Date: Sat, 09 Dec 2006 20:21:12 -0600 From: Kenny Santoria Subject: Cold Beaches Cold Beaches Kenny, ArgosyLight@hotmail.com It was the middle of November and we were heading for the beach. Not some tropical beach in Mexico or the Caribbean, and not on some Australian beach that might make sense in November. We were heading for Galveston, Texas. It was family business that took us there. My grandfather and his brother started and ran a business since they were young. They built it into so huge company but it was mostly still privately owned. Over the years many people came in to be part of the company as well as the family members. If I even tried to describe the company or what it does, I'm sure people could figure it out pretty quick and easily. My grandfather's brother passed away and then his wife. Not long after that, my grandfather had a stroke. My grandparents announced they were getting out of the business and leaving for all the others to run. I didn't pay much attention to it all, I was 13 at the time and I was in my own world. As long as I got all the things I wanted, I was happy. I could have been very spoiled, much like my cousins and such, I just didn't push it. The company called a meeting all those involved. They had to straighten out who would actually be running things. My dad did a lot of stuff but really wasn't in charge of things. He just liked being able to take off a lot of time, take clients hunting, fishing, to ball games and stuff like that. Apparently he was good at that part of the business and he would tell you it was the heart of the business, without sales there would be no profit. The meeting was set up at a resort in Galveston. It was going to be cheap, and for a reason, nobody goes to the beach in Galveston in November. They did have a pretty good set up. The grown-ups would be able to attend the meetings while the little kids would be watched by a group of teenage girls who were being paid for that duty. The kids my age could roam around the resort and do all the things there. They did have tennis, pools, the beach, pool tables, game rooms, BB courts, and stuff like that. Some were actually usable at that time. There were a lot of kids about my age too. They also had us share rooms with boys my age. I was in a room with 2 other 13 year olds and one 12 year old. Our room adjoined one with 4 other boys either 11 or 12 years old. All the girls were divided up with rooms that opened up into some parent's room, they didn't trust the boys and thought we might be sneaking into the girls' rooms. They also wanted to separate the boys a little, apparently we all had some powerful scents and were a little loud. My sister was with the girls and my little brother was in with other little boys attached to my parents room. I was not thrilled at all. I was having to give up going with my friends to the high school playoff game on Saturday. It was the week before Thanksgiving and all I wanted to do was bum around with my friends. At least we would be home on Thanksgiving day and the weekend afterwards. I also didn't think much of the kids I would be around all week. Some were not that bad but I only saw them once or twice a year at company parties. Several of the others knew each other and went to school with each other. The one boy I was closest to was going to be my bedmate. It was the best choice. When they told me the plan for sleeping, the first thing I thought was "Man! They are going to see me in my underwear." The second thing was "Oh man! I'm going to get to see Brice in his underwear!" I was shy then, but my sexual being was awakening. The little boy interests in seeing another boy's butt and enjoying pissing in cans and on campfires were giving way to things a lot more exciting, and a lot more confusing. I discovered the art of masturbation not long after the first few wispy hairs appeared above my dick. I was making a very regular habit of it and striving to master the art. My dick never seemed to complain, not only would it respond and bone up as soon as I started playing with it, it would rise all by itself at what seemed some inappropriate times. At the times when I actually had thoughts in my head when I jerked off, I would try to think of girls. I had a few Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Editions to start with, that went to some Playboys and Penthouses. The Chinese people at the little store at the corner would sell them to anybody with money. I even got a few other hard core porn magazines. Some of those showed dick, just to make the women more exciting. I did believe that I liked looking at the dicks I the magazines because I thought I was putting myself in the picture with the naked, leg-spread women. And there were a few times when I would jerk with visions of boys in my head. I tried to ignore it. The first day we got there, we just sat around and watched other people check in and talk. I went in and claimed my bed, or my half of my bed. Unpacking meant I took my toothbrush and comb out and put them next to the sink. Wrinkles in clothes meant nothing, they would either go away or I would have to live with them. I didn't want to be in my room. I didn't want to be there when my room mates showed up, that would have meant my day was committed to bonding and other boring activities. I could have handled Brice and I figured I'd find him in the lobby anyway. It was the other two boys I was not real thrilled about. I knew them, they were even cousins of some kind, they were just a little too geeky for me. We all had dinner at some fish place, of course there are fish places all over the Island. The place was filled with ancient people. All the men wore just about the same stuff, beltless sherbet colored pants pulled up to their nipples, bad dark pull over shirts, huge sunglasses tucked away in pockets or pouches. The old women all wore thin flowery dresses but had on at least one sweater. The main room of the restaurant had a blue glow from all the blue-hairs dining. Fortunately, we were in the back room. Families sat together. My little brother and his friends disappeared to another small room and were yelled at all night to come back and eat. My found the girls her age and created a sound much like bad brakes that just wouldn't quit. Their high pitched voices squeaked on and on. Brice and I sat across from each other. Our conversation picked up as the night went along. I was feeling a little better about spending all that time there. Brice was even a little cooler than at the last company party. And as gross as it may sound, the couple of zits he had on his face actually made me feel better. I wasn't so concerned about the couple that I had been fighting that week. That night was a mess. First, we went to the room too early, even though it was dark outside, it was still too early to go to bed. The two rooms filled with 8 boys who had been sitting in a car or hotel all day had just too much energy bottled up. While there were no organized pillow fights, there were many that broke out through the night. By the time it was time to go to sleep, the beds were all torn up, sheets were pulled off, blankets were all over the floor, pillows were crumpled and tossed around. I was grateful when one of the fathers came in to check on us. He said he came in to quiet us down and get us in bed. He came in with a bottle of Wild Turkey and a can of coke. He made that one can of coke last through much of that bottle. The father sat in a chair that he put right in the doorway between the rooms. He told us all to get ready for bed, meaning strip down to our underwear. Several of the boys would go from room to room. That meant they had to crawl over or squeeze by that father. I say him look at every boy's crotch or butt as they moved over him. He would also lend a hand a few times. His fingers would just slip in between butt cheeks or along the bulges in front of the underwear. I did take my time taking off my clothes. Just about everybody else was undressed before let my jeans drop. Then for a while, Brice and I were the only ones with our shirts still on. He had his unbuttoned and it just hung loosely. The long tails of his shirt hid most of what was in his underwear. While that had an advantage for me as well, keeping my shirt on also hid my nipples. I was at that time when my hormones were so absolutely messed up that it gave me puffy little breasts. I was even able to squeeze them and get a drop or two of liquid. It was killing me to think I had breasts. They didn't last very long really, they were just about gone by the time I read about the condition in the book that my parents gave me for Christmas that year. That was my official sex education. Even with the little nipples, I thought I looked pretty good then. I had grown tall, my muscles were showing up, and my body was really maturing. I was smooth all over, a few light hairs could be found on my chest and the slightest shadow of a mustache could be seen if the light was right. All my good stuff had really grown too. My balls went from a little bulbous pouch to a long sack. I really noticed it one morning while sitting on the toilet and felt my balls hit the cold water. It amazed me that my balls had grown that big. The next two weeks, I kept my hands on my balls, examining them for all they were worth. Although, I'm not sure when my dick took off growing. I just know one day I could wrap all my fingers around it and had room to jerk. It had grown to an extremely hard boner, curved slightly upwards, pink and I think cute. But I wasn't real anxious for anybody there to see what I had. The next morning, I woke up earlier than the rest. I opened my eyes and Brice's face was no more than an inch away from mine. I flinched at the surprise. Then for several minutes I studied his face. A beam of light was coming in through the curtains from a streetlight in the parking lot and it crossed his face. His lips looked so full, his teeth were mostly straight and really white. He did have a little morning breath but it really wasn't all that bad. His cheeks and upper lip had light fuzz on them. I wondered if it was enough to mean that he also had hair between his legs. I looked at his closed eyes and watched them twitch slightly. His hair was over his forehead and across his eyes. It was just slightly wavy, brown with natural light highlights. His hair would look even better than week when we got outside and on the beach. It seemed to curl and flow naturally. I had to pee so bad that I had to slide out of bed. As I moved, I disturbed Brice enough that he shuffled around, his hand went down and scratched his dick and balls, as he groaned a little. It was too dark to see what he had in his underwear. I continued to slide out of bed. I stopped and looked at the other two in the other bed. They were tangled together, legs and arms entwined. I could even see part of a naked butt where the old underwear had slid down in the middle of the night. I went in and sat on the toilet and took care of business. I had a habit of using the time on the toilet to wake up. Most of the time, jerking off was part of it but I wasn't about to do that with all the other boys in the room. I was just about asleep sitting there when the door opened. Brice came in, a little surprised to see me, and he quickly made up a story about checking to see if there were towels near the shower. I quickly stuck a hand in front of me, holding down my boner and hiding it. I was about the same height as Brice's underwear and when he reached over and pulled the shower curtain, there was no way not to look right at the big bulge in his underwear. I was looking to see if it was a tent from a boner or just a big dick all crammed in there. Before Brice left, one of the other boys came right to the door. He was pinching his dick and I'm sure ready to pee. Instead, he was thrilled to have caught me on the toilet. He called in his bedmate and when he came to see, they got three from the other room for the show. I wasn't about to lift up and wipe my butt. Not only was that embarrassing but it would mean I would have to take my hand off my boner and expose that to the world of seven other boys. It took awhile before they all backed up enough for me to close the door. I think they did it because there was more of a demand to pee than the other toilet could handle. And before that, I thought it was only my little brother who had bad aim, but apparently 11, 12, and 13 year old boys don't have that great of aim either. The day was just a lot of wandering around and checking things out. Brice and I ended up walking by the conference room where the meeting was going on and there was enough yelling and hollering that it was interesting enough to stand there and listen. We did get run off and found our way to the Burger King down the street. The two of us were getting along pretty good but there were times when we just ran out of things to say to each other. We went to the game room and screwed around there, playing pool mostly. Then some of the other boys found us and got us to follow them. Most of the other kids, at least the non-babysitters or non-babysats, were in one of the girls rooms. Eight boys, 10 girls, and nothing really to do. There was plenty of talking and giggling. I really felt more of an outsider, it was obvious that many of the kids knew each other a lot better than me. Several went to the same schools, others actually paid attention to who was related. One of the topics that we talked about was about family relations. The girls really led it as they decided who could have sex with whom. Not that it would have happened. They argued about how far apart you had to be legally. Apparently there were different rules, in Texas it was a couple of cousins away, in Oklahoma it was first cousins, and in Arkansas it was ok even if you were brother and sister, just as long as you didn't get married. It just got really stupid and I wasn't helping things. One of my room mates, Trip, caught on with the BS that I was spewing and supported just about everything I said. That afternoon, I really started liking Trip. Trip was named after his grandfather and father. He was the III, and Trip was just another way of calling him the Third. One of the other boys in the other room was Trey, named after my grandfather and his father. Trey being just another way to call him the Third. My parents always said that these boys were named after the founders of the company just to suck up and get a bigger share of the company. It probably also had something to do with my middle name. I was named after the founders' father. The group got real familiar as the afternoon went by. After another dinner together, we all came back and before too long, we were playing truth or dare. There were several more kids as some of the younger ones followed up back to the room. I think that is was why it was more truths than dares. It started out pretty tame. The truths coming my way were actually nice, they were being nice to the kid they didn't know that well. They did get a little sexier as it went along and a lot of the littler kids were taking away or lost interest and found somewhere else to go. I was pretty lame, I used the same question for two different girls. I asked them about what kind of panties they were wearing. It was funny the first time, and pretty good the next time too. The second girl, her brother jumped on her and pulled her panties out the back of her jeans, giving her a wedgie. So the next question went to Brice about the worst wedgie he ever got. He got a little more descriptive than he had to be and that opened it up a little more. One of the girls asked Trip about his most embarrassing boner. There were girls who didn't what a boner was. Two of the younger boys stood up, clamped their hand around their crotch and told them what it was. Trip's answer was quick and simple. It was just in school, up at the blackboard. That same question came to me. I tended to get real red when I would get embarrassed. They were all laughing so hard at me for turning red. Even as I was trying to say something, I would look up and they would all laugh so hard. I could feel my face get red and hot. I was going to tell them one of two stories. I couldn't believe that I was willing to tell anybody, much less this little crowd. I started to tell them about the boner I got while in front of dozens of parents and students at the self defense class I took. I was just in gym shorts and a T. Every time I started telling, I couldn't continue because they were laughing so hard or I would have to duck my head in embarrassment. That got us too loud. I didn't even realize that the parents in the next room were even there. They came in and told us it was time for the boys to leave. As we made our way back to the room, down a hall that was really nobody on except our two rooms, the father who helped us get ready for bed the night before, joined us in the hall. He was just as helpful that night, with a new bottle of Wild Turkey, this time with a 7-11 SuperGulp holding the mixer. He even helped us remember to pee before bed, since peeing the bed would not be fun. I'm sure he was helping some of the boys with there aim, at least he was in position to give a critique of their techniques. He ended up in the other room and told them stories. Brice, Trip, Kevin and I were still wired from earlier. We were ready for bed, sitting on the beds in our underwear. I thought I was off the hook to tell about my most embarrassing boner, but at the same time, I was a little anxious to tell about it. I don't know why but I had a desire to expose myself that way. I wasn't able to get out of it. Brice brought it back up and told me I had to tell. Trip stopped me by setting the record straight. He got us to agree that we all not only knew what a boner was but that we all got them, a lot. I told them mine. I was in a self defense class, it was a combination of karate, judo, and all those other things. It was just for kids although the teachers do something like it for cops all over the State. We were doing a demonstration on the last day of class for our parents. We would beat on each other, jump and kick dummies, defend ourselves from slinging socks and stuff like that. We were standing up so long as the teachers explained and demonstrated things, that my boner grew to a noticeable size. It was at a time that I would have a boner almost all the time, and before I started to jerk off. As I went through all my motions, several right in front of the audience, I knew my boner was showing. I did a few things to try to hide it, at one time I even snuck my hand inside my shorts and rearranged. Nothing really hid it. I saw a few mothers whispering to the fathers and I was sure that they were talking about my boner. It was only fair that the others tell. Brice told about when he was lined up with the other boys on his football team. They were all just in underwear and socks and waiting in one room. They had three doctors doing physicals all right next to each other. The coaches would get the next boy lined up right behind the one being looked at. Brice said he felt his boner start to rise when he was still about 15 behind the front. By the time he was on deck, he had a full blown boner. All the time the doctor was listening to his heart, feeling his neck, and all those other things, he kept wishing for his boner to go away. He thinks it actually made it worse. When the doctor went to feel his balls, his underwear snagged on his dick. The doctor had to get another grip on his underwear and pulled. His dick slapped against his belly and it was loud enough that the boys on both sided of him looked over, the coaches even looked. The doctor looked a little pissed. From then on, all the boys on his team gave him shit, they still did. Kevin, was 12 but he was big, he was a little taller than me. He had a gorgeous face then. Year later, the private school he went to but his face on the brochure. He's just got a great smile, eyes, cheeks, and chin. Its hard not to stare into his eyes when you talk to him. They are a sparkling green color, its almost like jewels. And he is a little hairy, even when he was a kid, his arms and legs had hair on them. At that time, the other thing that I noticed about Kevin was his tight little nipples. They were hardly noticeable but the actual nipple part stuck out like a little nub. Kevin said that his was before he got pubes, which told me that he had them then. He was on a scout trip. They went to one of the scout leaders' property and camped out and went fishing. There was a rope swing to play with and they all went swimming. They were so far from anywhere that they decided to go skinny dipping. Kevin boned up as he waited to swing. Had it when he swung out into the water, when he came out of the water, and as he waited in line again. He said he wasn't really worrying about it. Boners for him and his two brothers were not all that special. It was when one of the scout leaders pulled him from the waiting line to talk to him. They walked around to the other side of the pickups and the guy told Kevin not to be embarrassed and that it was natural. He even thumped his boner a few times. The guy said that he would even stand guard if Kevin needed to jerk off before he went back, if that would help getting his boner down. That's when it was embarrassing. Trip's story was about what he told us in the other room. He wasn't even sure if anybody saw it. Other than a girl who was chasing him for years. But she would look at his crotch all the time. He did say he knew what Brice was talking about at the physicals. That was to set up another round of telling about our 2nd most embarrassing boner. That's when Kevin said it was the one he had right then. We did all laugh, but I too had a boner. It was Trip who helped us out by once again setting the record straight. He got us all to admit that we all had boners. And since we were going to be living together for the rest of the week, we should just go ahead and show. I have no idea why I agreed to do that. But I did. We stood up, counted down and then dropped our underwear. Brice's slapped out again. Mine bounced. Trip's stood out and looked huge on his body, his balls may have been as long as mine. And Kevin's came out as he made it bounce up and down. There were a few little giggles but then we stood there, looking at each other. I had only caught glimpses of other boys dicks but never studied them like this. Oh, I had seen my brother's little thing and several from years ago but not since they had matured, grown hair, gotten long, and started to bone up. I'm not sure any of us would have moved if it wasn't for a cough from the other room. The father helping us get to bed was moving into our room. I have no idea if he saw us standing there, or had been listening earlier or had just appeared at the doorway. It did get us to let our underwear snap back and sit back on the bed. If I ever needed to jerk off, it was right then. I was already past due, I skipped a couple of times that I would routinely jerk. Now I was sitting right there with a bunch of almost naked boys, all with boners, all of them knew I had one. The father stood there and talked to us awhile. We just wanted him to go away. It was when we got in bed and quit listening to him that he decided that it was time to leave. The lights were out, the street light outside was enough to see Brice's face. I heard Kevin and Trip talking or really whispering. Brice and I were talking low as well. One of his fingers would flick up and touch one of my nipples. They were not only a little puffy but sensitive. Each time that Brice would flick a nipple, I would jerk back, and quit talking. Brice thought it was funny. Then he kept his finger on my nipple and went around it. I was trying to continue what ever we were talking about but I just finally had to shut up and enjoy the feeling. Before I realized what he was doing, he squeezed my nipple, I immediately said no but in just that quick motion, he made a drop of liquid come out. He rolled it in his fingers. I was searching for words. He said that is a cool thing. I started to defend myself by saying I wasn't a girl. I never got it out when he said his used to do that. Immediately, I felt better. It was such a small little thing to say but it made me feel very much more normal. Brice told me it was just hormones and boys' bodies just react that way. He said when it started happening to him, he was so nervous that he thought he would have to go have them operated on. There was a whole series of phone numbers that you could call and get information on all kinds of stuff, like what fertilizer to use on your yard, or how to avoid the clap, or your daily horoscope. He called one of the numbers and that got him connected to an actual doctor who told him all the scientific stuff about it. He finally asked the doctor if he was alright. The doctor told him he was completely normal and congratulated Brice on reaching puberty. Then Brice grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. He told me that his were still a little puffy but not as bad as they were. He guided my hand to his nipple and told me to feel. Then told me to pinch and squeeze. It surprised him that I was able to get a little drop to come out. It didn't smell like much, but then we were laying so close to each other and neither one of us had showered in a couple of days, that the scent from out bodies drowned out most other smells. We ended up sliding closer together and our hands roamed around each other's chests and bellies. I loved feeling the warm smooth skin on my hands. His hand on my felt both exciting and relaxing. My heart was racing and I could feel his, especially when my hand went to his neck and felt his pulse pump away. My boner was tenting out my underwear and I kept trying to get close enough to have my dick touch any part of his body. I was really enjoying it and it was lasting a long time. It ended when Brice put his face right at mine and found my lips with his. That shocked me but at the same time gave me a huge sense of well being. I hadn't kissed a boy but it did feel very right at the time. He whispered good night and grabbed the sheets and pulled it over us. He snuggled down like he was going to sleep. I didn't move for a few minutes. Then I was worried about Kevin and Trip. I figured they were over on the other bed watching and laughing at us. I lifted up and looked at them. I could see only a single head above the covers. I couldn't tell one body from another with the limited light and the covers hiding them. I was sure they were not watching us though. My heart was still racing, my head was spinning, my legs wanted to get up and run down the beach, my hands wanted to explore even more. I didn't think I could ever fall asleep that night. It surprised me when I found myself waking up. I tried to move my hand but I felt a warm soft fleshy weight. My hand was pinned under Brice's belly, two fingers felt the top of his underwear. Two thoughts went through my head, one was that my hand was in such a good position to actually touch some good parts. The second was that my hand was close enough to get caught at something I wasn't even trying to do. I couldn't pull my hand out without waking Brice. I rolled over towards him and realized that I was boned up. It was when my boner touched his hip. There I was worried about my hand touching him, and now I was enjoying my dick touching him. I used my free hand to rub his back. I thought if I tickled it enough, he would move enough to get my hand out. When my hand hit his back, I felt fine soft hair, more fuzz than anything else. I hadn't noticed it before but when I looked in the days ahead, I could see the little patch of blonde fuzz right at the small of his back. When Brice didn't move at all, I moved my hand around. I found his underwear. I moved my hand down and his butt cheeks felt so fine. In the tight underwear, his cheeks felt very firm and his butt crack was perfect. My hand stayed on his butt for as long as I felt brave enough. Then I was able to get him to move when I pulled slightly on the little fuzz. He reached back and scratched his butt then rolled. Only thing was that when he rolled, he rolled into me. Now, his whole backside was pressed up against me. I felt the heat from his body melt into me. My boner was bent in half pressed to his butt. My nipples, as sensitive as ever, were right on his bareback. My thighs even ran right along the back of his legs. And I was afraid to let my arm down, it just hovered over Brice. I finally let my hand land on his hip. And as I relaxed, I felt his chest rise and fall slowly with his breathing. My breathing started to match his rhythm, I pulled in his scent and was enjoying it. When I felt a wetness on my dick, I knew it was precum and I knew I had to get out of there. I pulled my arm out from under him, slowly trying not to wake him. I was down to my wrist when Brice began mumbling, lifted his head and moved a little. I quickly pulled my hand out and slid the rest of the way out of bed. I made my way to the bathroom. Closed the door, let my dick out, and tried to calm down. I was already to jerk when I heard the toilet in the bathroom in the connected room. I was afraid whoever it was would hear me. I did stay in there until I was limp enough to go crawl back in bed. When I got back, I found Brice sprawled out on my side and I just slid on his side. I was surprised when I found myself jumping awake again. This time, I felt like I was about to wet the bed, I was sure I was going to pee. I grabbed my dick through the sheet, tried to jump up, but got tangled in the sheets, then managed to get fingers clamped on my dick without the sheets in the way. I ran to the bathroom, didn't bother with the lights or doors and pointed my dick at the toilet. Nothing really happened but there was a long string of precum that reached from my dick to the water in the toilet. I so wanted and needed to jerk right then. I resisted and I went back to the bed. As I slid in, I felt the bed shaking. I looked at Brice and he was rolled up in the covers facing away from me and he body was shaking. I swear he was laughing or trying to suppress the laugh. I leaned over and tried to look at his face, his eyes looked like they were squinched up too tightly, but he looked asleep. I just got back in bed and I felt a cold wet spot on the top of my leg. I figured it was more precum that I leaked. It was light outside before any of us moved. I heard a voice from the other room. I felt a weird warmth in my face and something on my lip. It took me a while for my brain to start working. As I realized where I was and who I was with, I found Brice had moved over and was sharing my pillow. It was his nose that pressing against my lip, his nose was almost all the way in my mouth. Our legs and arms were tangled up, we moved apart before I could really tell what was touching what. I could recognize Brice's scent on the taste left in my mouth. The next 20 minutes was a parade of boys heading to the bathroom and trying to piss with morning boners. It was obvious with the kind of time that each of us took before the piss actually started to flow. We laid around the rooms, watching TV. One of the younger boys from the other room staggered in and flopped down between Kevin and Trip. His hair stood up with severe bedhead, one eye wasn't even open. He had on a pair of tight white briefs that he had really out grown. They were tight all the way around, cutting into his thin legs and belly. His dick and balls could be picked out of the bulge. Brice and I smiled, Kevin and Trip just shrugged. It was about that time that there was a knock at the door. One of the boys in the other room went to his door and opened it. There was a short conversation when he shut the door and ran into our room. He went to the door as he told Trip that it was his mother. He opened it wide as we all went scrambling to cover out underwear clad bodies. Trip's mother stepped right in and after saying good morning and all that good stuff, she told us that we all had to take a shower before we did anything. The boy kept the door open and several of our company people strolled by and couldn't resist looking in. He kept giggling, one hand on the door knob and the other pinching his dick. When Trip's mother finally left, we all kidded ourselves about it. Then mostly milled around waiting and discussing who wanted to go first in the shower. The water running in the other room was like a stimulant. The four boys in there all got loud and naked. Brice, then Trip, then Kevin all went before me. Brice kept the towel wrapped around his waist and didn't even start to get dressed. Trip did the same thing and Kevin was just drying off when I went into the shower. Kevin was toweling himself off and it caused his dick to swing and bounce around. I thought I was discreet as I watched his dick. I stepped into the bathroom, the floor was completely wet, the whole place was steamy, and there were three pairs of underwear on the floor, soaking up water. I stepped out of mine, left them on the floor since that seemed like the thing to do. I spent probably too long in the shower but it was an opportunity to be naked and alone for a little bit. I gave my dick a few strokes but it was far from jerking. When I stepped out, I found there wasn't a towel in there. I had to get help. I got handed a little hand towel. I wasn't that big of a boy but that towel was awfully small. And it sure couldn't cover me as I went back into the room. I just held the towel in front of me as best I could without being obvious. Brice let his towel drop. My eyes went right to his crotch. And Kevin came into my line of sight and he had removed his towel. My mind was working on me trying to hide as much as it was reacting to an opportunity to look at naked dick. I barely moved as I stood there and looked. Even Trip had lost his towel, he was even walking around with a fresh pair of underwear but hadn't put it on. My eyes darted into the other room. It looked like a bunch of monkeys in there as those boys were running around naked, snapping towels and otherwise playing grabass. I looked back and my eyes met Brice's. Then I saw his eyes go right down my body. He realized I was stiff before I did. He looked back up at my face, smiled and then went back down to my dick. I saw his hand play a little with his dick and then grab his balls. I got very nervous right then. I went for my bag, as I made my way through the room, I rubbed up against both Kevin and Trip, all naked. I went digging in my bag for underwear, of course it was at the bottom of the bag, the first thing I put in there when I packed. I'm bent over, in what I thought was a fairly safe position for a naked boy, at least I was hiding my junk. Then I felt a big toe press against my butt hole. I jumped, hit my head on the wall, and almost fell into my bag. Trip was on the bed behind me, laughing his little head off. I cussed him as I also laughed. I was laughing at how fast I actually reacted, and because it was actually good feeling. The rest of the day was pretty unexciting. A cold front blew in and made outside just miserable. That didn't stop the four of us from walking down the seawall. We went into a few souvenir shops and a surf shop. We all acted like we knew something surfing or hanging at the beach. We ended up back at the hotel, damp from the cold mist, and found the boys from the other room holed up with the girls. They were deep into another round of truth or dare which by that time had turned into telling dirty stories and daring each other to show various body parts. While we didn't really get into the game, we heard enough to rekindle the interest we had from the night before. It was too nasty to go out and we had pizza delivered to our rooms. The parents were going to work a little longer and ate their pizza in the conference room. We did go back to find our room was made up. The maid either helped us out or had a sense of humor. We found our underwear that we had left on the wet bathroom floor, hung to dry on the hangers over our beds. Hung in pairs and carefully placed. With the parents in the conference room, it also left an opportunity to share some of the happy hour refreshments. We kept telling the guy that we were getting the beer for our parents. He even gave us a tray to carry several cups at the same time. We were so bold about it that he thought we had to be carrying it to them. We made several trips with the tray, each time walking towards the conference room, and right on by, right to our room. The four of us acted as if we actually liked the taste of the beer. To me, it was like we were drinking some rotted nasty gunk from the back of the refrigerator. We finished off our stash in no time and Brice and I made one more trip. I knew I was truly drunk by then. The carpet in the hallway was spinning, the walls were getting in my way, and Brice was extremely funny. Two more cups of beer a piece and we were back in the room. Ignited by the others' stories, fueled by the beer, and driven by hormones, our room really started to party. It was me of all people who needed to get comfortable. My jeans were just killing me. Once I was down to underwear and a T, the others got there as well. We were sitting on the floor between the beds. Our last beers were on the nightstand, pizzas were on the beds behind us. Making the others laugh had a great benefit, from where I was sitting, I could see either balls or dick coming out the legs of underwear and every time they laughed, their balls would shake and jiggle. And even with the beer and the pizza, I could smell the scent that only comes from boys, that hot musky sexy scent. In that small close space between the beds, with four nearly naked boys, the brew of scents was firing my desire. I got the conversation directed back to boners and associated activities. I felt so smart when I got Kevin to ask if we ever jerk off. After a few bashful confessions, Trip, always one to set the record straight, had us all agree that we did indeed all jerk off. And before we could agree, he flashed us his boner. It was like a vote of agreement when we all showed at least a little of our boners. I did have a good buzz going, I was feeling no pain. For a long time, and all of the pizza a beer, we sat there and told stories about jerking. There were stories of getting caught by somebody. And of jerking outside or somewhere exciting. And getting jerked by somebody else. I mostly just listened, getting harder, and sneaking a finger into my own underwear to keep my boner under control. I didn't have any stories that would qualify for any of the topics. The most exciting place that I had ever jerked off was in my parents' bathroom instead of my own. When they noticed I wasn't telling anything, I was forced to make something up. My mind wasn't working real good with all the beer and I started to make up a time when I jerked off under choir robes while singing in a concert. It was such a bad story that they started questioning me and my story just got worse. It got so silly and I knew I was caught that I made it even more ridiculous. They caught on and they started helping me. Before long, I was shooting cum and hitting the sheet music on the piano and that changed the song and it was a mess of a song. The same night that I admitted to somebody that I jerk off, I had to admit that I had never jerked with somebody or anywhere exciting. I felt worse about not jerking. Trip did tell me that he knew a time when I jerked in front of somebody. I was surprised and really thought hard before I asked him when. He told me right then and there, and he pointed to where my hand was at the time. While I thought I was being unnoticed, I had been slowly stroking my dick with my fingers. What little blood was not in my boner rushed to my face. It was just after that when we started to compare how we jerked. I knew of two ways, one grabbing my dick with my fist and wanking as hard and fast as I could and the other way was to hump a pillow, bed, rolled up towel, or anything that would hold up under my thrusts. I don't think I blinked for ten minutes as I watched the others pull out their boners and stroked them with a little variation. I did have a strangle hold on my own dick. I don't even remember my underwear being pulled down, but I started to show my stroke. With my underwear down, the other pulled their down. I wasn't even stroking and I felt a small contraction, almost like I was shooting. Clear warm liquid oozed out and I brushed it off my dick and kept it on my fingers. Trip was showing us how to do one stroke and I wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. He wanted to help me position my fingers just right and he put his hand on mine. Enough of his hand hit my dick that I felt an electric shock go from my dick all through my body. I really wasn't playing stupid as I got accused of, but it did keep his hand on my dick. I was within seconds of shooting when he let go. All the others knew I was close. Brice asked the others if they wanted to shoot. He grabbed an empty beer cup and told us all to shoot in there. I was feeling a pounding in my head and my heart raced. We got up on our knees, facing the little cup on the floor. Hands and dicks were flying all around. Just as I felt the cum build up and ready to explode, Kevin leaned in and put his dick in the cup and I heard the first two splashes of cum hit the cup. And I had to force my dick in there as well. Our dicks met, I couldn't believe the intensity of those two small pieces of flesh meeting but I could barely stay on my knees. I growled as my dick shot out four hot shots of cum. I wasn't quite through when Trip pulled me out of the way. His first shot at the cup missed and landed on my thigh. He finished off right as soon Brice started to fill the cup. In big heavy globs, Brice's cum oozed out the tip of his dick. We sat back and laughed and smiled. Trip asked for the cup back and he milked out the last of his cum. I motioned for the cup to do the same thing. Trip kept a hold of the cup and I just squeezed my dick and the last big glob just hung on. Trip helped me out and scraped it off the tip. If my dick was on the way to going limp, it started to get hard again with just that little touch. Nobody tried to cover up. It was almost like a rule of jerking, you left it hanging out to be admired by the others. Brice picked up the cup and started to look and roll the cum around. We passed it around and we could definitely see the different cums in there. I even smelled it. I could smell mine, or at least like mine but there was a heftier scent, more musk or something. I did start to feel a little guilty or embarrassed by it but I didn't want to be the first one to cover up. It got pretty quiet in the room for a little bit. We started to listen to the noise coming from the other room. We laughed at a few things and that got us talking again. We did ignore the banging on both doors. I wasn't looking at faces as we talked. I was still very much hard. Trip never even looked like his was going down. Brice was pretty limp but his dick stayed about as long. Kevin's was about hidden with his hand. He kept massaging and rolling it. I know it was a little softer but not much. The air was so thick. We were all revived, as much as the beer would let us. We got talking about how cool it would be to fill the entire cup with cum. We were all up for another try at it. Brice slapped his dick around and we all stroked. I was doing all I could to last a little longer but I didn't want to be last. I watched as Trip and Kevin shot into the cup. I was lined up with Trip's dick and it was like watching in slow motion as the cum shot out of the hole. I saw it come right out. Brice handed me the cup as he was still stroking, he knew I would shoot before him and I went a little faster. The others enjoyed the faces I made as I shot. And I looked at what I put in the cup. I could tell mine sitting on top of the pool. Then Brice told me to hold it for him. I kept both hands on the cup and put it in front of him. His chest rested on my head and I made sure his dick was aimed at the cup. I caught four big globs and they rolled out of his dick. He collapsed on my back. His chest was on my back, his hands reached back to my butt but more importantly, my head was inches from his dick. I was having trouble breathing but every breath I took, I sucked in hot heavy air scented with the aroma of Brice and my own body. All I had to do was twist my head a little and I could have licked or sucked him. As we started to unwind, Kevin got up and said he had to pee. Explaining that if he didn't pee after he shot, his dick would burn. I agreed and we stood at the toilet together and watched each other pee. With all the beer we had inside of us, we stood there for a while. And our aim did get better. Trip and Brice followed. We spent a little more time sitting on the beds and talking. Brice passed out on our bed and Kevin went to sleep in his. Trip and I started to talk and he asked me if he could see something. We went into the bathroom where the light was on. He was shaking a little when he asked me if I would pull my underwear down. I pulled them down so my dick was hanging over. I thought he just wanted to see my dick. He asked to see more. He wanted to see my balls. He bent over and looked closely. He said his balls were long and hung low like mine. He wanted to see how similar they were. He had never seen other boys with low hanging balls like ours. They were the tight little pouches right under their dicks. Trip pulled his underwear down and he pulled his balls up to show how much he had. We then turned and looked in the mirror and stood side by side. Our balls really did hang low. Then he asked me if he could feel mine. He would let me touch his. I just nodded, I wasn't talking that great by then. Trip's hands were very gentle but they were all over my sack. My dick went from ¾ hard to full boner. I even spread my legs a little more. My eyes closed, I put my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling, and I could have had him feel my balls for hours. Then I heard him say "that's my cum". I asked him what he meant and he was pointing to the glob of cum on my leg. I smiled and said I knew. I reached down and wiped it off. I couldn't help myself and I brought it to my nose to smell it. I did like the smell, it wasn't that musky cum I smelled in the cup, his had more of a chlorox smell than mine though. Then he asked if I wanted to feel his balls. It felt so strange to be feeling and holding somebody else's balls. I was a little awkward as I moved around them. By the way they felt in my hands, I thought they were longer than mine. I felt his hand crawling over to mine again. We stood very close to each other and felt each other up. We had to move over to lean against the wall to keep standing up. Our heads and faces touched. Our chests were pressing together. I felt his hard nipples press into my puffy nipples. Our hands started to include playing with dicks. We started to stroke each other. I would go back to his balls a little and then back to his dick. When I tried to go to his balls again, he held my hand back on his dick. We were there quite a while, or at least it seemed that way. I could tell he was getting close to shooting and I felt his body tense up. I kept stroking and I could feel the cum in his dick. There wasn't all that much of it but it all went either into my pubic hair or on my wrist. He had to grab my hand to make me stop stroking. I was left with a dick that was hurting. I was too close to stop. I asked Trip to keep going. He held my dick and said he would, in just a second. That second was an awful long time to me but he finally started again. He told me to turn around. He leaned up against the wall and put me right in front of him. He reached around me and started stroking me. The feel of his body behind me was amazing, I could feel his dick on my butt, and his hand very tight on my dick. My hands went to his side and grabbed his butt. As he stroked me, he told me to open my eyes and look. We were right in front of the mirror and it was like looking at nothing else I had ever seen. I watched as he jerked me. As I got close, I had to shut my eyes, bite my lip, and concentrate on not shooting. I didn't want to shoot, I wanted him to go as long as I could. Trip knew I was close and he told me to let it go, just shoot, "just shoot dude". I didn't have much cum left in me but I had plenty of dry shots. We stayed like that for a while. I did turn around to face him. I was amazed at how much sweat we had on us. I would rarely jerk off long enough to sweat. We were covered and slick. I leaned all up against him. He held on to my butt and squeezed it, that alone would have been a new and wonderful feeling for me. We were hot and sweaty. We walked out of the bathroom and went to the window and stepped outside on the balcony. We didn't think any body could see us. They would have to be on the beach or in the hotel across the lot. It didn't really help to dry us off but we got chilly pretty quick. We went back into the dark room and found our underwear. It turned out the next morning that we had found each other's underwear. I found out after I took off what I was wearing and saw the writing in the back from when he went to summer camp. He did pack mine up in his bag when he left. I always liked the thought of him wearing my underwear. The next morning was horrible. It was my first hangover. The boys in the next room were up early and made enough noise to wake us up and then banged on the door. None of us really moved. Kevin cussed at them and threw a shoe at the wall. They did eventually leave the room. When it got quiet again, there were parents at the front door banging, nobody moved again. They finally left us alone. Then I heard a small knock at the door and then it opened. I had one eye open and I could see the little maid come walking in. She stopped right when she could see there were bodies in the beds. She said something in Spanish, crossed herself and started to back out of the room. She did stop to look around. It really wasn't all that bad but there were pizza boxes, empty cups, and clothes everywhere. The covers on the beds were all over the place too. Kevin and Trip were just on the bed, the sheets and blanket were thrown on the floor. The maid did turn and go. A couple of us laughed at that. Just when it got quiet again, there was a knock on the door, and it opened. This time the maid let Trip and Kevin's moms in. They were not particularly mad, but they wanted us up and to get out in a hurry. They all had a plan to go to the Strand and walk around and eat lunch there. We were holding everybody up. They were about to turn around to go when they did say something about the smell in the room. They demanded that we had to all shower before we came out. We were told to hurry but to use soap in the shower. When the mothers said something about smelling and living like pigs, Trip or Kevin let out a horrendous blast, he farted in their direction. I doubt it added to the stench in the room but it got us all laughing. One of the moms said something about being gross and all that. And the farter said "I love you too mom!" I was moving slow, Brice and Kevin got up and walked to the bathroom and bumped into each other right at the door. They went on in together and I heard two streams of piss hit the toilet. That is when I realized how bad I had to pee. I was also amazed that I had my morning boner. As I was thinking about how much I had cum the night before, I didn't think there was anyway that I could be hard in the morning. I was also trying to remember if all that was real. I looked over at the other bed and Trip had his face mashed in the bed. He looked cute all crunched up like that. I looked at his butt and I realized that it all did happen. I had to pinch my dick to keep from peeing the bed and I sat up so I would be ready to go. I looked at the nightstand between the beds and there was the cup with all the cum from the night before. It was a watery mess in the bottom and several dried strings on the side. I was sitting close enough to it to smell. It was a little rank but I couldn't stop from breathing deep and smelling it. Trip growled and stretched and started to get up. I could see his boner tenting out his underwear, or really my underwear. He slid around and put his feet on the floor and looked at me. He was hiding his boner a little bit but I could still see the head. He noticed me holding my dick and asked if I had to pee or if I was jerking already. When I told him I had to pee bad, he told me to go on in the bathroom. I thought it was a little weird that the other two locked the door. After what we did the night before, being naked in the shower should not have been that big of a deal. They said it was just habit to lock it behind them. I couldn't wait any longer and I started to fill up several of the empty beer cups from the night before. Trip thought that was hilarious and said I should leave them and see if the other two would drink some more beer. Right then, I couldn't understand why anybody in the world would ever drink another beer. When Brice and Kevin finally got out of the bathroom, Trip and I took over. I got in the shower, and let Trip pee. We did close the door behind us but didn't lock it. I was hit by a blast of hot water when Trip flushed the toilet. I backed away from the water stream but jumped when the shower curtained opened up. Trip put a hand on my butt and pushed me up so he could get in. He said we could get in and out quicker showering together. There was a whole lot of skin touching as we moved around. Trip asked me if I still liked last night. I told him it was wild, nothing like I had ever done. He asked me if I liked it when he jerked me. I told him it was great. He got me sideways in the tub and he leaned against the wall. He pulled me back against him. I felt his boner bend up and rest in the crack of my butt. I had been looking at his face and didn't realize how hard he was. I knew I was about ¾ hard, until he found my dick. He played with my balls and dick and then started jerking me for real. I started feeling so much better. The feel of our bodies pressing together under the running water was almost as good as his hand on my dick. I just leaned back and let him do what I would normally do each morning in the shower. When I did cum, it was so much better than when I do it alone. Trip said that it was better then when he does that to his brother, his brother wasn't shooting yet and wouldn't let Trip quit. But it was worth it to have his brother do it to him. We swapped positions. I was jerking him but I wasn't doing it hard or fast enough or something. Within seconds, Trip took my hand off and put in under his balls and then he jerked himself. I could feel his low hanging balls start to rise and then almost disappear inside of him as he shot. I ended up holding him up and he relaxed after he shot. We did finish off the shower by facing each other and shampooing at the same time. Our dicks were banging against each other as we stood there. When we got out and dried off. Kevin said he could hear the water and knew one of us was jerking and asked which one. Before I could tell him it was a mutual jerk, Trip pointed to me and I did raise my hand. We went to the Strand, ate lunch, and hung out together for the rest of the day. After that trip, the business seemed to be going pretty good. When my parents told me that I should be paying some attention, I actually did. Well, I started going to the shop where it was much easier to hook up with Brice and Trip. There were times when we would do stuff together and with Kevin. But for me, it provided many opportunities to explore a lot more. We would do things in empty parts of the shop, sleep over with each other, and things like that. I learned a whole lot when I went to the shop, not very much about the business but a whole lot about Trip and Brice, and how bodies worked and got together. I didn't think this was going to be anywhere near this long. I thought I was even going to write more about what happened way beyond that trip the Island. I may if I hear enough that I didn't bore the crap out of you. Or if you just want me to keep going. Let me know, please. ArgosyLight@hotmail.com