Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2024 00:14:00 -0500 From: Nick Barnes Subject: A Seaside Summer Cottage Ch. 2 Please add this to my story that's in the Adult Youth section. Thanks! You should consider donating to Nifty! Without support, the wonderful stories we all enjoy on here couldn't be published. The messages I've already received have been great. Especially love hearing how and when you've...finished. I love erotica and the bator lifestyle. Feel free to check me out on ReblogMe (DongB8R), and I always welcome new ideas, photos for inspiration, and general correspondence. I OPEN to anything! Feel free to e-mail me at B8rbro7@gmail.com. A Seaside Summer Cottage--Chapter 2 By Nick Barnes Sunlight creeps in through little slits in the curtains I have, since last night, closed. The tide must be in because I can hear gently lapping surf against the rocks. Having some sexual release combined with a very relaxing sleep made waking up so enjoyable that I almost forget what happened. BONERBUD has left, and that's just fine. I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now. Plus he knows how to reach me if he's interested in a repeat encounter. I get out of bed and hit the shower. Then I decide I'm going to explore the little village and grab something to eat while I'm out. I get dressed and use the little scooter the owner has left available. I feel almost practically European. Downtown is a visual symphony of beautiful people and seaside shops. There's a big mix of people, but my eyes are drawn to all the sexy men. There's a group of three guys who must be in college, and they're rightfully very confidently dressed with these tight shorts and tank tops. Their arms are huge like they just had arm day for a week, and one of them is wearing a backwards baseball cap which sends me. Then I see a man with a respectable dad bod chasing after a few toddlers while his wife talks on her phone. I see two much younger boys--probably high school, but trying to look like college--vaping as they walk. The shirtless one has a swimmer's build, and they both are scanning the street as they walk, as if to ask "Does everyone see how fucking cool we are?" As I make my way down the Main Street, I see the perfect cafe. Big enough to accommodate some seated patrons, but small enough to feel quaint and romantic. Plus the smell is intoxicating. A little bell trills when I open the door. There are about ten small tables scattered around, and maybe only half of them have a person or two. When I get to the counter, a perky little blonde girl half giggles a greeting, and asks for my order. Having no time to read their menu board, I tell her I'll need a moment, and so she waves a person behind me up to the counter. Just as this happens, I see a beautiful tall and slim man walk up to the second register. He winks at me as he wipes his apron, and he waves me over. "Can I help you, sir?" He says with a broad smile. "Oh, um... thanks. I just got here last night, and I don't really know--" "You like something sweet or salty? or sweet and salty?" He asks looking deep into my eyes. I can't stand how intense he is. I move my eyes away out of embarrassment and I notice his name tag says "Damon." "Um... I guess more... sweet?" I stammer. "You like `em thick?" I almost choke on my breath. "I'm sorry, what?" He has to know what he's doing. His grin is way too wide for him not to know. "Your drinks; do you like them thick and foamy or are you more of a regular coffee guy?" "Oh. Well, I guess not thick. Like just regular coffee." "Too bad. I figured you were a thick guy," Damon says. And he winks again. I feel a familiar little tug behind my belly button. "Oh. I mean, I don't not, um, like--" "Just fucking with you man!" Damon says with a laugh. "You're adorable. So, may I recommend a Number 8?" I look at the menu for Number 8, and it sounds good. "Yes, please. And can I also have one of these muffin thingies?" I say gesturing to the cabinet to the left. "Sure thing, boss," Damon says as he starts to punch in the information on the register. "How much?" I ask when he stops typing. "This one's on the house," Damon says. But it definitely feels conspiratory. "Why is that?" I ask, leaning in. Damon meets me by leaning in and says in a husky whisper, "Because I want to lure you back here for another treat sometime soon." My cock definitely stirs at that comment, and my head buzzes a little. I've been hit on before, but it was so long ago and usually only when guys are drunk at a bar. "Well, I... that is... I'm sure I'll... you know," I get out before our little intense moment is watered down by someone yelling from beyond my field of vision. "Damon! We need more almond milk! Go get some in storage please!" It's the perky girl. He frowns, but before he turns to leave, he says "What's the name for your order?" "Oh. Um. Greyson." "Okay, Greyson. They'll call you when your order is ready. I hope you enjoy it enough to come back." And with another wink, Damon leaves the register and I move to the pick up line. I get my order, and I look for a seat. Except by now, all the tables have at least one person sitting there. This leads me to take my order with me back out onto the street and just walk while I enjoy Damon's treat. I'm starting to fantasize a little about Damon and what it might be like if I did come back when he was working there, and just as I begin to undress him in my mind, I'm brought back to reality by hearing my name.... My teacher name. "Mr Smith?! Mr. Smith!" I can't go anywhere, I start to think as I turn to face the kid, and it's Jay. Jay is in some loose board shorts and a loose tank, but that just means I see hints of his body through the arm holes. I watch as he seamlessly dismounts his skateboard, and he takes one earbud out. He wears a flat gold chain that rests right on his clavicle. Fuck. He's somehow already tanned. "Hey, Jay! Funny to see you here," I say trying my best not to somehow unknowingly reveal that I saw him jacking off last night. "Is it?" He asks. "I mean... it's a small town." He smiles and adds a playful arm slap, saying, "Just messing." I force a laugh. And it sounds forced. And my face must scrunch up because he asks, "Are you all right? You look freaked out, Mr. Smith." "Oh no," I lie. "Just maybe still a little tired is all." And with that, I demonstratively sip from my coffee. "I'll bet you're tired after last night," Jay says and I almost choke on the coffee. I feel my eyes pop open wide and I say, "what do you mean by that?" "Oh, just because you traveled yesterday. I know I was pretty beat too." And this is weird because I know that he knows I got fucked last night. But he doesn't know that I know, so I have no idea what to do, and all of this is really most inappropriate. After a moment of pause, I ask, "So, how can I help you, Jay?" He looks a little sad for a bit and then immediately smiles. "Oh nothing... just saying hi I guess." And he very quickly steps on his board and puts back his earbud in one swift movement and he's gone like twenty feet before I can even say, "Wait what?" This is all really too bizarre, so I decide to cut my jaunt short, hop on the scooter, and go back to the AirBnB. As I walk in, my phone vibrates indicating a message of some sort. It's the hookup app, and I see I have a message from BONERBUD, TWINK4TOP, and a new account, DEMONDAMON. Oh, fuck. He must have seen me on the app and that's how he knew. His message reads, Hey man. Hope you liked your coffee on me. Let me know if you want anything else on me. Okay, he's fucking good. I click on the message from BONERBUD which shows the little paper clip emoji meaning he's attached a picture. When I click on the message, I see him with his hand on his cock. It's hard and with his other hand's pointer finger, he's stretching out a strand of precum. His message under the photo reads, Hey man. Last nite was fun. Look what you made me do this morning. Let me know if you wanna hook up again. That definitely makes my cock stir. I open the message from TWINK4TOP and he's asking if I can be his daddy. My head is swimming with all this lust, and I can't help myself but sit on the couch and release my erection from my underwear. My cock head is flared and there's already a little pearl of precum on the slit. "Fuck," I softly moan as I begin to pump the shaft up and down. Mixing the precum with some spit, I make a slimy lube that makes me throw my head back in ecstasy. I look back at the picture of BONERBUD and his cock and I relive the night we had in my head as I fondle my balls and stroke my dong. I think of him edging me, and that makes me search for an edging compilation on the Internet. I find one where a bunch of twinks are being edge-tortured by daddies and bear types. There's a smooth twink with very expressive eyes moaning and whining as his needy dick gets pumped and stroked and vibed all at different intervals and intensities. He's begging to cum and practically crying before the top lets him. The next clip is from what must have been a storyline porn. There's a boy in a school uniform and an older man in a suit, and it's clearly supposed to be a classroom. This fantasy usually weirds me out because I'm literally a teacher, but the boy is so fucking hot, I keep watching. The teacher pulls the twink's pants down and starts softly stroking him while he leans over to kiss. Their tongues explore each other's mouths and there's lots of moaning. The clip jumps forward as someone must have edited it for this super cut, and the boy's arms are tied back with his uniform necktie, and his hips are bucking as the teacher plays with his cock. Again, the boy is brought to a whimper as he begs to cum, and the teacher keeps stopping just before the big load. The teacher is firmly but slowly pumping the teen's cock, and their eye contact may as well burn through my phone screen, it's so intense. With one final whimper, the boy barely whispers "Please, sir, please let me cum?" And with that, the teacher sticks two fingers into the boy's asshole. He's furiously jacking the cock while his fingers pump in and out of the boy's pucker, and you can see him lose his mind from the pleasure. I'm getting close, too, and just about at the exact same time, we blow our sticky loads. I lay back on the couch catching my breath for a few moments. Then I'm snapped back into focus when my phone rings. "Fuck." I say to no one as I take my shirt off to wipe up. When I'm free of my load, I pick up my phone and see a missed call from Artemis. Perfect fucking timing. I call her back, and she's suddenly Oprah or something, asking me a thousand questions. How is the place? Did I see the town yet? Have I met any cute guys? Twenty minutes later, with some details redacted, she's all caught up. "Well, Marcus and I would love to visit for a night or two. Give you company and also maybe treat you to dinner?" "That sounds great!" I say, secretly hoping she'll forget about it by tomorrow. "Well, let's check in soon and pick a day!" She says and before I can say anything, she's barking something at Marcus, and hanging up on me. I head to my room to toss my shirt in my laundry bag, and when I go into my duffel to get a new shirt, I see the gummies. I look at my watch and it's only 12:30. I could just say "fuck it" and take them since I'm on vacation, but I figure I'll want to save them for the night anyway. While I'm lost in thought a bit, I hear a knock. Without thinking about it, I go to the source of the knock--the sliders. Jay stands there, holding, of all things, a vacuum cleaner. I open the slider, and Jay walks in and plops the vacuum down. "Come on in, Jay," I say with a little sarcastic annoyance betraying my friendliness. "Sorry. I know this is probably annoying. But my gran wanted me to make sure this was in the main house. She texted me like five times." "Gotcha," I say. Jay takes a moment and then says, "Listen. I just want to get the awkward part over with because I don't want to ruin your trip and I don't want to feel weird. And you're a cool young teacher, so I know you're not a prude. And like just don't freak out. I promise I'm not gonna cramp your style, and I promise you're not a creep because this weird thing happened. It's not like you planned it. So please don't like mope around on account of me." "Well. Wow. Jay, that was... well, that was perceptive and empathetic. Both great qualities in a young man, and I--" "Please. Don't worry about it. Really." I had no idea Jay was this confident and magnanimous. He was always a nice enough student, but he never spoke a lot to me. "Well. Thanks, Jay. I'll try. Now please tell me that's not the real reason you interrupted your own vacation and came over here..." "Oh no! The vacuum was really it. I'll show you my gran's texts if you don't believe me." "I believe you, Jay. And thanks again for your comments. You're a nice kid." "Don't do that..." Jay says as his face drops a little. "What?" I ask. "Don`t `you're a nice kid' me. Fuck. I'm like a week away from being eighteen, and I'm not even your student anymore. Can you just, like, treat me like another adult?" I can see in his face that Jay is really hurt. "I'm sorry, Jay. I really didn't mean to offend you. I just... well, in some ways, I may always think of you as a kid. Just my nature I suppose. Please don't take it personally." "I'm not a fuckin kid." Jay says, his voice getting grittier. "Jay, this is getting tense for no reason. I really think you're--" "What? What am I doing?" Jay's face is red and his arms are puffed up in tension. I can feel some heat coming off his body we're so close. "Well, for one, you're getting a little worked up over--" "It's not nothing! I'm so fucking sick of everyone calling me a kid. I'm the youngest and all my older brothers do is beat the shit out of me all my life because I'm just a kid. I wanted to go on a real trip this summer, and my parents made me come to this stupid place because it's my gran's and I'm just a fuckin kid. It's bullshit. I tried to chat up this hottie downtown, and that blew up in my face because I'm just a kid apparently!" "Woah. Woah. Jay. Take a breath." He does, surprisingly, and I can see the red drain from his face a bit. He starts to tear up. "Hey. Hey now. It's all right. You clearly have a lot to feel angry about. I get it." "No you don't." Jay says with a puff of air. "You just called me a kid... how do you get it?" "Well, I didn't get it until you explained yourself. Jay, it's hard transitioning like you are into the real world. And I genuinely meant that I'd think of you... in that way... as like a sweet compliment. Like a term of endearment. All my kids--er, students--are like that to me." His face softens. Then he says, "But I'm not your student anymore. I graduated." "You're right, Jay. I take it back. You're not a kid. I promise." Jay chuckles a bit. He scratches his neck a little and says, "Sorry... I guess that triggered me more than I thought. I just... well, it's just that... never mind." Jay starts to turn away, but I stop him. And goddamn his shoulder muscle is insane. "No, Jay, tell me." He looks deep into my eyes, and I really do start to see him less as a kid. There's a strong earnestness in there that captivates me. "I just wouldn't want you--like, especially you--thinking I was a kid." I have no idea what that means, but before either of us can follow up, his phone rings and he looks at it. He simply says, "Gran," as he walks back outside and closes the slider door. I have time only to hear him say, "Yes, Gran. I just brought it over..." I chuckle a little because she really did give him a hard time about the vacuum, and also I release some tension from the moment we just had. Jay's severe face and his saying "I'm not just a kid," keep playing in my mind as I don't really do anything for the rest of the afternoon. I go back downtown for some dinner, and head back on the scooter, and I pour myself some wine and settle in for the night. As nice and maybe necessary as last night was with BONERBRO, I really want a night in by myself. Maybe read or watch a movie later. I put some music on using the Bluetooth speaker, and I pop a few gummies in as the sun sets. I'm sitting on the couch stoned and just vibing in a blissful state when a familiar knock comes from behind me. I get up and in moments, I'm face to face with Jay. He's got a loose hoodie and some athletic shorts. I see his gold chain whisper in the dark. He speaks before I do. "I'm sorry about the blow up before. It's not your fault." "Well, thanks. You really don't need to apologize. Like I said, I get it." "I just... well, like I said, it's important to me that you don't see me as some kid." "Jay. Is that the only reason you came here. I'm not really looking for a visitor right now." "Well that, and my power is out." Jay says and we both look out the door at the darkened pool house. "I texted Gran's manager guy, but he's away for the week." I feel a little warm lump form in my stomach. There's only one polite thing to do. "Well, you'll have to stay here in the main house until. There's another bedroom." "I was hoping you'd say that, Mr. Smith. Really... thanks!" And his face lights up so much that I melt a little. Even though I wouldn't say it to him. "Hey now..." I say as I playfully extend my arm for a handshake, "Since it's the summer and you're not a kid... and we're roommates I guess...just call me Greyson... or Grey." "Ooh that's weird." Jay says shaking his head. "But you calling me Mister Smith is way weirder. Seriously." "Sure thing, Greyson." We both shudder at that. The next hour or so, Jay and I talk about the house and his gran and seriously how insane this turn of events is. During this time, I offer him something to drink, and that's when I realize I only have wine. The Prosecco was finished last night and I haven't really gone to the supermarket yet. "It's cool, Greyson. Whether you want to hear it or not, this is not even like a little bit my first alcohol." The gummies have kicked in, so I give in. And there we are, Jay and me, drinking wine and chatting and laughing. Before I know it, we've turned the music off and we're sotting in the living room together. He tells me about the end of the year and how soon he'll need to start condition for his start in the fall at college. The more we talk, the more we drink, and I keep topping his glass up out of habit. "Mind if I smoke?" He asks after he's had a few. And I notice he's not rolling a cigarette. "You want a hit?" He offers, and I say no because I'm already high on the gummies. We both share a giggle fit that feels like it lasts for an hour. "I can't believe Mr. Smith is a pothead! This changes everything!" Jay says as he holds in a big hit. "Not a pothead... just some gummies." I playfully defend. I don't know what's added to these, but I feel my cock getting so hard it almost hurts. And Jay's gorgeous body in the soft evening light and his charismatic and confident attitude are really doing it for me. It occurs to me that where we had started sitting across the room from each other in chairs, we are now basically snuggling in the loveseat. "Can I ask you something, Greyson, and you can't get mad?" Jay asks. "Of course, Mr. Jay," I chuckle. I'm so high. this is insane. But something about Jay is putting me at ease. "Would you tell me if I was right about something even if it meant you might be embarrassed?" This question is almost sobering. I tense up and change my position. "Oops. Never mind. Too soon. Sorry." Jay tenses up, too, and we both face away from each other. Everything starts coming together. And what am I doing?! This was my student two weeks ago! And I'm high with him and we're touching? This is so not me. But my cock is aching, and it's summer. And he's graduated. And he's minutes from eighteen basically. And what am I thinking? "Grey? Mr. Smith! Hello?" Jay is snapping his fingers and I focus back. "Sorry," I say rubbing my eyes. "Where'd you go?" "I just. I don't know. This is all so crazy. And I just--" Jay looks like he's trying to hold back laughter but it's a losing battle. He breaks. And then I break. "I didn't even ask you!" Jay says through smoke filled coughs and sputters. I'm laughing too and I say "oh god! I just assumed... and you didn't even... and I thought... oh my god!" Jay looks at me hard in the eyes. "What? Grey? What did you think?" "Oh. I... nothing. I don't remember." And suddenly I'm thinking about seeing him last night and how all of this is crazy because he jerked off to me getting fucked last night. I start to giggle. "What? What?" Jay asks. He sparks his joint up and for the millionth time offers me a hit, but for the first time, without really thinking, I take a few hits. I start to really fly, and I'm so loose and comfortable, that I just spill it. "Jay. I know you saw me last night and I know you jacked off to it." His face drops a little. But before he says anything, I continue. "And I'm wondering, Mr. Jay, are you so intent on me seeing you as an adult because you... liked what you saw?" Oh my god, I'm going to regret this in the morning. I've never been so bold and especially with a student. This is weird. But also kind of hot. Jay leans in and gets real quiet. He says in an even tone, "Greyson. Don't take this the wrong way, but I've wanted to fuck you since I was fourteen." And before I can respond, he bends down and releases my cock from my shorts. The mushroom head is shiny pink and the veins in my shaft are rigid. "I don't think this is--" my own moaning cuts off my thought as Jay mouths my cock. He's sucking hard and swirling his tongue as he plays with my balls, and I am seeing colors everywhere. I moan as he rubs my inner thighs and we adjust so that we're in a sixty nine position on the loveseat. His cock is thick and long. It's maybe the biggest dick I've seen in real life. His girthy dong finds its way into my mouth and it feels like hours we're just worshipping each other's cocks. Then while he's still servicing my penis, Jay moves his torso in a way that puts his sweet pink pucker right in my way. I spread his smooth mounds apart and inhale the soapy salty scent of his buttocks. I gently tap my pointer finger on the plump ridges on his boypuss and he writhes and moans. His moaning makes pleasure waves all over my cock as I lean in and tongue fuck his ass hole. It winks and opens and loosens up as I massage and lap up his taint and hole. "Oh god," he moans. "I can't stand it any more, you gotta fuck me. Please fuck me," Jay whines. We adjust position, and Jay is on his back looking up at me. I finger his ass while he holds his own legs up with one arm and strokes my erection with the other hand. We're both so fucking stoned and moaning in ecstasy as I enter him. "Oh fuck. You're so thick," he says while he squirms. "You're so warm and tight," is all I manage to add. Next, I'm able to build a slow rhythm that allows the whole shaft to plunge in and pull out of his ass. "Please fuck me harder," Jay whimpers as he looks into my eyes. "I need it. Hard." He says with a firmness that clicks on some little trigger in my soul that makes me drill harder than I've ever drilled before. "I'm not even usually a top," I mutter as I pump the guts out of this totally hot football stud. "Fuck me! Hard!" Jay repeats as my pace quickens and my balls churn. "Fuck me! Fill my guts, Greyson!" He commands as I near the point of no return. We're furiously making out and he's grabbing onto my ass as I drive into him deeply. "I'm gonna nut!" Jay proclaims and I feel his ass muscles engorge and choke my dong. He's basically milking me with his ass as he cums, and that sends me over the edge. I feel my cock pump a huge load deep inside Jay, and for a few minutes all we hear is our heavy breaths, and all I feel is warm and soft and floating. The air smells like weed and cum and sweat, and before I have any other thoughts, Jay's phone rings. He looks at the screen and starts laughing. "Fuck!" He says before tapping. He gets up and moves to the kitchen area as I hear him say, "Hi Gran. Yes completely out. Yes I tried the generator." I watch as Jay, naked, paces around the kitchen. I decide that I'll take a shower and as soon as the water hits me, I come off my high and it occurs to me that I just fucked one of my students. And now what do we do?