Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2009 19:07:37 -0400 From: Qwik Lub Subject: Condo Amenities Part 2 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between an adult male and a teen male. No fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know what you are doing and it's ok with us. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All flames will be ignored. All other comments are welcome. Thanks to Storyguy22 and everyone who contributes to keep Nifty going. Keep 'em up! qwiklub@hotmail.com Condominium Amenities Part 2 There is so much I love about summer; the clear, blue skies, the warmth of the air, and the shirtless boys in their shorts. I'm not a fan of the long board shorts teens favor these days. However, when they are wet, the shorts cling to their beautiful butts like a second skin. That is something I live for. Accordingly, I make sure my summer routine includes a walk along the nearby beach so I can watch the young hotties jumping off the pier. I always check the tide tables to make sure when hide tide rolls in because I know my eye candy will assuredly make their appearance. Of course I also enjoy showing off my hot bod. After all, you never know what pleasures may fall by chance into my web. Some people have compared me to Boris Kodjoe, but I think I look more like Tyson Beckford. Either way, I know I turn heads with my flawless ebony skin and sculptured muscles. Teen boys; gay, straight, bi or curious; all want to have a body like mine. So there I was casually strolling along the strand at just the right time. It was a perfect, hot day, mid-80s, no clouds, light wind. Ahead I could see a large group of teens jumping off the pier, mixing with each other, girls and boys, and generally hanging out. It was the kind of hot day I favor when boys show as much skin as they can get wet. From a distance I started mentally cataloging the real hotties for a closer look as I passed. There was a veritable rainbow of hot teen skin for the viewing. I loved the colors, deep tans, brown boys, pink boys, and a couple of red boys that had too much sun. Even the girls were pretty hot with their firm perky tits and small, round butts. However, the only advantage the girls offered was how hot they made the boys. Again, I am not a fan of board shorts, unless they're wet. A couple of boys sported white shorts with blue Hawaiian flowers. The special advantage of those was that they were almost see-through when wet. One of those boys was perched on his bicycle and sporting a damn foine ass through the damp white and blue. As I got closer I got a sudden shock. It was Robbie. I realized this was the closest I had gotten to him in real life. He hadn't noticed me yet, because his marvelous backside was to me, although I noticed a couple of boys and girls glancing in my direction. Given my fine physique they couldn't help staring. I wanted to hang out and perv the eye-candy, especially knowing what was under Rob's white shorts. However, I had no excuse to explain why I would stand and stare at teenagers. "Really officer, I just like this particular spot at this time of day. Lovely weather, isn't it?" Fortunately, Mr. Softie the ice cream god heard my silent prayer and the truck pulled around the corner playing that insipid song. I never enjoyed hearing it so much since I was a kid. All the youth lined up to buy their treats. I joined the queue and thanked Mr. Rayban for my sunglasses that let me stare at all the hot teen flesh without anyone seeing my eyes, hehe. Rob had seen me now and started moving his bike in slow circles around everyone. He was cool about it, not looking directly at me, but holding on to his handlebars and standing up on his pedals with his ass sticking out. He was shirtless and nicely tanned. I looked carefully, but he did not appear to be wearing any boxers under his shorts. Hmmm. I swear he was making sure I had a good view of his assets. I bought an éclair and moved to sit on the nearby bench. Rob stopped his bike a few feet away in front of a couple of other boys and half stood, half sat on his bike. My ice cream began to melt quickly, whether from the sun or my rising sexual tension I'm not sure. One of the boys had dark brown hair with light colored eyes, a fantastic deep tan, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, flat stomach, dark brown nipples and a nice bulge in his shorts. The other boy was another blond, very cute, a rippled four-pack, tall, and long, with slightly hairy legs. Robbie stretched his arms above his head and twisted first one way, then the other. I enjoyed his narrow golden line of pit hairs on either side as he turned. Again, I had the distinct feeling he was showing off for me. As my ice cream disintegrated into my mouth I knew what he was doing was working for me. I decided two could play this game so I took off my tee shirt and sat back. I couldn't hear them, but the brunette hottie mouthed something like "wow". Both Robbie and the other boy turned and looked in my direction. I did my own stretching, giving them a classic view of my muscular ebony body. A quick look around revealed that a number of other kids were checking me out, and some of the adults too. I was beginning to get excited from the attention. Almost too late I realized that getting an erection was not the thing to do here in this beach community. With my huge cock, I had almost no chance of hiding it once I got chubbed. Half in desperation, half in inspiration I quickly kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks, threw the remaining ice cream stick into the nearby trash can and ran down the short pier to execute a flawless dive into the water. OK maybe it wasn't flawless, especially with my rapidly hardening dick bobbing a bit as I ran. Once safely in the water I pulled up and walked back toward the pier to stand in the water up to my chest. I had started a tidal wave of fun. Teens, little kids and a couple of adults took turns jumping off the pier as I had. Suddenly I had in a smorgasbord of hot flesh, water trickling off smooth bodies, shorts clinging tightly to buns and bulges. Gawd do I love the sight of teen boys on a hot summer day. Rob was right in the middle of it. He joined in as I came out of the water and rejoined the line now growing at the pier as quickly as it had for the ice cream truck. Remember those white board shorts he was wearing? He cannonballed into the water and frolicked about, not seeming in a hurry to get out. I wondered if he was having the same body over mid experience I was. After I had made another jump and moved toward the stairs he swam to the nearby stairs just before me. As he started to climb out of the water the shorts were almost transparent. He glanced at me over his shoulder. I couldn't think what to do as I felt my erection threatening to resume. Think brain - who were to presidents of the 20th century in order? Now he was right in front of me in the line. Damn that's a sweet ass. I managed to maintain just enough control until Robbie mad his jump and I had chance to get back in the water. I copied Robbie's cannonball, but stayed in this time. Even then I knew that the clear water wouldn't hide my massive tool once I got fully erect. How many pounds in a ton? How many yards in a mile? How many feet? I probably looked like I was having a stroke as I stared into space, trying hard not to watch the Rob and the other hotties so my cock would shrink to it's normal heavy hung state. I knew I needed to get moving once I was back to "normal". I finally climbed out of the water and went back to the bench to retrieve my shirt, shoes and socks. As I started to leave I looked back and saw Robbie openly watching me. His hand fell to his crotch as I walked away. I didn't have a towel with me, but once I got further down the beach the sun was quickly drying my skin. I stopped briefly to put my shoes and socks back on, then jogged back to my condo, leaving my shirt off. I knew I had to bust a big nut after that little show. I put my key into the door of my condo when I heard the squeal of rubber behind me. It was Rob, still shirtless and breathing quickly, his wet blond hair still plastered to his head. He must have ridden here as fast as he could after I left the beach. "Hi, handsome. Pretty hot, eh?" "You are." I don't think Rob meant to play on words. His face was completely open and honest. Plus all the blood clearly had drained from his brain into the huge tent he was now sporting in the still wet board shorts. "Can I please go in... with you, I mean... inside your place... with my bike, please? I told my friends I wanted ride around." Yeah right, like I could even think of keeping this teen angel locked out with that huge boner. Of course, I didn't say that. Instead I placed my hand on the knob (the DOOR knob you horny pervs, hehe) finished opening the door and held it for him. "Please, go right ahead." He squeezed his body and his bike past me into the living room. I had a quick whiff of teen sweat, hormones, salt water and who knows what. My eyes were glued to the front of his shorts pointing parallel to the bike bar, then his awesome ass with the tightly stretched wet material clinging almost invisibly to his cheeks. I was grateful to be home since there was no stopping my full erection now. This sexy young teen was in my home, and better yet, it was his idea and he was totally turned on by it. Heck, we both were. This was going to be sooo good. I hit a special switch next to the door that frosted the windows making them translucent, but keeping curious eyes from seeing what was going on inside. Rob set the bike on its kickstand and turned to face me. Suddenly, he didn't seem to know what to do. He just stared at me. His cute face went several shades of red and he stammered in a rush of words. "Umm, I hope you're not mad or anything... I just... I saw you... and you looked so hot... and I couldn't think of anything else... and when you got in the water... and I got hard..." Rob suddenly appeared to remember that his dick was threatening to tear a hole through his shorts and his hands made a futile attempt to cover his tent. "I'm cool with it, really." His beautiful green eyes drew me in as I walked toward him, taking his hands in mine and pulling them onto my own distended shorts. "I did tell you to come over anytime, didn't I?" Robbie was speechless as his hands closed around my massive cloth-covered tool. I wrapped one hand around his tent pole and reached the other around to clasp one firm, sweet ass cheek. OMG, this kid was a treasure. His cock was one of the hardest erections I've ever had the pleasure to feel. His ass was no less perfect. It was a wonder I didn't blow my load right then and there. I wanted to kiss him, but you can never tell if a teen boy is ready for something so "gay". I needed to make this last so he would keep cumming back for more. If not a kiss, I still wanted to taste the ambrosia of his youth. I dipped my head to lick and nuzzle the side of his long neck. Robbie let out a loud gasp as we groped each other. He surprised me by latching onto one of my nipples like a suckling baby. Oh my, this kid is primed for sexucation 2.0. The salty taste of his skin gave me an idea of how to prolong this session. "We need to wash off this salt water. Then we can really enjoy each other", I whispered in his ear. Robbie was reluctant to break our contact, but I saw the look of lust and trust in his eyes. Now that he was here, he was going to let me call the shots from start to finish. "Sneakers come off here by the door", I said as I toed off my own. Robbie followed my example, although we somehow had managed to hang onto each other's throbbing tents. I got a mental image of the two of us trying to walk up the stairs without letting go. Maybe we could if we walked sideways like a crab. However, as the adult I knew I had to make all of this work for him as easily as possible, especially to make sure I get all the goodies I wanted, hehe. I let go of his tent so we could walk side by side with him still groping my dick and my hand still groping his ass. Somehow I was able to steer him up the stairs by my grip on his cheek. I don't know why, but that told me his ass was going to respond to my every wish. That thought in turn made me harder and I could feel Robbie squeezing me tighter in response. At top of the stairs he let me shift him toward my open bedroom doors. Robbie stopped just inside the room. His mouth opened silently as he took in the large king size four-poster bed. Little did he know I had a few tricks specially installed in that bed, but that was for my more experienced, and kinky, boys. Across from the bed was a gas-powered fireplace with a 60" LCD HDTV over the mantle. To the left of the bed was a small sitting area with a leather love seat and a leather wing back chairs flanking a coffee table (more surprises there too) on the way to the French doors that led to the Juliet balcony. To the right was a curved glass block wall that separated the bathroom from the bedroom. It was actually the back wall of the shower. The effect was stunning, and certainly like nothing young Robbie was used to. I turned to him and said in my most reassuring voice, "Welcome to my playhouse." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note to readers: Sorry it's taken so long to post the second part, but I'm still new at this, so I will post part 3 asap and get right to the naughty bits. Thanks for your patience, and keep edging as long as you can. ;)