Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2013 15:16:16 +0000 From: Spasm Two Subject: Seaside Memories #3 Although I was eager to visit Stu straight away next morning, it was not to be, my mother had plans for me; `Right my lad,' she announced, `you're coming into town with me, it's market day and I'll need a hand with the messages.' `Oh, mum, I was going to go for a swim,' I moaned half-heartedly, knowing that resistance was futile. My sister hadn't surfaced yet, and I knew that even when she did, it would take her at least an hour before she'd be ready to go out. `It's not so bad,' she replied, `if we're quick we'll be back just after the tide turns, and you'll be ok to go swimming, maybe your new friends'll want to come along with you?' I felt my face redden at her innocent double entendre, but, certainly, coming was certainly high on my list of ambitions for the day. `Stu is the only one around today,' I said, `Tommy's gone fishing with his dad; we were going to play together this morning.' `Stu? Is that Katie Bingo's nephew Stuart?' my grandmother interrupted. `Yeah, he's staying with her at the white house behind the bingo arcade,' I answered. 'I know where Katie Bingo lives,' she snapped, `I've known her since she was in nappies.' Coming from a big city like London, I was always being surprised by how much everyone knew about everyone else. Even though my grandmother was crippled with arthritis, and rarely went out of her house, she had a network of informers who made sure she was always up to date with the news. `Aye well,' she nodded sagely, `I dare say he'll still be around when you get back.' It was obvious that there was to be no appeal, and I didn't have a phone number (not that it would have occurred to me to call a strangers house), so I grabbed a shopping bag and ushered my mother to the door. Rattling down the road in the bus I looked eagerly at the back of the white house, but there was no discernible activity, and mentally shrugging my shoulders, I concentrated on getting the messages done as quickly as possible. Despite my best efforts it was well after lunchtime before we got back to the house, unusually, my rather dour grandmother was grinning when we greeted her. `I've had a telephone call,' she announced portentously. As I may already have hinted, the phone was used only for emergencies and pre-arranged conversations, cold calling and double glazing salesmen were a long way into the future. `Oh yes?' I said politely. `It was that Katie Bingo we were talking about this morning.' `Oh?' I repeated, feeling vaguely alarmed, although I couldn't believe that we'd been found out. `Yes,' she continued, `you've been invited round for tea.' Much as I like my food, in my experience the Northumbrian high tea was a cultural ordeal, and a social minefield. It frequently started in the early afternoon, and could carry on for hours. Fortunately in this case, my gender was firmly on my side, any social gaucherie was generally excused by the universal; "he's an awful laddie". Cruelly, and unfairly, this sentiment never applied to girls, who were never cut the slack that we boys were given. `You'd better scrub up,' my mother added, `can't have you getting along to Katie Bingos looking like a scruff.' `Oh mum!' I protested. `Don't you mum me,' she replied, `I'm not having you let the side down by going out to tea looking like an old tramp. Go and put some decent clothes on and wash your face and hands.' I hadn't anticipated this, and like most boys of my generation I hated the whole idea of a formal outing, the bonus, which I concentrated on, was that at least I'd get to spend the afternoon with Stu. Up to this point I had only ever met him in the company of Tommy, and the two of them had seemed to be joined at the hip. Stu was quiet, at least when Tommy was around, and small for his age (in height at least!), but he had a wicked gleam in his brown eyes and somehow I was sure I wanted to get to know him better. After a couple of attempts, both rejected by the stern committee of my mother and grandmother, I finally managed to find some clothes that met with their approval. Thinking back, I must have been quite a sight; polished black shoes, grey ankle socks, tight grey shorts, a long-sleeved white shirt and in the absence of anything better, my school tie. Underneath it all I had slipped on a pair of my new nylon pants, white with a yellow trim this time. I'd no idea if Stu and I were likely to get any time alone together, but I wanted to be ready for it if any opportunity presented itself. So, dolled up like a perverts' wet dream, and carrying a posy of flowers from my grandmothers' tiny garden, I set off down the road to take high tea with my new friend. As I walked up the path to the white house, the front door opened and a tall smiling woman greeted me; `Ah, there you are, glad you could come, come away in.' She had the same soft accent as Stu, and the familial resemblance was strong, even down to the naughty sparkle in her eyes. `Now then,' she continued, `I don't know where that nephew of mine has got to; nae doubt he's up to no good.' She turned and bellowed into the house, `Stuart, your wee pal's here.' `Coming, Auntie,' was the reply and Stu clattered down the steep staircase to greet me. Like me, he was scrubbed and shiny; his concession to the formality of the occasion was to wear a kilt, thankfully not in one of the more strident tartans. `Right you two,' Stu's aunt said firmly, `tea'll be ready soon, away you go upstairs and play until I call you, and Stuart, don't you dare get your good clothes messed up.' `Yes Auntie,' he said meekly, and turning to me he said; `come on, I'll show you my room,' Watching the kilt flapping against the back of Stu's sturdy legs as he disappeared up the stairs ahead of me gave me quite a frisson of excitement. I'd never got this close to anyone wearing a kilt before, mind you, before I'd met Tommy and Stu my sexual experience was strictly limited. His bedroom was in one of two attic rooms right at the top of the house, and was dominated by an old brass bed; the floor was covered in the usual boyish detritus of toys, games and books. Stu flung himself down onto the bed, which gave a brief musical twang in protest at this unfair treatment. `Go on,' he demanded, `let's get it over with.' `What d'you mean?' I asked, puzzled. `You have to make the joke about my kilt, everybody does, it's compulsory.' `Eh?' I replied, `I don't know what you mean, all I was thinking was how nice it would be to slide my hand up it.' `Oh of course,' he grinned, `you're a southerner, you won't have heard it.' `Perhaps you should tell me?' `Right,' he agreed, getting up off the bed accompanied by another muted chord, `sit down here and I'll explain.' He guided me over to the bed, and I cautiously and melodiously sat down. `Ok, this is it, you are supposed to ask; is anything worn under the kilt? Go on, say it.' Mystified, I repeated his question. `and then I reply; no, it's all in perfect working order.' `I don't get it,' I said. Stu stood in front of me, his legs slightly apart, `go on, see for yourself,' he urged. I didn't need any more encouragement and slipped my hand up under the hem of his kilt, the tartan weighing heavily on the back of my wrist and the taut muscles of his thigh twitching as my hand continued its erotic odyssey. I was a little surprised, when my investigations reached his bottom, to discover warm naked flesh, and not the smooth cotton of a pair of pants. Stu grunted gently and pressed his warm skin against my hand, I moved my fingers slowly round his hip and gently caressed the soft pubic fluff on his balls, which were drawn tightly up against the base of his hard shaft. `So it seems,' I murmured, firmly grasping the hot length of his cock. `Eh?' It was Stu's turn to look mystified.' `to be working perfectly,' I answered, giving his cock an encouraging tug. `Shame you're not wearing any pants though, there's a lot to be said for taking them down.' `Aye, I've worked out you're a bit funny about pants,' he grinned, `but it's traditional not to wear them with the kilt.' `I'm not funny about pants, as you put it,' I retorted, stung by the implied criticism, `I just find the sight of a well filled pair quite a turn on, after all, when you're naked you've got nowhere to go, but if you've got pants on, there's all the fun of taking them off.' `Yeah, I know,' he smiled, `I was only teasing, I'm looking forward to helping you out of yours. There's one other advantage to a kilt too,' he stepped back, forcing me to let go of his erection, and gave a little twirl. `Stand up,' he commanded. I did as I was told; Stu was revealing himself to be a much more dominant personality than I would have thought, given how quiet he had been when he was hanging out with Tommy. `There,' he said gleefully, pointing at my crotch. My shorts were pretty close fitting, and the stiffy that had sprung up as soon as I stuck my hand up Stu's kilt, was making a very obvious ridge in the grey fabric. `You've got me there; I guess I'm pleased to see you.' `and I'm very pleased to see you, but the difference is that in a kilt no-one else needs to know.' Any thoughts we might have had of taking matters a little further were interrupted by a shout from downstairs; `Boys, time to wash your hands and come down, tea's on the table.' Swiftly, and a little awkwardly, Stu grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him, planting a clumsy kiss on my lips; `I'm very glad you're here.' `So am I,' I agreed, `but I have a problem that needs to be dealt with before we can go downstairs.' Stu gave my bulge a friendly squeeze, which did absolutely nothing to help, `come on,' he said, `we'd better get washed up or we'll get in trouble with my auntie.' The bathroom was on the next floor down, and despite the proximity of the boy I desired, splashing about with chilly water was enough to cool my ardour for the moment. Looking back, a healthy teenage boy can throw a stiffy at any moment, and I guess in those less repressed times it was probably observed without any comment. Tea was less of an ordeal than I had expected, mostly because of the innate kindness and sensitivity of Stu's aunt, the only other person present was a taciturn girl with long dark hair, maybe a year or so younger than Stu; `this is my wee sister Pam, she doesn't talk much.' This introduction earned my friend a dirty look from beneath her fringe, before she picked up a book and pretended we weren't there anymore. I wasn't too bothered, my sister was older than me, and I was used to being ignored or treated with contempt. Sitting side by side on the couch, the horsehair stuffing pricking our bare legs, we consumed bread and butter, and sipped scalding tea from china cups. Duty done and conventions observed we were allowed to move on to the things that really interested us, namely the selection of cakes and buns that filled a china cake plate. Stu's Auntie Kate presided over the feast with a benign smile, not expecting too much in the way of conversation from us, but asking gently probing questions about my family and our life in London. She already seemed to know all about me, something that no longer surprised me when I came up to the North. Once we'd stuffed ourselves and it was obvious that we couldn't eat any more, Stu's aunt asked what we wanted to do now. `We were thinking of going over to the sea bathing pool.' Stu said. `Not dressed in your Sunday best you're not,' she retorted, `and anyway, you're not swimming on a full stomach, you'll get cramps and drown.' She fixed me with a beady eye; `how about you, I didn't notice you'd brought your swimming costume with you?' `No, I didn't,' I stammered, `but I can soon run home for it.' `Och no,' she protested, `Stuart'll give you a lend you a pair, if that's what you want to do, but you'll need to wait for your tea to go down before you go in the water. Why don't you go down to the arcade and play a few games, mebbe you should run about a bit to help your tea go down. I'll give you a note for the lad in the coin booth, and he'll let you play on the machines for free.' `That's very kind,' I said, `Stu was going to show me how to play air hockey.' `You mean he wants to give you a good thrashing,' she grinned, `I know my nephew and he likes to win.' Stu made a face, and then started laughing when he saw that neither of us believed him, he put his hands up in mock surrender; `it's only a game!' he protested. `I know,' I said, `and I've seen you and Tommy playing with each other, remember?' `Oh yeah,' he blushed, although whether because he was embarrassed by the memory of his uninhibited playing style, or what we got up to afterwards who knows. `Away you go and get out of your good clothes,' Stu's aunt urged, `d'you need me to come and find a pair of bathers for you, or can I leave it to Stuart?' `No, it's ok, I'll find him something,' Stu replied impatiently, `come on, let's get going.' With that pronouncement, he dashed out of the door without looking back to see if I was following. I met his auntie's eye; she grinned, I shrugged and followed after him. By the time I caught up with him, he was already starting to strip off his clothes; the kilt was already on the floor, and he was struggling to unbutton his shirt cuffs. Not wanting to be left behind, I pulled off my tie, kicked off my shoes, and with a sense of relief, let my shorts slip to the ground. `Can you help me,' Stu asked, `I can't get these buttons undone, and it's my best shirt, so I have to look after it.' `Sure,' I answered, and moved over to him, the buttons were very tight and awkward, but after a brief struggle, they gave in. As I was there, I slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt; slipping it off his shoulders and carefully placing it on the bed, leaving him naked but for his dress socks. His cock was standing proud, not that I was surprised, helping to undress him had been a serious turn-on for me, and I too was pretty stiff, a condition that my nylon pants weren't doing a very good job of concealing. `Here,' he said, `my turn to help you.' Stu turned to me, his erection brushing against my thigh. He stood very close to me, pressing his cock into my groin, as he carefully undressed me. Stepping back, and taking a look at me he grinned, and said; `Hmm, not sure about the socks, but I can see what you mean about the pants.' `You're wearing socks too,' I protested. `Yeah, but I can't see them,' he answered cheekily, `however, that's easily solved.' Turning away from me, he bent right over to take them off, giving me a view of his bottom and through his parted legs to his low-hanging balls, leaving him completely bare to my approving gaze. I bent down and pulled my socks off too, leaving me dressed only in my undies, my hard cock tenting the fine nylon away from my body; `We started something earlier that I'd like to continue.' I said, smiling at the naked boy. `Oh aye?' he replied. `Yes,' I said, and stepped towards him, wrapping my arms around him and picking up on where our kiss had left off. For a moment I felt his body resist my assault; then he leaned into me and returned my embrace with enthusiasm, his tongue forcing its way between my lips and tangling with mine. At the same time I felt his hands sliding down my back and exploring my bottom, before finally slipping under the waistband of my pants and caressing the soft skin of my cheeks. After pausing for a moment to enjoy the sensation, his hands travelled round to my hips and carefully gripping hold of the waistband he pulled my pants down; my erect cock springing free of its confinement and clashing pleasurably against his. As it happened Stu was facing away from the open door, however, my attention was caught by a movement behind him, and to my horror I realised that the kid sister had just come up onto the landing, to be confronted by the vision of two naked and very obviously aroused boys snogging. She caught my eye, winked, and touching a finger to her lips, smiled enigmatically and went silently into her own room. Eventually we had to stop for air, and once we'd parted, I grasped the nettle; `we'd better get it together, or your auntie will be wondering what's happened to us.' `I guess so,' he said reluctantly, `we can't really do anything here, my bed is much too noisy to do anything other than sleeping in, you've no idea how difficult it is to just to have a quiet wank.' I snorted with laughter, `it must be a struggle, we'll just have to find a way to sort things out. Come on, we should get a move on, see if you can find me some bathers to wear, and we can go out to play.' Stu turned away from me and rootled about in his chest of drawers, `here, try these,' he said, chucking me over a pale blue pair of Speedos, and at the same time pulling on his faded red pair. I put my pair on, they were a pretty close fit, cut quite low-slung like his but the elastic in the waistband had seen better days. `Will they be ok?' he asked anxiously. `Yeah, they'll be fine,' I said, `as long as I make sure the ties are done up, I don't know what you've been up to in them, but there's not much life left in the elastic.' `I dunno,' he shrugged, `I left them here last summer, and had to get these ones for school instead, I guess I must have taken them on and off quite a few times, but they did use to be my favourites.' `Don't worry, it's cool that I'm wearing something of yours, makes me feel special.' `Really?' he brightened. `Yeah, like I'm really close to you, and that feels rather sexy too.' `I can see that,' he said drily, looking meaningfully at my bulging crotch, `but I think you'd better calm down a bit before we go out.' `Come on then,' I said boldly, confident that my stiffy would have subsided by the time we'd got down the stairs, `let's go out and play.' We made our way down the staircase; one unanticipated consequence of my softening prick was that suddenly my Speedos became a whole lot looser and I had to pause to adjust the ties or I'd have been displaying my pubes to any onlookers who might have been interested. Stu stopped in the cool tiled hallway, and rummaged in a jumble of shoes until he found a pair of flip-flops which he chucked over to me, further exploration revealed his sandshoes and he slipped them on. `Are they ok?' he asked, `I've got some sandals somewhere if they're not, I think we're about the same size feet.' `These'll be fine,' I answered, `they're only for walking in the road after all, I like to feel the sand between my toes.' `You're quite big on feelings, aren't you?' Stu asked acutely. `I suppose I am,' I replied, `my mum says I'm a sensualist.' `What's that when it's at home?' `I don't really know,' I confessed, `but I think she means that seemingly small things have a big effect on me.' `How d'you mean?' `Simple things; someone lightly touching the hair on the back of my neck, soft fabrics against my skin (or somebody else's), a gentle hand stroking my bottom, or my latest discovery; the sensation of your soft, warm lips pressing against mine.' `Oh, stop it, you're turning me on again,' Stu moaned, a flush on his cheekbones and a healthy bulge showing in his Speedos. `You turn me on all the time,' I said, putting my arm around his shoulders and revelling in the sensation of his firm flesh pressed up against mine, `and I'm discovering new things every day. There's something else that really does it for me too,' I added. `What's that?' Instead of answering, I turned my head towards him, and burying my face in his tousled brown hair I inhaled deeply, without speaking I sniffed my way around his body, savouring the perfume of a healthy and active boy. Stu said nothing, just submitted meekly to my examination. Kneeling down, I sniffed carefully at the bulge in the front of his Speedos; although the fresh smells of salt and sea water predominated, I could already get a hint of the heady scent of his arousal. My erotic reverie was interrupted by Stu frantically patting me on the head, turning my head away from the subject of my interest, I pretended to be looking for something in the jumble of old shoes. `Ah, there you are boys,' Stu's auntie emerged at the end of the corridor, `what are you looking for in there?' `Stu said there was an old tennis ball somewhere in here,' I replied, `we thought maybe we'd play rounders or something if we get bored at the arcade, after all, you did say we should run about a bit.' She peered over my shoulder into the muddle; `I don't think there is, but I know there's some in the shed, I'll fetch you one.' She bustled off, and Stu collapsed in giggles, leaning helplessly on my shoulder, eventually he regained enough control to splutter; `if you hadn't been so quick, she'd have caught you sniffing at my dick.' `I wouldn't have cared,' I said stoutly, `nothing should get in the way of the pursuit of pleasure.' `I don't know how she'd react if she thought I fancied other boys,' Stu said seriously, `although my uncle Ted has never married and no-one's ever said anything about it.' `There you are,' I reassured him, `it probably wouldn't matter to her, I'm sure that as long as you are happy she'll be cool about it.' `Mebbe so,' he answered, `but I don't think I'm ready to talk about it yet, this'll have to be between you and me for now.' `Not forgetting Tommy too,' I added helpfully, `unless you're just toying with his affections.' `Oh Aye, Tommy too,' he grinned, `you know what?' `What?' `It's been great being with you and Tommy, I've known that I wanted to get to know you better since we first clocked that you were spying on us, that's why we put on a bit of a show. Tommy just wanted to fight you, but I thought there might be more fun to be had if we did things my way, and I think I was right. I knew who you were, of course, I've seen you in the arcade, and I knew you liked to go along the banks and watch the birds.' `So, was that a set-up?' I asked slowly. `No, not really,' he protested, `that's always been one of the places where we go to play around, but I'd thought there was a good chance someone might be watching, and that's one of the things that really turns me on.' `What about Tommy?' I asked. `He likes it too, but truthfully, he's so easy going, I don't think he's bothered by anything.' This was getting quite deep for a couple of teenage boys, I had thought things were quite straightforward, but I was beginning to learn that there's no such thing as a simple relationship. Thankfully our philosophical reverie was cut short by the return of Stu's aunt, brandishing a tennis ball; `there you go boys,' she announced triumphantly, `and here's a note for Brendan at the arcade.' `Thank you very much,' I said politely, `and thank you for a delicious tea.' `Och, away with you,' she said, `off you go and play, and don't be getting up to any mischief.' `Come on then,' said Stu impatiently, `what d'you want to do first?' `Let's go to the arcade, I'll let you try to beat me at air hockey if you like?' `In your dreams,' he snorted sarcastically, `you're on, let's go, see you later Auntie.' Leaving the cool gloom of the tiled corridor, illuminated by the coloured pattern cast from the stained glass panel in the front door, we plunged into the heat of the early afternoon sun. Blinking in the brightness, we crossed the road and plunged back into the gloom of Johnny Bingo's arcade. The spotty youth, who I now knew was called Brendan, nodded in recognition to Stu and, on presentation of the note, handed us a handful of coins, telling us to come back if we wanted any more. As we had chosen to play air hockey, we set ourselves up with a stack of coins on the table and started to play, Stu was very fast and pretty aggressive, and it became obvious early on that he didn't like to lose. Not that he was petulant or anything, just that he gained enormous pleasure from winning. Even though I hadn't played the game before, it was simple enough, and my reflexes and co-ordination were pretty sharp. When it became obvious to Stu that he couldn't just hammer me into the ground, he redoubled his efforts, firing the puck down the table from all angles towards my goal. Stu's playing stance was low; his body bending forward over the table, and his legs spread well apart, anybody who happened to be standing behind him would be getting a great view of his cute rear end as he jigged energetically from side to side. Given what he'd said about liking to be watched, I've no doubt that this uninhibited behaviour was at least in part deliberate. Much to my surprise, I was able to match his level of play, and by the time our stack of coins had nearly run out we were still level on four games each. `Let's make this game the decider,' I suggested, when we paused for breath, `we're missing out on the sunshine, and I fancy a dip.' `Ok,' Stu grinned, `I'm grinding you down am I?' `Yeah, right,' I said, `tell you what, to add a little spice to the competition, how about the loser has to do a dare?' `What did you have in mind?' he asked quizzically. `I dunno, I reckon the winner should decide, how about it?' `You're on,' he said, flashing me a grin, `let's play.' Our last game was hard and close fought, and it was only as the air compressor in the machine began to make the slow groan that signified an end to hostilities that my concentration lapsed and Stu's winning puck slipped almost apologetically into my goal. Judging by his reaction, you'd have thought he'd had just won the world cup, not a round of games on a slightly grotty seaside amusement; he sank to his knees, arms clasped above his head, and a huge grin on his face. `Come on then Champ,' I said, `I reckon by the time we get to the salt water pool our tea will have gone down enough for us to survive.' We abandoned the tennis ball with Brendan, promising to collect it later and headed off into the sunshine in search of the bathing pool. The sea bathing pond, to give it its official title, was an Edwardian structure made mostly of whitewashed concrete, and was quite isolated down at the far end of the promenade, past the last of the shelters where pensioners would sit to eat their sandwiches. The principle was simple; the sea replenished the water every time the tide came in, but in between times the sun warmed the water to a pleasing temperature (on the days when the sun came out, of course). The recent creation of a leisure centre with a heated indoor pool and vending machines had dented its popularity, and when we trotted up the broad cement stairs the place was deserted. I felt it was a little melancholy in its fading glory, but clearly none of this affected Stu's mood. The deep end of the pool was dominated by a large structure, reminiscent of a submarine's conning tower, with a variety of diving platforms at different heights, the very top level had an extra balcony sort of thing, presumably so that you could observe the view down the beach should you wish. `Come on, I'll show you,' Stu commanded, and dragged me up the stairs to the diving platforms, `just make sure you enter the water straight, it'll hurt like hell if you land on your belly or your back.' Thankfully, for I was not an experienced diver, he led me onto the lowest level. I copied his posture, and we jumped together, entering the warm water cleanly, and then splashing noisily across the pool. `There, wasn't that cool?' he asked, once we had climbed out onto the side. `Yeah, it was, let's do it again.' We raced round the perimeter, and onto the platform, diving together, like before. `Right,' said Stu, surfacing beside me, his dark hair plastered down and giving him the look of a baby seal. He bobbed up again, squeezed my bum and cheekily parked a kiss on my lips, `time to try the next level up, I think,' With slightly less enthusiasm, I followed him round, I suppose it was only about twelve feet above the surface, but to a novice, the blue water suddenly seemed very far away. Sensing my hesitation, Stu put an arm round me, `look, it'll be ok, just do like I do.' Teetering nervously with my toes curled over the edge of the platform, I looked to Stu for reassurance, he grinned and said; `Ready?' I nodded and we both launched ourselves into the air. Thing is, I'm not sure if it was his concern about me that made Stu muff up his dive, but for whatever reason, I entered the water cleanly, but alongside me there was an almighty crash and my friend vanished in a cloud of bubbles. I surfaced immediately; expecting to see his triumphant face rising to meet mine, instead there was a lot of disturbed water, and no sign at all. Taking a deep breath, I ducked under again, and straightaway I spotted him, curled up like a ball in the deepest part of the pool. I swam down, and tugged at his arm, getting no response. Fortunately, whilst my education had missed out on diving, it had included the obligatory "retrieving a brick from the bottom of the pool whilst wearing pyjamas" classes, and I knew what I had to do. Grabbing Stu's apparently unconscious body round the neck as we had been taught to do, I quickly towed him over to the shallow end. As soon as I was able to stand up I dragged him over to the side and using all my strength, I inelegantly heaved his limp but stocky body out of the water and onto the sun warmed concrete. I quickly looked him over; his eyes were closed and he wasn't moving; bending down I pressed an ear to his warm chest, apart from the panicky roaring in my ears, I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart, so he wasn't dead. On the other hand he didn't seem to be breathing, so I turned him onto his side and carefully prised his mouth open, checking, as we had also been taught, that he hadn't swallowed his tongue. I didn't require the assistance of Einstein to work out that he'd probably inhaled a load of seawater, so, rolling him over onto his back once more, I straddled his unconscious body, and began to give him mouth to mouth. I had fantasised about any number of scenarios where I had found myself snogging this lovely boy, but to be honest, this had never been one of them. After a few anxious breaths, however, I felt his chest heave, and he indiscriminately emptied about a pint of seawater over me and our surroundings. Once I was sure he was breathing easily on his own, I carefully moved him back into the recovery position and sat back on my heels to wait for him to return to consciousness. After what seemed like an age, maintaining my vigil over his small, immobile body, he began coughing and spluttering, seawater and mucus dribbling attractively from his mouth and nose. Eventually his eyes fluttered open, and he struggled to push himself up. Putting an arm round his shoulders, I helped him to sit up on the edge of the pool as he hawked up a bit more water from his lungs. He leaned against me without speaking, as we sat side by side, our feet dangling in the water. Eventually, he regained the ability to speak, and said; `Right, that's how not to do it, I do hope you've learned something from that lesson.' Hugging his fragile body close to mine, I agreed; `yeah, watch and learn has always been my motto. Now, do you think you can stand?' `If you'll help me up,' he answered, `I think I'm still a bit wobbly.' `Ok,' I answered, and stood up, offering him my hands to grasp on, shakily he pulled himself upright, and almost immediately doubled over, coughing and spluttering, concerned, I put my arm around his heaving shoulders once more, ready to catch him if he fell. Eventually I realised that he was choking with laughter and pulled him upright, to face me; `What's so funny?' I demanded. Tears streaming down his face, Stu struggled for breath, then said; 'I think you may have lost something.' `Eh?' I said stupidly. Instead of speaking, Stu put out a hand and grasped my cock, I looked down in shock and realised that I was completely naked, I must have lost my Speedos on that last fateful dive. I too began to giggle, this set Stu off again, although he didn't release his grip. We stood together by the side of the pool, my cock stiffening pleasurably in his warm hand. `Well, they do say laughter is the best medicine,' I spluttered, once I had begun to get over my slightly hysterical giggles. `Thank you Doctor, I think I owe you one,' he said gravely. `Yeah, well, I'll look forward to collecting,' I stammered inarticulately, `but as you have just drawn to my attention; I have a more pressing problem to deal with.' `Oh that's not a problem,' he purred, `I can think of all sorts of interesting ways of dealing with that.' Suddenly I was dry-mouthed and feeling very horny, twenty minutes earlier I had been wondering if he was dead, and now we were tiptoeing around our favourite subject; sex, once again. `I'd better find my bathers,' I protested weakly, `I'm not quite ready to walk down the prom with my dick out even if you are beside me.' `How about this for a solution then?' Stu swiftly stripped his Speedos off too, and hurled them towards the pool, with a ghastly inevitability they overshot and disappeared over the lip of the pool and into the tidal rock pools below. `Oops,' he grinned, `now it's my problem too.' `You're a complete nutter,' I said, `how're we going to get them back?' `We'll have to walk back onto the end of the prom, go down onto the beach and then make our way round by the seawall,' he replied, `that'll be my dare to you.' `but won't people be able to see us if we go that way,' I protested. `What people?' he countered, gesturing, `there's no-one sitting in the shelter, and this end of the beach is empty.' It was true, the prom was deserted, `Come on, it'll be a hoot.' He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the flight of stairs and onto the prom. We ran barefoot along the hot tarmac surface, our cocks swinging freely in the breeze as we headed for the steps down to the beach. It was only when we had hit the sand and headed towards the sea that we came into view of the rest of the beach. I looked round cautiously, although I was still being dragged along by my impetuous friend; there were people out on the sands, but they were so far away that I doubt we'd have registered as anything other than a couple of cavorting kids. Although I was beginning to enjoy being naked, and I certainly found it to be a turn-on, I was quite relieved when we easily located Stu's Speedos floating in a rock pool, I fished them out and handed them over. `Right,' he said, `let's go and get yours.' `Aren't you going to put them on?' I asked, mindful that our risk of being overlooked was no different on the way back. `Not `til we've found yours,' he replied. We ran back round to the prom, past the shelter and back into the haven of the bathing pool. Stu dumped his sodden bathers on the floor at the top of the stairs and peered dubiously into the depths of the pool, `hmm, I see a problem.' `Oh yes?' `Pale blue bathers, pale blue (mostly) pool and greeny-blue water, I can't see them anywhere.' `Ah well, I'll just have to jump in and look for them,' I said. `Me too,' Stu said, `but I'm going to have to go off one of the diving platforms.' `You really are nuts,' I said, `why?' `It's like when you fall off a horse, or a bike,' he said (tactfully acknowledging that as a towny I might never have been on a horse), `if you don't get on again pretty quick, then you can easily lose your confidence next time you try to do it.' `Ok, I'll come and dive with you,' I said. `Will you?' he asked gratefully. `Yes, of course, just in case you decide to try to drown yourself again.' `I don't think I want to go through that again,' he shuddered. We strolled round to the diving tower, Stu leading the way, I was lagging slightly and admired the smooth curves of his bottom as he mounted the stairs ahead of me, `let's go off the low one,' I suggested, `we can come back for a higher one if you survive this dive.' `Oh hah, hah,' he retorted, `come on then.' We stood on the edge of the platform, looking down into the clear water of the pool, I couldn't see my Speedos anywhere, but I supposed that we might find them more easily when we were in the water. I looked round at Stu, and realised that he was staring into space and visibly shaking. If there had happened to be an onlooker, he'd have witnessed two naked boys hugging and then kissing unselfconsciously on the edge of the platform. After an age I felt the trembling subside, and released his warm body from my clasp; `are you sure you want to do this?' I asked. `Yeah,' he said, `let's do it.' We stood side by side, and once again we dived together into the water, fortunately, this time we entered the water cleanly and without incident, less happily, although we searched diligently, we couldn't find my lost swimmers. `I've got an idea,' I said, `how about we go right up the tower and see if we can see them from the top platform? I'm not suggesting that we dive off it, by the way, but we might get a better view from up there.' `Good idea,' Stu said, `I've never been up there before.' `Really, I thought you came here all the time?' `Yeah, but I have to confess that I'm not that keen on heights,' he grinned sheepishly, `but if you're there with me, I'll be ok.' `I'll be there for you,' I smiled, `shall we?' I waved towards the tower. This time I took the lead, Stu padding softly behind me, we went straight to the top, and I stepped to one side, allowing him to emerge into the enclosed space behind the diving platform. `Take your time,' I said, `you're safe here.' I could see that he was uncomfortable, but he'd shown his bravery when he chose to dive again, and this was another challenge for him to overcome. `How about we just sit here for a bit?' I suggested. There was a moulded concrete bench as part of the facilities and I sat down, pulling Stu down beside me. He sighed and leaned back, his damp hair brushing across my nipples; under the circumstances it seemed entirely natural to give him a snog, our tongues exploring and caressing. My free hand slipped carelessly down his ribcage, before I allowed it to creep over his belly and come to rest just above the pubic line. I very gently tickled the sensitive skin and felt Stu shiver with pleasure. `See what I mean about sensual pleasures?' I murmured softly into his ear.' `Mmm,' he moaned gently, `don't stop.' `D'you mean don't stop what I'm doing, or don't stop exploring?' `Both,' he whispered. I needed no more encouragement, and softly ruffled the wispy tufts of his pubic hair before I slipped my hand along his thigh, feeling his soft hairs tickling the back of my hand. I was already ram-rod stiff, my prick pressing against his back as he leaned against me. Stu shifted slightly, spreading his legs apart, glancing down, I could see that he was in a similar condition to me. I twisted my hand around, and gently cupped his firm balls. I could feel the heat radiating from his hard shaft, and paused for as long as I thought we could both endure before I moved on and took hold of him at last. `Ooh, that's nice,' Stu groaned. `Good,' I responded, `lie back against me.' Stu shifted his position until he was seated on my lap, my erection pressing hard against his bum crack, I hadn't relinquished my grip and once he was settled, I started to masturbate him slowly, rolling my hips to give me some pleasure at the same time. `You know what?' Stu asked softly. `No,' I answered, without interrupting my rhythm. `I think today's been one of the best days of my life.' `Eh,' I spluttered. `Well, not counting my nearly drowning obviously, but apart from that, I've had more magic moments today and since Tommy and I met you, than I think I've ever had.' `It takes two to tango,' I answered, `if it means anything, I've never had feelings like this, or at least, never when I've known that they were shared by someone.' `That's cool,' he said drowsily, `I'm happy to share my feelings with you, especially if you'll go on holding my cock.' At that moment a cloud passed over the sun, and I realised that it was getting quite cool, when the sun wasn't shining on us. `Any idea what time it is?' I asked. Stu opened his eyes, blinking slightly, `no idea, we should be able to see the church clock from up here, if not, high water is about seven I think.' `We'd better check,' I said, `if nothing else, I'd better try and find my bathers before they get swept out to sea.' `Spoilsport,' he pouted, `what about this?' he pointed at his cock. `Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about it, come on, you can use it to point out the church to me.' Grumbling slightly, Stu stood up, helping me up after. He stepped out onto the platform and ignoring my sarcasm, pointed south, `there it is, and it's only quarter past six.' He glanced down, and wobbled slightly, I gripped his hand to steady him, and he squeezed back. Releasing his hand I stepped over to the edge of the platform, we were only about thirty feet above the water, but even to me, it felt quite high. I was secretly very relieved that my dare hadn't been to dive off this platform, as I'm not sure I could have done it. `Don't stand so close to the edge,' he said, his voice wavering slightly, I was startled, this was another side to the confident slightly domineering boy that I hadn't yet encountered. `Ok,' I replied, `but I do need to look into the pool.' `Come back over here then I'll come with you and help,' he said bravely. I went back over to where he was still standing, `tell you what,' I said, `let's go on our hands and knees, that way if you feel a bit wobbly you'll be safer.' `Ok,' he whispered and immediately knelt down. I got down beside him, and together we shuffled the short distance over to the edge of the platform. Stu looked over the edge and groaned unhappily, `I don't like this very much,' he quavered. `Never mind, leave it to me, you just get back from the edge and I'll see if it works for me.' He wriggled back while I took a look, my idea had been a good one, the whole of the pool was laid out below, and quite quickly I was able to spot where my rogue Speedos had ended up. `I can see where they've gone, they've drifted over to the shallow end, near the steps,' I said triumphantly, then my attention was caught by a flicker of movement, `oh, oh!' I said, throwing myself down on my tummy alongside the boy. `What's up?' Stu said anxiously. `There's a man walking this way along the prom, keep down, or he'll be able to see us up here.' `Who is it?' `No-one I know,' I answered. `What's he look like?' I peered at the distant interloper; `Oldish, not especially tall, wears glasses, he looks a bit like a schoolteacher to me, no-one else would be wearing a suit and tie in this weather. Oh, and he's walking a little white dog, a westie I think.' `Hmm,' Stu mused, `don't think I know him.' I shuffled back, the sun warmed concrete rough against my knees and Stu flattened himself alongside me, his arm flung across my back. I kept my head up and gave a running commentary on the intruder; `he's still walking towards us with his manky old dog, mind you he looks a bit manky himself. They're not going to come up to the pool; the dog's much more interested in going down onto the beach.' While I was describing the scene Stu had begun to explore my naked body, mindful of the handy hints I had given him earlier, he started by stroking my hair on the nape of my neck, I found myself struggling to concentrate on the intruder as he transported me into a zone of bliss. `Shit!' I swore, `he didn't want to go onto the sand in his suit, and now they're heading up this way.' As the dog ambled its way slowly up the steps, pausing to sniff and pee at every opportunity, and its owner seemingly content to indulge it; Stu's hand shifted down from my hair to my bottom, another one of my top ten erogenous zones, I wiggled with pleasure as he began stroking it gently. `They're up by the pool,' I continued, `the dog just found your Speedos, he's given them a good sniff, but you'll be relieved to hear, he didn't pee on them.' I heard Stu snort with suppressed laughter, and I continued; `the bloke's come up after the dog, he's picked up your Speedos and he's having a good look at them.' `Dirty old fucker,' Stu swore, his hand sliding into my crack, I obligingly spread my knees apart and lifted my bottom into the air a little. `He's looking all round; there's all our wet footprints around the pool. Now he's lifted them up to his nose and he's giving them a good sniff too; he won't smell anything but seawater,' I sniggered, `oh good, he's dropped them and they're heading away again, back down to the prom.' In the meantime, Stu was slowly running his fingertips up and down my bum crack; as I had been with him and Tommy, he seemed fascinated by my anus, and I found the soft sensation of his fingers circling round it to be very stimulating. `Why does this feel so nice?' he asked. `I don't know,' I answered, `All I know is that I've been told that some people stick things up their bums and seem to enjoy it, I guess it must just feel good.' I felt Stu's finger poking at my anus, `but it's so tight,' he said, `how on earth can you stick anything in it?' `I don't know,' I said, `I think you have to use some sort of a lubricant like Vaseline, I was thinking the same thing when I was feeling you and Tommy up. I'm up for a bit of experimentation, how about you, and Tommy, d'you think he'd be up for it?' `Oh yeah, for sure, and Tommy never says no to anything, especially if he gets to come.' `You're on,' I said, `I'll get the Vaseline, if you find the boy.' I couldn't see him, but I knew he was smiling, he stopped his exploration and I sensed him changing his position. A moment later, and I felt his warm body slide between my thighs, and the tip of his hard cock begin pushing relentlessly at my pucker. `Don't try too hard,' I gasped, `or you'll shove me over the edge.' With that, the pressure abruptly ceased and Stu backed away. `I didn't mean I didn't like it,' I said, turning to face him, `look.' Indeed, my cock was very engorged, the tip was red and dripping with precum. Stu had returned to the safety of the concrete bench and was sitting with one knee pulled up, his cock was in a similar state of readiness to mine, a little drop of precum showing on the tip and glinting in the rays of the sun. `Do you remember when all three of us had a good suck together?' Stu asked, softly. `Of course I do, it was only yesterday.' `I suppose it was,' he mused, `it seems like an age ago. D'you think you and I could do it now?' he pleaded, `if I don't come soon I think I'm going to burst, I've been gagging for it since you came round this afternoon.' Although the bench wasn't particularly large, there was plenty enough room for two skinny boys to achieve a sixty-nine, and I was perfectly delighted to climb over the object of my desire, my erect cock and balls dangling over his open mouth. With perfect synchrony I sucked Stu's rigid and salty pole into my mouth as he closed his ruby lips around my glans. Our previous experiments hadn't yet made us into expert cock-suckers, but each time was proving to be a little better than the last. I felt Stu's tongue slowly circling my glans, giving little flicks to the hole and I slowly bobbed my head up and down, running my tongue as much of his shaft as I could get into my mouth. Stu had been right, I too was bursting with come, and we hadn't the experience to make it last, so it wasn't long before I sensed the familiar buzzing in my head and knew I was on the verge of coming. As far as I could tell Stu wasn't far off either and I redoubled my efforts, he too speeded up his tonguing and sucking; suddenly I tipped over the edge, spraying spunk into his eager mouth, simultaneously I tasted the fierce eruption from his prick, his ejaculation filling my mouth with his sweet sperm. My cheeks bulging, I sat up, observing the last few dribbles of come trickling from Stu's reddened shaft. I helped Stu to sit up, and kissed him firmly on the lips, the sensation as our lips parted and I realised that he hadn't swallowed my spunk either, was another moment of blissful synergy. As our eager and hard-working tongues mingled our sperms together, unfortunately I choked slightly, and some of our flavourful cargo escaped, dribbling down our chins and onto our sweaty chests. With another simultaneous decision, we both swallowed our loads and grinned triumphantly at each other. `I could do that all day,' said Stu, his face rosy from his exertions. `I don't think so,' I said drily, `the best we've managed so far has been a few minutes.' `Yeah, but if we practise maybe we'll get better?' `There's a thought,' I agreed, `I'm always being told that practise makes perfect, so maybe if I tell my mum I'm going to meet you to do some practise, I'll get to spend more time with you?' `What a great idea,' he agreed, `we'll have to think of something believable though.' `We'd better go down and get cleaned up,' I said, `or they'll be sending out search parties to find us.' Stu's nervousness seemed to have evaporated and hand in hand we raced down the stairs, our naked feet noiseless on the cement. `Shall we have a last dive and get cleaned off?' I asked. `Yeah, why not,' he agreed. We stepped confidently out onto the lowest diving platform, and it was only when we were right on the edge that I realised that we were not alone, the man had returned, without the dog this time, and was enjoying a full frontal view of two naked boys; pretty obviously post-coital, dribbles of our come drying on our chests and legs and still in a pleasurable state of semi-hardness. With perfect composure, we dived and entered the water smoothly; I swam underwater to the place where I thought my Speedos should be, and as I had spotted from above, located them easily. Although I could have put them on in the water, I tossed them out onto the side of the pool and swam over to Stu, who was bobbing up and down, wiping the seawater from his face. `We'd better get out,' I said, `we can't stay in here and pretend nothing's happened.' `You're right,' he said, `I was just waiting for my cock to go down a bit.' Together we swam over to the steps and climbed out of the water, to my horror, the man had returned and was advancing towards us, holding out the damp bundle of Stu's Speedos; `I think you might have lost these,' he smiled, `been horsing around in the pool, have you?' We both faced him, there didn't seem to be point in making any attempt to disguise our nakedness. Seen close up he wasn't that old although the suit made him seem older; 'yeah, we've been practising our diving, and by the time we got to the high board we discovered we hadn't done the ties on our bathers up properly,' I said, a little lamely. `By heck, you must have hit the water at some speed to get them all the way over there,' he pointed to the damp patch where Stu had dumped his Speedos. `Once we realised that we were going to lose them every time we dived, we just gave up trying, it's not like it's crowded here,' Stu said defiantly. `True enough, boys,' he winked, `in fact I think you remind me of the ancient Greeks.' `What d'you mean?' I asked. `All of their athletes competed naked; boys and men on the field of contest together, no women were allowed of course, but then they were so much more open and honest about how they behaved in those days. I've seen plenty of you and your blondie pal,' he said to Stu, `but I haven't seen you around here before?' he asked, fixing me with a look. `No, maybe not, I'm up here on my holidays,' I stammered. `Ah well boys, I won't intrude on your fun anymore, it's been a great pleasure to meet you, it's quite brightened up my day. I'd best step along and give the dog his tea, hopefully I'll see some more of you in the next few days. If you're passing or it's raining do feel free to drop in at my place for a cup of tea; mine's the last cottage at this end of the prom. I've got a book all about the ancient Greeks if you're interested; it's got lots of pictures, I'm fascinated by ancient civilisations.' He stepped a little closer and handed Stu his bathers, before turning, and strolling carelessly down the stairs onto the prom and away. We looked at each other, and collapsed in helpless giggles, `I don't think it'd be possible for him to have seen any more of us,' I said through my splutters. `Oh, I don't know,' Stu said thoughtfully, `I suppose we could have put on a bit more of a show.' `He's obviously seen you and Tommy around,' I said, thoughtfully. `Aye, well we do come down this end of the beach from time to time,' he answered, `and I suppose we're quite noisy.' I looked back over my shoulder, and realised at once that our lofty perch on top of the diving tower might not have been as secluded as we'd thought, even allowing for our boyish height the whole of the bench was plainly visible from the ground; `hmm,' I said, `if he'd turned back and happened to look up, I think he'd have had a better view of the action than we might have intended.' Stu followed my gaze, and after a moment of embarrassed horror, he started to laugh again, `Ach well, that's another pervert exposed,' he giggled. `He couldn't have been any more exposed than we were,' I grinned. `Just as long as you weren't thinking of inviting him to join in with our games,' I said firmly, `he's way too old.' `Ugh no, of course I'm not, I'm just a bit turned on by the thought he might have been watching us sucking each other on the bench.' `Let's just leave it there, judging by what he was saying just now I reckon he copped the lot,' I said firmly, `I for one hope that we never see him again, but whatever, we'd better get dressed and head back, or we'll be in trouble with our folks.' We pulled on our wet Speedos and recovered our footwear from where we'd abandoned it; the warm summer sun and a gentle sea breeze soon drying our costumes as we strolled along the prom towards Johnny Bingo's house. Stu's auntie opened the door for us, `well now, did you have a good time,' she asked, `I can see you've been in the water, did you go up to the pool?' `Yeah,' Stu answered, `we were practising our diving, I think we'd like to do some more practise together, it was fun.' `Well my lad, before you mess my nice house up, you need to take a wash and rinse all that salt off you, did you no see the fresh water shower at the bathing pool?' `No,' I answered, `where is it?' `It's round the back of the diving tower, ah well, you'll know for next time. I've put your good claes in a bag for you to take home, no sense in messing them up, just be sure and wash that salt off your skin, or you'll end up as wrinkly as I am.' This was as definitive a dismissal as I could imagine, so, picking up the bag with my clothes in, I stuck my hand out and gravely shook Stu's aunties' hand, `thank you for tea, and for letting me play with Stu.' `You're welcome,' she replied, with that twinkle in her eye again, `now, I'll leave you boys to say goodbye, don't you be plotting any mischief, mind.' If there is anything less articulate and awkward than two teenage boys struggling to express their feelings, then I have yet to find it. Stu tried first; `that was such good fun, we should try and do it again.' `Yeah,' I agreed, `although perhaps without an audience next time. Maybe we should meet up with Tommy and see what he thinks.' `Ok, we'll do that, can we meet tomorrow?' `Yeah, let's meet in the arcade, tomorrow morning,' I said. `Cool, goodnight then.' As the door closed behind me I turned and headed for my Grans', there was a general level of consternation at my appallingly dishevelled state, and I was ordered into the bath forthwith. When I emerged, clean and scrubbed, I was subjected to a gentle interrogation about my day, thankfully my story was accepted without question and I was allowed to have my supper. Much later, when I was thinking of heading for bed, my mother stepped over, and tilted my head up, `Hmm,' she said, `I think you need to put something on your lips, salt water and sun don't do them any good you know. Just because you're not doing any kissing now, doesn't mean you shouldn't look after them.' She saw me blush, and thankfully misinterpreted it, `dinnae worry, your time will come, I'm sure they'll be queuing up to kiss you before long, but in the meantime, Mam!' she broke off to bellow at my gran, who was fixated on the telly, `have you got any petroleum jelly?' `In the medicine cupboard,' she bellowed back. `Stay there,' my mum commanded and disappeared into the bathroom, returning, to my delight, with an enormous tub of Vaseline. `Now, you don't need very much,' she said, `just smear a tiny bit on your lips whenever you've been in the sun for a while. This tub is too huge to carry about, I'll see if I can get you a little jar in town tomorrow, your sister's coming in with me, so you're excused, unless you want to come with us of course.' `No, it's ok,' I said, `I thought I might meet up with Stu and Tommy down at the arcade.' `Don't you go spending all your time and pocket money in there,' she said sternly, `I don't want my son turning into a wastrel.' `It's ok mum,' I reassured her, `it's just a good place to meet up, and Stu's auntie lets us play for nothing if it's not busy. I think we were going to go along the banks and maybe swim in the rock pools, I'm not sure I'm ready for another day of diving tomorrow.' `That's ok then, but if you're going to go swimming again, be sure and take your new bathers, not those saggy old things you came home in.' `Yes mum, they were all Stu had to lend me, and I was never that sure what was holding them up.' With that, I headed for bed, secretly delighted that I had been given a supply of the mysterious lubricant and an excuse if I was found carrying it. I crawled into bed, suddenly weary, my balls felt completely drained, hopefully they'd be working overtime while I slept, for I had a feeling that they'd be needed again in the morning, with that pleasing thought I crashed into a deep and dreamless sleep, ready for whatever the new day might bring. To be continued...