boner. All the while, my body was wracked by the crashing waves of my own orgasm. An electric storm of ecstacy raced through my brain and my body, flowing directly from that wondrous appendage that fed its life-fluid into Paul's sucking, swallowing mouth. We lay there in semi-shock, cocks softening in each other's mouths, hot cum on our tongues, the tidal wave of incredible sensual stimulation slowly receding. I finally raised myself up and flopped back down again, lying face-to-face beside Paul on the bed, looking into his eyes dreamily. Of all the things that floated through my brain, the only one that came out was "Thanks." "Same" he replied. As we got up and dressed, I was still in a daze. And as we walked out to the deck to gaze out onto the slowly rumbling ocean waves, I felt the most wonderful combination of physical and emotional well being.... The cliche "walking on air" was made for moments like this. The rest of the week offered several more opportunities for us to again taste the pleasures of passionate adolescent lust. I even spent my last night at the beach sleeping in Paul's room - in his bed, to be specific. And Jimmy? He was ready and very willing to continue where we left off, but I decided it wasn't right. He was my little brother, after all, and I didn't even like him very much back then. He asked me a couple times that week, and once or twice afterwards, but I turned him down cold. I also made it clear that his life would be hell if he ever told what we had done. That week at the beach was the end of my adolescent sexual experiences. I retreated to the closet for the entire four years of high school, which began only weeks after we returned from the Outer Banks. (Ah, but college.... That's another story.) [The End]