Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2024 16:04:12 +0000 From: pawprints67 Subject: AFTER THE SWIM - Adult/Youth Category This story depicts sexual activities between an adult male and a younger male. If you are under 18, please close this window now. This a work of fiction intended solely for entertainment. If you would like to chat or comment please contact me at pawprints67@protonmail.com. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/ AFTER THE SWIM I walked up the beach near the water's edge, the boy just a few paces in front of me, a bright red Beach Club towel draped around his neck and moving briskly, making it hard for me to keep up. The boy zigged and zagged in the space where the waves crept onto the sand, playing the game of trying not to get his bare feet wet, despite having just been swimming in those waves for the past hour. His tiny feet left dimples in the wet sand behind him as he moved along with the waves erasing them just after. Other than the towel, the ends of which he gripped in each of his hands, the boy was wearing just his navy blue swimming trunks, soggy from the water, the waist band low on his back just beneath the dimples above his hips and the legs of the trunks reaching down to just above his knees. At this point in the summer, the boy's tan was a deep brown from his head to his feet, except for the pale areas that his trunks covered. His tousled brown hair had streaks of sun-bleached blond. His torso was mostly dried by the sun and wind, though the fine, downy hair on his arms and legs, also bleached by the sun, was still damp. He was beautiful to watch, and on each of these many trips we had made together back to the Beach Club buildings, walking past other sunbathers and swimmers, I always had the same thought - "I can't believe I get paid to do this." A few days a week, depending upon the weather, I was charged with bringing the boy to the beach while his parents worked, just as I had done for several years prior with the boy's brother who was three years older. He, too, was beautiful to watch, but now spent his summer months at a sleep-away camp in the north. Upon learning that the older boy would no longer need my caretaking, I was relieved when the parents asked me to remain on as caretaker of the boy. As we made our way toward the Beach Club buildings, I could feel my arousal growing in anticipation of the ritual that would soon take place between me and the boy, being careful to cover the front of my own swimming trunks with my towel to conceal the slow bulging of my cock that was happening. It was a fairly quiet day at the beach, not many other sunbathers, which also helped to insure a bit more privacy for me and the boy. The Beach Club buildings consisted of a simple snack counter, a row of showers marked for Men and Women, and then several long lines of wooden "bath houses" which were essentially small 6X6 foot rooms where one could leave gear and clothing, a private space to change into and out of beach clothing. The boy's family had owned one of these bath houses for many years. Our ritual would begin here. When we reached the locker, I opened the door for the boy who stepped inside first, reaching up to pull the string to light the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I stepped in behind him. The space was tight and inside was a single wooden chair against one of the walls and an old wooden chest on the opposite wall which contained a few old folding beach chairs, a handful of toys which the boys used to play with in the past and a tote bag with some fresh towels and toiletries. I grabbed a couple of towels from inside of the chest, a bar of soap and some shampoo. Then, turning to the boy I said "Let's hit the showers buddy." "Ready!" he eagerly replied. We stepped back out into the daylight and made the short walk back to the Men's shower building. As I had hoped, it was quiet and we had the place to ourselves. We placed our soggy beach towels in the bin just outside of the shower building and made our way inside together, both of us now wearing just our swimming trunks. The showers were very old-school, likely never changed since the time of the Beach Club's creation nearly 100 years ago - just a simple row of three shower-heads, each open to the rest with a row of wooden pegs on the opposite wall where I hung our two fresh towels. Then, just to be safe, I stepped over and latched the door to the showers, though was not expecting any interruptions. I started the water at one of the shower-heads, adjusting the temperature and then I turned to the boy. He began to reach for the draw string on his swimming trunks. "Hang on a second, kiddo," I said. "Remember how this works?" "Oh! Right, sorry," he replied. "I always forget that part." "That's my job," I said to him with a smile. I got to my knees on the cement floor in front of him and reached for the draw-string which was tied like a shoe-lace at his waist. A simple tug at one of the laces loosened the draw-string and then, without hesitation, I slipped my fingers inside of his waistband and tugged the damp swim trunks down past his crotch and legs to the floor. The boy put a hand on my shoulder and stepped out of the trunks, which I then tossed to the side. Though I had experienced this ritual with the boy many times in the past, that first glance of his completely naked body was just as thrilling to me as the first time. He stood there in front of me for a moment, letting me take in the bare sight of him - the stark contrast of his skin between dark summer tan and the paleness of his crotch and upper thighs, the sparse tuft of light brown hair slowly growing just above and around his slightly aroused cock and balls - and then he backed himself into the stream of the warm shower. As the water cascaded over the boy's nude body, I stood near him untying the draw-string on my trunks then quickly slipping them down my legs and stepping out of them. The boy kept his eyes on my body, particularly my cock which was slowly moving toward full arousal. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo, then stepped into the shower just behind the boy so that his back was to my stomach. I squeezed out a dollop of the shampoo and began gently washing the boy's salty hair for him, working my fingers over his scalp and onto his neck. The boy leaned back toward me, closing the space between us and pressing himself against me. With the heat of the boy, the water and the slippery shampoo running between us, my cock was now completely turgid and sliding over the smooth skin of the boy's lower back. I washed my hair then and let the water rinse us both at the same time. Now with the bar of soap in my hands, I started the next step in our ritual by beginning to wash the boy. My soapy hands slid down the boy's neck and over his shoulders to the small of his back. I turned him then and did the same over his torso from his chest to his stomach. The boy reached both arms in the air, as he knew to do, so that I could soap and clean his arms and into his armpits where more of his sparse brown pubic hair had just begun to grow. I lowered myself into a squatting position in front of the boy, seeing now that the boy's cock, which was perhaps 4 inches in length, was standing fully erect and curved against his lower stomach. I soaped my hands once again and continued to clean the boy, both hands now moving first down his right leg, over his lean thigh to his knee and down his shin. The boy placed a hand on my shoulder for balance and then lifted his right foot for me. I held his tiny round heel in one hand and rubbed his foot with my other, over his instep, gripping his arch and in between each of his small toes, washing away bits of gritty sand. All of this was then repeated with his left leg. I re-soaped my hands then and reached for the boy's stiff cock. I scrubbed my fingers through his scant pubic hair, down around his testicles and then I gently gripped his erect penis, gliding my hands up and down a few times from the base to the head. The boy gasped at my touch, as he always did and let out the smallest moan as I continued to clean his prick. "Please," he whispered to me. I looked up at him and our eyes met. "Please, can you finish me here? Please?" he begged. I smiled slightly at him, shook my head and said, "I know that feels good, but you know the rules. Just be patient." I continued stroking him a few more times, eliciting more gasps from the boy, but being careful to not bring him over the edge. I turned him then away from me, his precious pale round ass cheeks now at eye level. With more soap on my hands, I ran my hands and fingers down his lower back and over each of his cheeks, up and down a few times. The boy knew to open his legs slightly for me, so I explored the space between his legs, feeling the hardness of his perineum, cleaning him there and then pushing one of my hands between his cheeks to swirl my fingers over his sphincter. This brought on a shiver, more gasps and another moan from the boy. The boy moved into the stream of the shower then and began to rinse the soap away as I gave myself a very quick wash and then did the same. I turned the water off and reached for the towels hanging on the adjacent wall. Both of our cocks were still fully stiff. I first wrapped a towel around the boy's waist, then wrapped myself. I unlatched the shower building door, took a quick look outside - nobody in sight - and the boy and I padded our way back to the bath houses leaving damp footprints behind us on the wooden walkway. Once inside of the bath house, I latched the door and turned to face the boy. I unwrapped my towel, running it quickly through my hair and then dried myself off. Just the brush of the towel against my still turgid prick made me spasm with excitement. The boy watched me intently the entire time, his eyes mostly focused on my swollen cock. I folded my towel once, then again and laid it on top of the wooden chest. I then removed the boy's towel for him and began to dry him off as well, starting with his tousled hair and moving efficiently down the length of his body, paying particular attention to his tiny stiff cock and balls. I folded the boy's towel just as I had my own and laid it on top of the chest as well. I looked the boy in the eyes and asked, "Are you ready?" The boy bit his lower lip, raised his eyebrows and nodded at me several times. I took his face in my hands and leaned in to give him a long kiss on his slightly parted lips. "Go on up," I then said to him. The boy lifted himself up onto the chest, sitting himself on the folded towels on the edge of the chest with his legs hanging over, his small cock poking straight up in the air between his legs. The boy leaned back on his elbows, scooting his ass slightly forward as I moved between his legs. I got to my knees in front of the chest and moved myself between the boy's legs, which he had spread for me in anticipation of the next step in our ritual. The boy lifted his legs and I grabbed his thighs, placing each of his legs on top of my shoulders so tht his feet could dangle down on my back. I reached around the boy's back and scooted his body closer to me so that his ass was at the edge of the chest, leaving the boy room to lay down fully on his back. Knowing that time was of the essence, I immediately dove for the boy's crotch. I buried my face in the space between his thigh and balls, inhaling deeply and taking in the fresh clean scent of him. My tongue darted out several times, lapping at his feverishly testicles, feeling the downy hairs growing there. The boy met my tongue with small upward thrusts from his hips and he started to softly moan. I reached my hands under the boy's buttocks and he responded by bringing both of his bare feet up my back and onto my shoulders, thus exposing his tight puckered sphincter to me. I didn't hesitate a moment to start licking him there, swirling my thick tongue over and around his hole, pushing the tip of my tongue into him as far as I was able. The boy gyrated and moaned more deeply as I teased and wetted his anus. I moved my mouth away from him momentarily to look at the boy's face. He was in ecstasy, his mouth open and breathing heavily. I whispered to him "Ssshhhh...." at which he bit his lip and quieted his moaning. "Please," he begged. "Please, I am ready to finish." "OK, kiddo," I said. "Just try and be as quiet as you can." He nodded at me and I moved in to finish the boy off. I opened my mouth wide, engulfing the boy's cock entirely, including his balls, burying my nose in the patch of hair at the base of his stomach. I sucked and licked the boy's prick, my mouth moving over him like a hungry animal, drawing him quickly closer to orgasm. I knew he wouldn't last very long. He never did given the depth of pleasure I gave him. The boy pushed his hips into my face and I gripped his buttocks tight in my hands, squeezing him firmly and kneading his cheeks. The boy's body tensed then, his bare feet pushing hard against my shoulders, his hips lifting skyward as the first spasm of his orgasm wracked his body. I felt all of it happening inside of my mouth, his balls rising, the head of his cock growing slightly bigger, and the salty-sweet taste of the boy's cum on my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Though he was not yet of the age of his older brother, who fed me copious amounts of his cum, the boy still gave me a good taste of himself, certainly more than when we had first begun our ritual together. I kept up the actions of my lips and tongue as the boy continued to spasm in my hands, letting him have his full orgasm while inside my mouth. After a few moments, I could feel the boy's ass cheeks relax in my hands and his small boy feet propped on my shoulders slipped down onto my back as the final waves of his orgasm passed. I got to my feet then and the boy scooted his butt onto the chest and he sat up in front of me. I leaned in again and gave him another brief kiss. Then, unexpectedly, as it was not part of our ritual, I felt the boy's small hand gripping my hard cock. I looked him in the eyes and he smiled back at me. "I think I'm ready," he said. "You know, for the next part." The boy smiled at me, squeezing my cock ever so gently, sending a shiver through my body. Yes.... He was ready. To be continued...