Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2004 13:03:26 +0000
From: David Lundquist <davidi50@hotmail.com>
Subject: Are you gay - part 2

Peter did not sit remain on deck long after his parents came home from the
city. He left for something or else 14-year-old does, and left me alone on
the deck with my thoughts. And were they confused!

All my good sense told me that he was not sexy, or at least that I should
not linger on the fact that he actually was very sexy.

First of all, he was a kid, a boy. I had never considered boys that young as
sexual objects, at least not since I was at that age myself. Secondly he was
the son of my best friends. "Leave it! Leave it!" my conscience told me over
and over again, but my thoughts steadily came back to the image of his
extraordinary body lying next to naked on the easy chair. His soft golden
skin, almost free of body hair, his smooth adolescent's perfect body, slim
and without a gram unnecessary body fat, still only with the hinted muscles
of the grown man, was etched in the back of my mind.

I did not know if it was the body that captivated me to such a degree, or if
it was the face with his big black eyes, his soft black glossy hair, his
sharp cut blood red lips and the glowing skin that kept my thoughts and my
desire fixed to him. As I told him I was bi, but it was young men and not
hunks that aroused me on the male side. Maybe it was his almost feminine
beauty that captivated me. Anyhow, the mere thought of his image aroused me
to such a degree that I very soon was hard as a rock in my crotch.

With my breath coming shallow and fast I rose from my chair and went to the
bathroom. I locked the door behind me, and with the image of a naked Peter
before my eyes, I masturbated to a shattering orgasm in just a few seconds.

When I had collected myself I went back to the deck. Peter was there, now
only clad in a yellow almost transparent t-shirt. The garment was long
enough to reach down to the top of his thighs, and a short second I though
that this was the only thing he was wearing. But then I saw a shadow of a
brief or such through the almost look-through material.

Did I not just jack off? Should I not be easy and rested? But no, I very
fast became hard again. I felt Peter's eyes on my crotch, and in the same
moment as his father came out on the deck, he put his head close to mine and
whispered "Sexy!" in my ear.

I blushed hard, and could not understand why Peter's father did not mention
it. But he seemed obvious to anything else than his planning of today's
swimming. The house was standing by itself on a rather big plot with a
private beach, complete with both rocks and sand. He asked me if I was
coming with them swimming, not really caring to hear my answer. As usual he
took it as granted that everybody wanted to do exactly as he planned.

I had originally made up my mind that morning to skip the today's swimming,
and to drive to the city instead. Sitting at a caf‚ outside hotel Skagerak
in the harbor, watching the sailing boats and young girls, had been on my
mind before Peter started questioning my sexual preferences. Now that was
all blown away. Several hours on the beach looking at young boys instead was
suddenly just what I could manage, especially when Peter represented the
young boys.

Of course I said yes to the retreating back of his father.

"You want me to put on my new competition speedo?" Peter whispered in my ear
on our way inside to change. I looked confused at him. He had always used
the big baggy bathing shorts favored by young boys these days, which I
hated.

"I've been admitted to my schools swimming team, and I got my competition
speedo last week!" He grinned to me. "Do you want me to wear it?" He was
trying to force me to admit I wanted to look at him in it, as he did not
understand where he had me now!

"Yes, I would like that." I whispered back to him.

He ran up the stairs, flashing a big smile to me over his shoulder at the
same time as he drew the t-shirt over his head. The last glimpse I had of
him was his bubble butt scantly covered is a small pair of briefs as he
rounded the corner at the top of the stair.

God all mighty! This was going to be hard days if this was going to be the
norm from now on!

I went to my room and changed to a modest pair of bathing shorts that I had
bought in France last year. Nice soft material, hugging my hips and showing
off the big lump in my crotch.

Together we went down to the beach. Peter and his parents, and me behind,
completing the party. Peter was still wearing his yellow t-shirt, but he had
put his speedos on, as I could see when he lifted the hem of the t-shirt so
I could ogle his firm bum covered by the tight Lycra. The peep I got of the
speedos told me it was a real competition garment, very tight and low cut. I
got a glimpse of the top of his butt crack over the hem of the speedos
before he let the t-shirt fall down. Uppermost in my thought now was what I
could do so his parents would not notice that I was hard as a rock......

Down at the beach we put down towels and beach chairs on the sand. Peter's
father wasted no time. He cast of his bathrobe and ran down to the water,
yelling that last man in was a chicken. Peter shed his t-shirt, and before I
could really look at him in his new speedos, he ran down to the water and
threw himself in with a big splash. The speedos were pearl gray and clearly
small, that much I managed to see before he disappeared under water. Luckily
everybody was occupied with either swimming or getting out in the water, so
nobody noticed the big tent I had in front of my shorts before the cold
water enclosed me.

The water was nice. Peter was clearly teasing me, inviting to a lot of
horseplay. His swam so close past me several times that I felt his glowing
skin touching me. Once he swam through my legs while I stood at the bottom,
his bubble butt touching my crotch. Accident? I did not think so! But he was
not alone in this game. I knew a lot of tricks that gave me the opportunity
to touch his body several interesting places (God, was he hard?), before I
decided to stop it before his father got suspicious.

We went up out of the water together. My dick had at last understood the
seriousness by this, and had retreated back inside me. Or maybe it was the
cold water that did it. Now I got the opportunity to look Peter over in his
new swimwear. He was just incredible fantastic. The speedos were small, very
small. I guess the point was to reduce drag, but I wondered if it would not
cause drag, when the other boys would watch him in it....... It covered his
bum just, and in front it filled out nicely, he was clearly not only a small
boy anymore. The speedos had a darker color just where it filled out in
front, so it was almost like looking straight at his dick. Very, very nice.
I could see that his parents noticed his speedos too.

"Is that the new competition speedos you got from the school, love?" his
mother asked him. If I did not misunderstand things completely, she was
actually blushing.

He nodded.

"Is it not a trifle too small?" she asked nobody. "It scantly cowers
your...." She apparently wanted to say more, but his father's gruff voice
cut her off:

"Nah. It's all right! We're just family here, right David?" He looked at me
guessingly.

"Sure, sure." I assured him with my big innocent eyes looking everywhere
else except at the almost naked Adonis that stood in front of me.

I laid down on my towel, on the stomach so that my dick would not disclose
that I indeed was not family. Peter laid down on his towel that he had
spread on the sand beside mine. He too at his stomach.

After some time soaking up the sun, he turned his head over to me and
whispered:

"Not bad eh?"

"No. Not bad." I whispered back.

"Sexy?" he asked me.

I nodded.

"Even though I'm just a young boy?" he went on whispering.

"Yes." I answered.

"Even if I'm a son of your friends?"

"Yes. Very sexy."

"I like being sexy." He grinned. "It's ..... sexy!"

The waves washing steadily in on the shore drowned out most other sounds,
and we could talk without risking being overheard by his parents. I guess
that's why I was so free with my answers.

"Is my butt cute?" He asked me after a few minutes.

"Yes." I answered him with a sigh. Carefully I rearranged myself with my
right hand. Peter saw it and went on with his teasing.

"Do you want to touch my butt?"

"What? Are you crazy?" I hissed back at him.

"Not now. Not here you stupid!" His grin got even wider. "But do you want
to?"

"Yes!" I managed to groan back to him.

"Does this make you hard?" He looked at me as innocently as he could, not
succeeding very well.

"None of your business!" I hissed back at him.

"It makes me hard!" He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"Really?" I asked him.

He looked over to his parents. They seemed to be sleeping.

"Look." He lifted his midsection slowly up from the towel. The front of his
speedos were stretched out like a tent to accommodate a clearly very stiff
dick. He lowered his hips down again. "Are you hard? Tell me!"

"Yes, I'm hard." I whispered.

"Let me feel it!" he whispered back.

"Are you crazy?!" I seemed to repeat myself.

"Nope. You can feel mine if I can feel yours." He whispered without
blinking.

I knew that if I said yes to this I would cross a threshold, and that it
would be no way back. But I could not help it. "But what if your parents see
it?" I asked him.

"They're asleep! The will not see anything!" Come on, feel me up!" He lifted
up the hip closest to me.

My mind screamed NO NO!! But to no avail. With half an eye on his sleeping
parents, I slowly let my left hand creep over on his towel and in under his
hip. He lifted his hip a fraction more, and I showed my hand in under him. I
could feel the slippery Lycra gliding over the back of my hand when I pushed
it in under him. Suddenly I felt his hard dick against the back of my hand.
I turned it over, and his hardness was square in the middle of my hand. I
squeezed him very careful.

"Mmmm. That's nice!" He sighed

I could feel the contours of his dick. I took the tip between my thumb and
my index finger, and let it roll inside his foreskin. He sighed again.

"Wait!" He looked at his parents, but they were still asleep. Quick he
lifted his hips again, and I could him showing the hem of the speedos down
so that his dick sprang free. "Now!" he told me and lowered his hips down on
my hand again.

I had his naked dick in my hand now, and with some twisting of my hand, I
got such a hold of his dick that I could pull his foreskin down and pull it
back again. He shuddered. "Yes!"

This was crazy! I was masturbating Peter not more than 10 meters from his
parents! I think the craziness and danger made it even more arousing for me.
The fact was that it was something of the hottest I've ever done.

I went on pulling his foreskin down and up over the swollen head of his
dick. The space was very tight under him and I had not much room to maneuver
in, but the friction must have made it more intense for Peter. After only 5
minutes or so he grunted and I could feel his dick pulsing hard in my hand.
He grunted again, and suddenly my hand was filled with something warm and
wet. He had cum in my hand! I held my hand still and he very very slowly
showed his dick back and forth in my hand a couple of times. All friction
were gone now, as his dick glided in his own cum.

Then his body shivered. "Take it away, it's too much!" he whispered to me.

I withdrew my hand, glistening and wet. I could not help it, and while he
looked at me with big eyes, I started licking the hand. His cum was next to
tasteless, but he was flabbergasted!

"That's gross!" he hissed.

"No, it's not! I hissed back. "Taste it!" and showed my hand up in his face.

He grimaced first, but then he let out his tongue and licked off a big glob
of his own cum.

"Not bad actually!" He grinned to me.

But now his mother started to stir over in her chair, and after a few
seconds she was awake.

"I've been sleeping!" she could tell us. Thank God for that! "What about
you? Have you been sleeping too?" She smiled to us.

"Yeah, I think so, what about you Peter?" I asked him.

"Yes, me too!" he grinned. "It was sooo nice!"

With that his father woke up too, and the spell was broken.

But before we went into the water again, Peter whispered to me: "I owe you
one!"



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