Date: Thu, 2 Sep 2010 08:36:02 -0400 From: chris a. Subject: Picnic at the beach Disclaimer: This work contains scenes of sex between two males. If you are under the age of 18, or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your state or country, or if you are offended by this type of material, then please do not read any further. Please remember the following: This story is a complete work of fiction. All characters have been renamed from their original names. This story is based upon the author's fantasy. samdabisa@gmail.com http://sites.google.com/site/samdabisa ********************************************************** Picnic at the Beach It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in August; a little sticky weather wise, but nice. Mike had just arrived at The Mushrooms, a picnic spot at the local beach. His fire department was having their yearly picnic there again and the weather seamed just right. It was around 11:30 and people were still showing up. Two other local towns were having their fire department picnics there as well. By about 1pm, a lot of people showed up. Burgers and hot dogs have been consumed and still cooking. There seamed to be a never ending flow of beer as well. Mike was sitting amongst the people he knew the most. As they hung out, Mike noticed this one teen/guy (it was hard to judge his age well, possibly 17). He had a surfer's body, blonde hair, his body was pretty much hairless except for what seamed like a little under his armpits. Mike loved the V shape of his torso, even without well defined abs. Mike couldn't help but stare at him since he had a hypnotizing look about him. Mike wanted to just go up to him and kiss him or something. But, being that there was a crowd, Mike didn't have the guts; he didn't want the embarrassment. After about an hour, Mike wants some sort of release, whether is was by his hands or this Surfer boy. Mike moved over to a spot where there wasn't too many people. Sitting down on the bench, watching the crowd, Mike slide a hand under his shorts and started to play with his balls and stroke on his growing hard-on. Before he knew it, Surfer Boy was moving past towards the bathroom. Mike quickly got up and followed behind, thinking this could be a good chance. Getting into the bathroom, Mike walked up to one of the urinals, slowly looking around for signs of Surfer. None. Mike opened up his swim trunks and relieved himself. A few shakes afterward and over to the sinks. Before the water got turned on, a noise caught Mike's attention. It sounded like skin rubbing against skin. Following it, Mike saw through the cracks of the stall Surfer Boy was jerking it. Mike went into the stall next to him, and he could tell Surfer boy slowed down, probably trying not to get caught jerking it. Mike lowered his shorts, and his cock happily sprang up; just thinking about the hard cock in the stall next to him had him going. "So . . . . you want some help with that, or just want to race to see who can finish first?" Mike asked after conjuring up the guts to ask. There was movement in the stall next to him, but no response. He saw Surfer Boy's feet move and end up in front of his stall. Next thing he knew, the door opened up and in he walked, locking the door behind him. "Hi, so you want to help me huh?" Surfer Boy asked. "Yeah," I started to respond, still stroking myself as he stood there. "I'm Mike and this is my 6.5 inch cock. Couldn't help but stare at you when I saw you earlier. Would love to have a physique like yours." "I'm Brian," Surfer Boy stated. He dropped his swim suite and continued, "and this is my 9 inch cock. And I'm sure you would like to have a killer body like me, but for now, you can pleasure it for me." I grabbed his cock, slowly stroking it and asked, "And how old are you? You must be 17." "20," Brian replied. With that, I stroked him harder, tickling his balls too. Oh and how nice they were, too; like golf balls. He had a nice patch of dirty blonde hair that matched his head and only a faint happy trail. Next thing Mike knew, Brian sat down on his lap, both cocks rubbing against each other as Brian began to dry hump Mike. "So, let's see who will cum first," Brian said as he went in for a kiss. "My money is on myself, I haven't cum in a week. Damn girlfriend." Mike played with Brian's ass as he humped like crazy, sticking a finger in when he could. Without realizing, Mike lifted Brian up and without thinking, landed the sweet ass on his cock. Pausing from the kissing going on, Brian states, "Or maybe you'll cum first." "No," Mike relies, "together if I have anything to do with it." Brian grinds faster and Mike strokes faster. Both are moaning, gasping for air, and sweating heavily. Brian digs in, hooking his legs around the bowl trying to get as much leverage as possible. Mike moves in and starts nibbling and sucking on his nipples. People have probably come in and gone, but the two haven't even noticed. All they cared about was what was about to occur. Brian was coming up to the point of no return; he made slow, hard movements up and down on Mike's cock. Next thing the two knew, Brian's monster was spewing cum all over Mike, causing Brian's ass to clamp down on Mike's cock. Just as Brian finished cumming, he erupted. Brian leaned forward, resting on Mike. The two stayed like that for a few minutes. After both caught their breath, they cleaned each other up. Brian popped his head out of the stall and exited, motioning that it was clear for Mike to exit too. Before the two exited the bathroom, Brian paused and took a card out of his pocket and handed it to Mike. "Give me a call later in the week," Brian said with a smile. "My girlfriend and I are both bi and enjoy threesomes." "Will do," was all Mike replied with before they went separate times. The card read 'Surfer Boy Sex Consultation and Shop' with his phone number.