Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 08:42:34 -0800 (PST) From: Michael Smith Subject: The Warmth of Sand Author's Note: I would love to hear what you think, please e-mail wetswimboy2000@yahoo.ca Other Stories on Nifty: The Angelic Sacrifice: gay male/sci-fi An Invitation: gay male/incest For my friend B, who inspired this story by sharing with me his own visions of beauty. He fondly remembers those times of freedom, where he was not constricted by conservative parents. He returns home once again, knowing that he has to keep his body covered, that his explorations of magical feelings can no longer take place. When he left with his brother, for that week at the family beach house, he did not know what was in store for him, what he would be allowed to do. When he thought of times alone, his memories were always clouded by the spankings received by his father for finding the boy's hand near the most pleasurable part of the body. They arrive in the late morning; Jesse, the boy, wearing a yellow t-shirt and a pair of jeans. While unpacking in his room he looks at himself in the mirror, at his own pink lips and blonde hair, and yellow t-shirt that he wanted to badly to remove. So he does so, but he does not look at himself. He does it quickly, his jeans as well, and slips on his swimming trunks and runs down to the beach, hoping to get there before his brother. His twelve year old body is not allowed in the water without supervision, so he sits in the sand, his legs out in front of him, and begins to pick up handfuls of it and pour it over his body, savouring the warmth. His swimming trunks are a blue, thin material, with baby blue and pink blotches on them as a design. He rubs sand over his chest and stomach, feeling his muscles. He rubs the warm grains on his legs, then pours them over his trunks, but he knows he cannot feel the texture of the sand against his whole body. He feels something between his legs, and he allows himself a smile, but he is suddenly interrupted by a voice behind him. "Couldn't wait, huh?" Jesse's brother, Daniel, stands over him, casting a shadow along the entire length of the boy's body. Like Jesse Daniel is slender, but he is taller and stronger. "You can go in the water now if you like," Daniel says. "I'm just going to lie here a while and read." "That's okay," Jesse responds. "I'm just going to keep playing in the sand." "You left all your buckets and stuff in the house though." "I know, I don't need them." Jesse turns his green eyes away from his brother and back to the ocean, and pours some more sand on his legs. The resented shadow, a symbol to Jesse of his strict father, walks away to read. Jesse continues to rub warm sand on his body, trying to put his mind away from any thoughts of something he knew he could do only privately in his own bed, late at night, when for sure everybody else is asleep. But the more he tries not to think about it, the harder it becomes. So with the next handful of sand, he pulls away the waist of his trunks and drops the warm sand inside, the grains teasing him. He looks around to make sure that Daniel is concentrating on the book, and then he does it again. Jesse pushes up on the legs of his trunks, exposing more of his legs to the heat of the sun and sand, but more importantly to the warmth of his own hands. Then he lays back and looks down his own body, his eyes travelling along the skin as if through a dessert of hills and valleys and smooth, untouched sand, uninterrupted until reaching an oasis, which is covered by blue swimming trunks with baby blue and pink designs. He admires the bump underneath them, but hopes that Daniel does not notice, where his father would always notice, and give his son a piercing look until it went away. Another glance over to Daniel, and then Jesse runs his hands slowly along the same path of the desert, savouring the feel of his own body even though he knows he cannot go to the forbidden oasis. His hand reaches the swimming trunks, and it stops. In his head Jesse's thoughts furiously swing back and forth, debating whether or not he should enter. And then suddenly, something grabs his arm and pulls it upwards. "What do you think you're doing?" Daniel says angrily. "Dad's gonna kill you when he finds out!" A scared look crosses Jesse's innocent face. His wrist, which is being held on to, burns suddenly from the anger of his older brother rather than from the sun. * After a moment the grip on Jesse's arm relaxes, and Daniel kneels down beside his brother. He asks Jesse to sit up, and when the boy does, his arm is released completely. Daniel then places his hand on Jesse's leg as the stern expression on his face turns into a smile. "Don't look so worried, I'm just kidding around," Daniel says. "I'm not going to tell dad, but first you have to do something for me. I've been dying to come down here without mom and dad so that I can do the same thing. And, since you're here, I guess we can help each other out." Daniel stands up, and tells his brother to pull down his trunks. Jesse does so hesitatingly, and Daniel steps out of his trunks and lays down on the sand, his erection at attention. "Lie down beside me," Daniel says to his brother. Jesse does as he is told. Daniel takes his hand and feels the now grainy skin of his brother's desert, before once again taking Jesse's arm and running it along his own body. He puts Jesse's hand between his legs. "Make a fist around it," Daniel says. His tone is gentle but firm enough that Jesse will not disobey. Jesse has never felt something like this. It is larger and thicker than his own; he can actually make an entire fist around it. When doing this for himself, he uses only his thumb, index and middle fingers. Daniel puts his hand around his brother's and begins the stroking motion. He, too, has to be careful at home, and it has been a while since he has felt this type of pressure. Daniel's left hand plays with Jesse's nipples, squeezing them and rubbing them, while he is being pleasured. He comes to orgasm quickly, and he makes sure that as much as possible of the white liquid ends up on Jesse's hand. Quickly, Daniel leans over and pulls off Jesse's shorts, noticing that his brother is no longer hard. He pulls back Jesse's foreskin and tells his brother to wipe the seamen onto himself. Jesse does as he is told. Daniel does not remove his own hand, and continues to hold the foreskin down while he instructs Jesse to use the seamen to stroke the head. He quickly regained his erection. Daniel takes Jesse's hand and places it back on the sand, and he lets go himself, allowing Jesse's penis to stand on its own, just for a moment. Daniel then takes his own three fingers and begins stroking his brother, harder and more forcefully than Jesse did for him, until he felt his brother's dry orgasm, and let Jesse go. He turns to face his brother, and begins to pour more sand over Jesse's body. "Did you like that?" he asks. Jesse nods his head. "Good, because we're stuck here with only each other for a week. Are you up for a swim?" * Jesse comes out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist, his skin red and gleaming from the steam of the shower. Daniel is sitting up in his bed, resting against the backboard, the comforter covering only the lower half of his naked body. Jesse walks up to Daniel and stands in front of him, his arms at his sides. Daniel stares at his brother for a moment before pulling the towel and dropping it to the floor. Jesse climbs onto the bed and Daniel pulls his brother into himself, without warning, and kisses him. Daniel pushes his tongue into Jesse's mouth, savouring the fresh, minty kiss. Jesse is enjoying it too, for a while, but suddenly he pulls back. Jesse quickly climbs off the bed and grabs the towel from the floor, holding it over himself. "Daniel, would it be ok if I just did it alone? It's just that I never get to and ..." "Sure Jess, go ahead," Daniel says. "I just thought it would be fun to do it together. But it's nice to do it alone too, so go ahead." Jesse drops the towel in front of his own mirror. He touches himself everywhere he can reach, sometimes caressing, sometimes squeezing. It had hurt a little bit earlier when Daniel squeezed his nipples, but now he does it for himself, and he feels the pleasure that comes out of it as well. He takes his penis and strokes it slowly, wanting the pleasure to last as long as it can. But now, he knows what it feels like to play with himself differently. When he is hard he pulls his foreskin back with one hand, and with the other massages only the head, until the feeling becomes too intense and he cannot do it anymore. He goes back to stroking the whole thing, playing with his nipples with his other hand, savouring the silence around him. Jesse closes his eyes, imagines himself back on the beach, alone, rolling around in the sand, his pleasure increasing as he wraps his entire body around the warm beach. And then, suddenly, he feels something he has never felt before. He opens his eyes during the orgasm and sees the small amount of clear, sticky fluid coming out of him for the first time. He catches some of it, and tastes it. It tastes like the ocean. He wipes himself with the towel before climbing into bed. He thinks about his brother, about the hair on Daniel's body and the size of Daniel's penis. And he knows that one day he too will look like that, but for right now, he touches himself again, and enjoys the freedom that he has with his own body. The End