Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2011 14:06:12 +0000 From: spasm2 (at) hotmail (dot) com Subject: Seaside Memories #2 This has been a long time coming, comments/brickbats to spasm2(at)hotmail.com. Seaside Memories #2 If you happened to walk along the beach the opposite way from my grandmothers house, towards the estuary and the town, eventually you hit what passed for amusements: rusting swings, crazy golf and a low white painted building from within which could be heard the monotonous rhythmic murmur of a non-stop bingo session. Johnny Bingos, as this was known locally, opened right onto the most popular section of the beach; selling ice cream, dubious burgers and candy floss to the hungry hoards. They also had a room full of slot machines and games, and tucked right in the back in a dark corner were a couple of scruffy pinball machines. Tatty they might have been, but the grubby, slack-jawed youth who dispensed change from a little booth, and administered the open fisted clout that was sometimes required to coax a reluctant machine to co-operate, was also the maintenance technician, and in this case at least, kept his dilapidated charges in excellent playing order. I had discovered these venerable tables the previous year, and whilst I was by no means addicted to the game, I found that when I was playing, all other distractions melted away as I concentrated on keeping the silver ball in play. Sometimes, on the hottest days, it was good to escape the scorching rays (no sun block back then) retire to the relative coolness of that ill-lit corner and play a few games. Of course, back in the day, I didn't possess the sort of funds that would have allowed me to play the tables as much as I'd have liked, but I was just as happy on the beach; walking on the sands and playing in the rock pools. My little adventure a few days earlier had given those activities a new piquancy, and I have to admit that I was more than a little distracted. I had spent several days wandering on the banks, and hanging out in the little cove in the hope that my new friends would put in an appearance. Other than an almost permanent erection and an ever deepening tan, I had gained nothing from these efforts. Most days I would find a time to climb up to my little niche, strip off my clothes and replay the episode that was filling my mind, while I had a slow and delicious wank. Other than the brief sighting I'd had of Tommy from the bus, the other boys had vanished as thoroughly and mysteriously as they had arrived, and their continuing absence was beginning to obsess me. My family were mystified by my abstraction, my grandmother expressing the opinion that; `the laddie's fair sickening for something'. As ever, she was near the truth, I was filled with a near-feverish erotic desire to spend more time with the boys, as I have previously recorded. Back at our home in London, I was just beginning to make discoveries about sex and my sexuality and the open and uninhibited way Stu and Tommy had celebrated their pleasure with me had pushed so many buttons that I had gone into a sensory overload. I'd decided that I liked it very much and I wanted more. On this particular day the sun was strong and bright in the sky and I had opted out of a family day out to Edinburgh, I'd woken up feeling very horny, my morning erection omnipresent in my pyjamas. I knew that whatever else I might be thinking of doing, at some point later in the day I'd be dropping my pants in what I had come to think of as my wanking place. Once my cock had subsided a bit I wandered into the sitting room, ignoring the flurried activity as the rest of my family prepared to depart. My Grandmother was seated in state, as everyone bustled around her; fixing me with her fierce blue eyes she addressed me: `If you're not away to Auld Reekie with the rest of them, what mischief are you getting up to today?' she asked, waving her walking stick regally. `Nothing,' I answered, `thought I'd go along the banks again.' `Have you still not found anyone to play with?' she pressed. `No, there's no-one.' `Your mother said you'd met a boy on the beach last week, can you not meet up with him? It's not healthy spending all this time on your own.' `I've only seen him once since then, in town; from the bus, I suppose he must have gone home.' `That's a shame,' she said, `tell you what, why don't you go and have an ice cream and a bit of a go on the machines at Johnny Bingos, that'll cheer you up.' She pressed a 50p coin into my hand. `Thanks very much,' I said. Actually, that seemed like a really good idea, in this glorious weather the beach outside would be full of families, and a little innocent talent spotting might help to fuel my fantasies for later. `Well, away you go and get your clothes on, the day's a-wasting,' she instructed. `I know,' I said, `and I expect you've got some of your old biddy friends coming round to drink tea and gossip and you want me out of the way.' `Less of your cheek, young man, you're never too old for a smacked bottom,' she replied, with a twinkle in her eye. `You'd have to catch me first,' I replied, dancing out of the way of her flailing stick. Honours even, I went back to my room to dress, not that this presented too many choices. I opted for one of my new pairs of pants; a smooth bikini style brief, pale blue with a white trim, they felt smooth and silky against my skin, and as I pulled them on I could feel my cock stiffening up again. I opened the wardrobe door to check them out in the mirror, they looked good, and my semi-hardness was plain to see through the fine fabric. Over my new pants I pulled on my white cotton shorts and finished my dressing with a sleeveless yellow t-shirt that showed off my tanned skin nicely. Then, once I'd put on my sand shoes I was ready to face the world. Stepping from the relative coolness of my Grandmother's house into the daylight felt a bit like walking into a bonfire, the sun was scorching, and I could already feel it reddening my shoulders as I walked down the steps towards the beach. There were already several families staking out their territory with stripy nylon windbreaks, and as the tide was still on the way out, there wasn't much beach yet for them to spread out in. I eagerly scanned the tideline, looking, without much hope it has to be said, for my two pals from the previous week. Jingling my money in my pocket, I decided to give Johnny Bingos a try, I hadn't had a game of pinball for days and the sun really was getting very hot. The interior was predictably murky and smelling of chip fat and hot sugar as ever. I was pleased to see that no-one was on either of the pinball machines, I was always a solo player, and hated to be watched when I was playing. There were some older boys who came in sometimes, and would put stacks of coins on the glass to reserve the tables for the rest of the day. I always packed up when they came in; they would bash the tables around and make loud and unfunny comments about the other players, old fashioned gamesmanship I suppose, but not much fun when you were on the receiving end. I settled myself at my favourite table, and started to play, my luck was in, I was playing well and soon I slipped into the almost Zen-like state when everything around me blurred and slipped into the background and all I was truly aware of was the silver ball. After a couple of games, and I had beaten my high score (although I still wasn't up among the greats), I gradually became aware of a new noise coming from the other part of the playing room, the bright bit, where all the slot machines were. It took me a moment or two to identify the unfamiliar sound, but after a moment or two I realised that it was the air hockey machine, and what I could hear was a couple of high energy players slamming the plastic puck around the playing surface. Judging by pitch of their voices, they were probably about my age, I was intrigued, but not enough to stop my game just yet. I had been annoyed to discover that I wasn't the only player that morning, and doubly so when another older boy put a couple of shillings on my table top, indicating that he wanted to play that machine once I had completed my game. As it was, my run of success was running out, and with no replays left, I abandoned the machine to the other lad, intending to return later if I felt like it. I didn't fancy the one-armed bandits, so I decided to get an ice and head back out onto the beach. As I turned past the wall of slot machines to go into the other part of the building, I stopped dead, transfixed; bending low to reach across the air hockey table, and wearing only sand shoes and a pair of very low slung and rather skimpy white Speedos was my erstwhile companion Tommy. His dark haired opponent, dressed as revealingly as his friend in pale red trunks, was Stu; I had stumbled upon my friends once more. The vision of Tommy's cute cheeks jigging from side to side, his legs spread wide as he bobbed and weaved, lunging to smack the puck into Stu's goal mouth, was quite mesmerising, I wanted to get my hands on him right there. His concentration on the game made him completely unselfconscious about the effect he was having on any onlookers. In my case, the immediate effect was to give me an instant hard-on, and, given that my new nylon pants were sheer and my shorts were worn and close-fitting, this w as probably rather obvious. I leaned against the machines, and watched them as they continued to play; Air Hockey is a time limited game, so I knew it was only a matter of waiting for them to finish. The two boys had tanned since I last saw them, although the tell-tale flash of white skin at their waistbands as they bent over suggested to me that they had probably been with their families, no naked sunbathing for them. The characteristic groan of an air compressor winding down indicated that their game was over, and the boys straightened up, stretching their arms. Before they had a chance to react, I stepped into the room and slapped a shilling on the table; `Alright if I play with you?' I said easily, although my heart was thumping with desire. Tommy looked at me, and after a millisecond, he flashed a huge smile, his teeth gleaming white against his tanned face; `Hi, we've been wondering what happened to you.' `Funny thing, I was wondering the same myself.' `You can play,' Stu chimed in, `but there's only two at a time on this table, if you wanted to play with both of us, we'd have to think of something else.' `Did you have anything in mind?' I asked, leaning back against the table. `Not particularly,' Tommy answered, `but it does look as though you might be thinking of something.' He nodded towards my shorts, I hadn't forgotten that I was sporting a stiffy, but somehow it felt entirely natural in these circumstances. I was thrilled to notice that both he and Stu were starting to get stiff too, the scanty material of their Speedos leaving little to the imagination. `P'raps we should get out of here then,' I suggested, `fancy a dip?' `Yeah, why not,' Stu answered, `we've no more money left anyway.' Chattering, like the schoolboys we were, we made our way out of Johnny Bingos, as we crossed into the blinding sunshine, a voice called from the back of the room; `Stuart, mind you're not late for your tea.' Stu groaned; `My auntie, she's spotted me.' He called back to her; `Aye, I'll not be late, see you later.' This seemed to satisfy her, as there was no response. Outside, the sun was strong and the tide was a long way further out, the sea was dotted with figures, splashing in the chilly water. `What shall we do?' I asked. `Let's go along the coast a bit,' Tommy answered, `that big tidal pool should be nice and warm, and we can have a paddle together without being overlooked, unless there's another pervert watching us from the banks, of course.' He grinned naughtily at me, his erection still clearly visible as a ridge across the front of his white Speedos, hopefully an indicator of pleasures yet to come. `Yeah, let's,' I agreed, pulling off my t-shirt to take advantage of the sunshine before we set off along the beach. `What happened to you two?' I asked, `I've been looking out for you.' Tommy groaned; `there was a wedding, one of my dopey cousins. That was when you saw me from the bus, the whole family went crazy for a week, there was no way I was going anywhere.' `and my auntie decided that we should go visiting too,' chimed in Stu, `so we hav'nae been avoiding you, this really is the first day we've been let off the leash.' `I was worried that I'd frightened you off,' I explained, `I had such a good time with you.' `Don't worry,' Tommy said softly, and rather awkwardly stroked my naked shoulder, the still unfamiliar touch of his hand on my sun-warmed skin was electric, and I shivered with a frisson of pleasure, `we missed you too, it feels great doing stuff with the two of us, but we both reckon three is even better.' I suddenly felt incredibly happy, all my doubts and fears melted away, they hadn't been avoiding me, and we hadn't done anything wrong. Better still, we all wanted to do more together, this could be the best summer yet. We made our purposeful way towards what I was already thinking of as our cove, splashing through sun-warmed pools and across stretches of firm white sand until we came to the seemingly formidable folds of sedimentary rock that formed a natural barrier to the isolated bay. In truth, they were an easy climb; the seaweed covered rocks looked much more forbidding than they actually were, and presented little challenge to a teenage boy. In my role as voyeur, I took up the rear, enjoying the views as Stu and Tommy scrambled ahead of me, their parted legs showing flashes of their healthy bulges, and their low-slung Speedos offering tantalising glimpses of their bum cracks as they clambered down onto the hot sand. I was getting turned on all over again, not surprisingly, and, once I had climbed down I kicked off my sandshoes and leaned back against a warm slab of pink limestone to take in the scene. `Come on in,' Tommy commanded, `the water looks lovely.' Indeed it did, our natural pool was blue and clear, the sandy bottom gently shelving down towards a deeper end. The other two boys didn't wait for me, just kicked off their shoes, galloped down the sand and splashed noisily into the water. Feeling a little overdressed by comparison, I pulled off my shorts and dropped them next to my shoes. I thought for a moment; I'd give them the benefit of my new pants, they felt good to me, and my cock was already stretching their fabric. I chased down the sand after the others and crashed into the water to join them. `Wow,' Stu said, eyeing up my stiffy, `those look good, are they comfy?' `Yeah, they're really soft, it's the same sort of fabric as your Speedos, only a bit thinner.' `May I?' Tommy asked. `Be my guest,' I answered, smiling, after all, this was what I'd been dreaming about for a week. The boys didn't need any more encouragement, and moving closer began to run their hot hands over my body. I shivered with pleasure as I felt their soft fingers stroking my cheeks, and I could feel my cock straining against the soft material. For the moment they were confining their investigations to my cheeks, but I felt no such inhibition, and boldly stretched out my hands to sample the contents of their Speedos. Both boys were stiff and hard by now, and their cocks were tenting the nylon away from their bodies. I slipped a hand in through the side of each boy's swimmers, curving my fingers to cup their balls, before moving round to slip my fingers round each rigid column. The boys pressed their warm flesh against my hands as I slowly started to wank their cocks. At the same time I felt the first tentative exploration of my tumescence, as Tommy stroked the tip of my cock through the soft material. `Mmm, that feels so good,' I purred, `I've been thinking about you both all week.' `Me too,' Tommy said, `I'm so glad we found you again.' `Yeah,' Stu agreed, flinging his arms around our shoulders and giving us a hug, `and we've got so much to try.' He leaned heavily into our embrace, and the unexpected lurch caused us all to lose our balance and fall into the shallow water with a huge splash, collapsing in a warm bundle of bodies and stiff members. Giggling, we disentangled ourselves and sat back in a row in the water, our knees up and our thighs touching. `That's funny,' Tommy said, indicating my stiffy, `take my advice though; you'd best not go swimming in those pants anywhere public.' I looked down, it was true, the water had made my nylon pants almost transparent, and anyone looking at my erection could see all the veins and the shape of my cock head very plainly. `Oh dear,' I said, `I seem to be exposing myself.' The other two cracked up at my rather feeble joke, I was just happy to be where I was, sandwiched between two sexy and horny boys. `Perhaps we should get out of our wet clothes, wouldn't want to catch a cold after all,' I continued, `and judging your arses we've all got some work to do to catch up on our tans before we go mooning anywhere.' I stood up, and offered a hand to haul the others out of the water, their wet Speedos were certainly not as revealing as my undies, but even so, the sodden fabric clung attractively to every contour. Gravity too had lent a hand, and both boys were revealing a line of pubic hair just above the waistline. Tommy turned to face me, and slowly placed a hand on each hip, slipping a thumb under the waistband on either side, before kneeling down, carefully peeling off my sopping pants and pulling them down to the sand. I stepped out of them, my cock swinging close in front of Tommy's face, it felt great standing naked in the air. I helped Tommy back up again, my erection brushing against his body as he stood up, `time you had a little air too,' I said, and hauled his Speedos down. Stu had been standing a little way back, watching us strip, his fingers resting nonchalantly on his bulge, `you as well,' I commanded, and with a grin, the dark haired boy stepped closer, allowing me to make him naked too. I gathered up our soaking clothes, and spread them out on a sunny rock to dry, watched by both boys; seized by a spontaneous feeling of affection, I put my arms round them both and before they could react, I kissed them each in turn on the lips. Predictably, they squirmed away, years of avoiding your grannies goodnight kiss is hard to overcome in a moment. `Wait a minute,' I said, `let's try that again.' I clasped my hands behind Stu's head and pulled him towards me, a momentary resistance, then his lips met mine and we kissed properly, my fingers caressing his hair. `There now,' I said, breathlessly, once we had disengaged, `that wasn't so bad was it?' `No,' he squeaked, `it felt great, you should try it Tommy.' Tommy was standing a little way off, a slightly nervous smile on his face, and his blonde hair ruffled by the gentle breeze. `Come on,' I commanded, `pucker up.' With a look of resignation, he moved over towards me; rather than jump straight in; I slipped my arms round him, gently stroking his back and enjoying the smooth curve of his bottom before I pressed my body hard against him, our stiff cocks rubbing against each others bellies. Softly I brushed my lips against his, sensing his sharp intake of breath as he pushed his penis against my crotch once more. I nuzzled his face, delicately kissing the sweet curve of his lips before I pressed my lips firmly against his. Tommy shifted his weight, pressing his naked body even closer, and pushed hard against my lips, another moment, his lips parted, and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. This was new to me, and I liked it, opening my mouth wide, we tangled tongues. I could feel the tingle in my groin, this was definitely a big turn-on to me, and judging by the way Tommy was clinging to me, it was having a similar effect on him. `Whoah,' I stammered, once I got my breath back, `that was good, you should try it Stu, there's more to this kissing lark than meets the eye.' `Aye, judging by the look of you, I think I just might.' Shyly, he approached his friend, and rather awkwardly embraced him, Tommy leaned into the hug and bent his head to meet Stu's kiss. I could see there was real feeling in that snog, these boys had a bond that meant more than just sex, and for a moment I felt a pang of jealousy, at that point I hadn't experienced anything that deep, but hey, my whole life was in front of me. `Do you remember when you two held me down and tickled me with a feather?' I asked, when they came up for air. They nodded mutely, `well, I couldn't help noticing that some places were nicer to have tickled than others, so I thought, as my punishment to you, for that cruel torture, that I should do the same sort of thing to you. Except, I think I might try kissing rather than tickling, it seems more sexy somehow.' `What do you want us to do?' Tommy asked. `Well, there's two of you, and only one of me, so I'll have to try and distribute my retribution evenly. How about you lie down on the sand, and I'll get in between you.' `Ok,' Stu said, `will here do?' He indicated a hummock of golden sand, free from stones and warmed by the sun. `Looks good to me,' I agreed. The boys grinned and stretched out on their bellies on the beach, pillowing their heads on their arms. The hump in the sand pushed their bottoms up in the air, not a situation that I was complaining about, in fact it was perfect. Although I had threatened to kiss them all over, the sight of their naked vulnerability gave me a number of other ideas. Kneeling carefully between them, I took up a fistful of warm sand in each hand, and allowing it to trickle slowly out, I sprinkled it over the boys. I drew a fine line across their shoulders, then followed the line of their spines down to their bottoms, scattering the sand across the tan line just above the curve of their buttocks. Both boys wriggled in appreciation, and I leaned back, admiring their cute cheeks, before I moved on to phase two, I took advantage of my position to run my fingertips across their pale bottoms, clearing the sand away paying special attention to where it had settled in their cracks. They wriggled more, spreading their legs apart, and giving me an opportunity to reach in and caress the fine hairs growing on their balls. Their uninhibited wriggling had also exposed their pink puckers, and before I moved on, I very softly stroked my fingers across their hairless surfaces. Both boys writhed, with pleasure I assume as they made no effort to stop me. Time for phase two, I decided, and leaning forward, I cleared the thick blonde hair from Tommy's shoulders before planting a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck, I heard a quiet moan from him, and I gave him another kiss before I turned my attention to Stu. He was much more ticklish than his friend, and as soon as I pulled his hair to one side, he began to wriggle. I kissed the warm skin of his neck, relishing the salty taste and the perfume of an active boy, he giggled as I planted a series of kisses across his shoulders, down his back and onto his bum cheeks. `Mmm, that's nice,' Stu murmured throatily. `What about me?' Tommy complained. What about me!, I thought, I'm the one sitting up here with my dick sticking out, and no-one paying it any attention. As soon as I thought that, of course, I realised that I at least could take matters into my own hands, as it were; grasped my cock firmly with one hand and gave it a series of brisk rubs, ah the relief. My own situation taken care of for the moment, I returned to the fray and repeated my odyssey of kisses down Tommy's prone body, abstractly noting that he had a different but equally attractive scent. `Ok, time to do the other side,' I announced, and both boys obediently rolled over, lying on their backs with their eyes shut against the sunshine. The hump in the sand now rested under their bums, and the effect was to project their erect cocks up towards the sky. Their tummies and pubes were crusted with dried on sand, and I took a moment to brush the particles off them. For the time being, I left their sandy cocks alone, although I assiduously cleaned the sand off their ball sacks. For the first time I was able to make a detailed examination of the two boys, Tommy, a blondie like me, had pale brown pubes, and judging by eye, his cock was slimmer but slightly longer than mine; the tip was red even though his foreskin was still covering up the glans, as I looked on, a cloudy drop of pre-cum oozed to the surface, gleaming like a pearl in the suns' rays. His balls were tight and round, and more or less the same colour as the tip of his cock, there were fine hairs there, plainly visible in the sunshine. Stu, on the other hand, had a chunkier organ, about the same length as mine, I estimated a fist and a half, but a bit fatter and his pubes were much darker and he was much hairier than his friend or I was. That being said, none of us was especially hairy. He too was well lubricated, and the tip of his prick was coated with sand. At the moment his balls were hanging looser than Tommy's and quite a lot darker in colour. It was at that moment that I had a small stroke of genius; you have to remember that up until then our sexual experience was limited to vague references in slightly more risqué novels, imaginative fiction in girlie magazines or the ill-informed speculation of the playground. I didn't know what kind of schools the other two boys went to, but in my all-boys grammar school the kind of sex that two boys could have together was described in less than favourable terms like "fudge packing", or "shirt lifting" both of which seemed to suggest that you ended up sticking things up your bottom. I had noticed that both Stu and Tommy hadn't protested when I had tentatively stimulated their anuses, so there was plainly something in the idea, but it all seemed so tight that I couldn't imagine getting anything thicker than a pencil into either of them. For the moment, then, I couldn't see that becoming much of a goer, I would have to try and find out more, but to be honest I wasn't sure how. Anyway, back to my subtle torture, I leaned over Tommy's recumbent body, and softly kissed his chest, my hair tickling his nipples as I moved down to kiss his flat stomach. He gave a gentle groan in protest as I shifted round to offer the same service to Stu. Time to move things on a touch, once I had planted my kisses on the boy, I leaned in again and slowly began to lick his erect nipples. I could feel him quivering and sensed that he was gasping quietly, as I continued to lick my way down his torso until I reached his belly button. As has already been noted, Stu was as ticklish as I was, and the area round his navel and below was especially sensitive, his reaction was to wriggle around as I continued my torture, his sandy cock jiggling attractively on the edge of my vision. I reached over and slowly ran my fingers along the length of his shaft, brushing the sand away, Stu smiled without opening his eyes as I gently wanked him. Ah well, I thought, it's now or never, I lifted my head up, and opening my mouth wide, plunged down and engulfed Stu's hard length into my mouth. I could taste the salt on him as well as the sweet taste of his pre-cum. Stu gasped in shock, then, just as quickly settled back to enjoy the sensation as I started to explore his cock with the tip of my tongue. I sensed that Tommy had sat up, and was watching the show, this was confirmed a moment or two later when I felt his hand reaching between my legs and clasping my erection, without ceasing to blow Stu, I shuffled round to give Tommy better access. To my delight I realised that Tommy had turned round and was following my example, soon I felt his hot mouth sucking enthusiastically on my cock. As Tommy had turned the other way, Stu too was able to get in on the action, and the three of us formed a lusty cock-sucking triangle. Had I been perched in my observation point up on the banks, I think I would have been enjoying the show; three naked teenage boys exploring and discovering their sexual identities was something you didn't come across every day. To this day, I have no idea if anyone saw our display, it turns me on to think that we might have. What I am certain about, however, was that being a part of the action was more fun than being a witness to it. As we lay there in the hot sand, I could feel the buzzing sensation in my head that heralded my orgasm, from my close up position I was fairly sure that Stu wasn't far off, his cock was very hard, and his foreskin had pulled right back. I increased my sucking efforts, and was rewarded by a splash of pre-cum. Tommy too must have sensed that I wasn't far off and sucked harder, his tongue stimulating my glans. This was enough, finally, to tip me over the edge, and I felt my back arching as my cock erupted with spunk. Tommy, I think, was a little taken by surprise at my cock squirting into his throat and I was dimly aware that it had slipped from his mouth. My wriggling about started Stu off, and I sensed his body stiffen and then felt a series of jets of come spraying against the back of my tongue and into my throat. This was my downfall, rather than taste and swallow, the unfamiliar experience caused me to inhale and I found myself choking on my companions' come. I sat up abruptly, struggling to breathe, and with spunk and tears pouring down my face. I felt someone slapping my back, and after a moment or two I recovered my composure. The other boys (it was Tommy who had slapped my back), were sitting up, watching me with a mixture of concern and amusement as I gradually came back to normal. After a moment or two, I started to giggle. `What is it?' Stu asked. `Tommy's face,' I spluttered; the boy was covered in my spunk, gobbets mixed with sand were matting his hair, and there were snail trails running down his chest. `Yeah well,' he responded, `you're no oil painting yourself, my excuse is that you came like a train, and I lost it for a bit, what's your excuse?' I looked down, it was true, although I had meant to swallow, when I choked most of Stu's spunk ended up sprayed over my chest or dribbling from my mouth, `Ah well, at least it washes off,' I grinned, `look at sunny Jim there, there's not a drop on him.' Stu smiled, `swallowed the lot, didnae want to waste it. Mebbe's we should all get cleaned up?' He stood up, and extended a hand to his friend, his still semi-hard cock swinging gently, and a last dribble of jizz hanging from the tip. Tommy offered me a hand, and I hauled myself to my feet, my legs were surprisingly wobbly. `Come on,' Stu said, `last one in the water's a sissy.' Whooping and shrieking we raced down the beach, crashing messily into the pool. I headed for the deep bit, sat down and splashed water over myself, vigorously washing away the sand and spunk. Stu was helping his friend to get clean, cleaning my sperms out of his hair with hands full of salty water. I stood up and summoned the others to me; `you'll need to wash your cocks.' I instructed, and suiting action to my words, I pulled back my foreskin and rinsed away the remains of our activity. Tommy and Stu came over and stood in front of me, and as it seemed appropriate, I reached out and performed the same service for each boy in turn. We were all still semi-hard, and as I held a cock in each hand, I could feel them stiffening up again, as I was. `Oh-oh,' Tommy said, looking past me. `What is it?' I asked. `Winkle pickers,' he said, tersely. `Eh?' I said, baffled. `Folks collecting winkles off the rocks,' Stu answered. `Ah, and three naked boys standing in a pool with hard-ons might attract attention,' I said. `Yeah,' Tommy said. If they had happened to be looking inland, the shellfish collectors would have witnessed the spectacle of us boys, laughing as we belted up the beach to the rock where our clothes had dried in the sun. A moment, and our nakedness was covered up again, my regret being tempered by the erotic vision of the two boys in their skimpy Speedos, their now familiar bulges inadequately contained by the stretchy material. `Any idea what time it is?' I asked. `Dunno,' Stu answered, `but the sea's quite a long way back in, and high tide is about 5.00 this afternoon.' `Didn't you say you'd be back for tea?' I asked. `Yeah, I suppose we'd better head back,' he answered. `My granny says "you're never too old for a skelp," when I'm late back,' I added helpfully. `Your accent's terrible,' Tommy laughed, `is that where you stay, at your Grans?' `Yeah, top end of Main Street, where do you stay?' `Same road, other end, down by the pub, and Stu stays at his Aunties, the big white house behind Johnny Bingos.' We started scrambling back, the two boys had been staying within about half a mile of me, I'd just been looking around in the wrong places, ah well, there was plenty of the summer left. `When can we meet up again,' I asked. `I don't know, my dad's taking me away to go fishing tomorrow,' Tommy answered, `but Stu's not doing anything, why don't you two meet up, he can teach you how to play air hockey.' `Yeah, that'd be cool,' I said, `that sound ok to you?' `Yes,' Stu answered with a shy smile, I couldn't believe that half an hour before I had been gobbling on his cock, `come and meet me at Johnny Bingos tomorrow morning, don't worry about money, my Auntie lets me play for free as long as I don't hog the machines. We had reached the end of the promenade, and this was where our paths diverted, waving goodbye, I headed up the path towards my grannies, and the other boys carried on along the prom. So, Stu was part of the Johnny Bingos family, intriguing. One thing was certain, I had had a memorable day, and hopefully tomorrow would be as exciting.