Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2017 15:06:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Beach

The idea for this story came from a dream. Of course, the idea is all
fantasy and no truth to it but possible I suppose. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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I had first heard about it through a chat room that I visited through TOR
from time to time. I thought the idea very intriguing as well as exciting
but still, it also seemed much too outlandish to be credible. Then, one
fine evening, I was in a private chat with a guy who had actually gone
there, or so he said. He and I had been chatting and emailing for a couple
of months and had even traded some pix through one of the encrypted email
programs on the internet.

He provided a great deal of information about the place then actually gave
me a link on TOR that would provide verification. The web page was password
protected and apparently those who had the code were very niggardly about
sharing the existence of the site let alone the password.

So, imagine if you will, a beach resort very similar to and not far from
Cap d'Agda except that it was not clothing optional. Clothing simply wasn't
allowed beyond the parking area although that rule did not apply to
footwear or hat. Imagine too that said beach was restricted and no females
of any age were allowed admittance. That's right; boys only. Naked boys
only.

Imagine that its sole purpose was to allow sexual activity between men and
boys, or boys and boys, out in the open and not behind closed doors because
there were no doors, or buildings for that matter, other than a small
office for staff only. Sex wasn't required of course nor was it guaranteed,
but it was more than an option and in fact it was encouraged because that
was the purpose for its existence. That is what I found when I went to the
web site. There's more.

For openers one paid an entrance fee equal to $100.00 American, no cash,
only electronic payment of one form or another. The fee was good for that
day only no matter what time you entered the resort. It was preferred that
you purchase your entrance fee on line using bitcoin or other online
payment systems, or debit or credit cards but it could be done at the gate
at the time of arrival. A QR code could be printed or sent via text
message. The code was good for a one time visit within 30 days of
purchase. It would expire after 30 days or when it was triggered at the
gate and there were no refunds except in 2 circumstances. One was that if a
man brought a boy with him, it was understood that the boy would be
"available" and thus the man's "entrance fee" was cut in half. Any man
could bring more than 1 boy if he chose but he would not get any additional
discounts on admission.

The age limit of boys was 6 to 16 years old but proof of age wasn't
required at the low end. If a boy was obviously under that age he wouldn't
be allowed in unless there was concrete proof otherwise. If a boy appeared
to be over that age he would have to pay the entrance fee unless he had a
photo ID proving that he was under 16. Neither a boy nor a man would be
allowed in if he was physically incapacitated, had sores or scabs or
appeared to be mentally challenged.  Only outwardly appearing healthy men
and boys were allowed on the premises.

Entrance hours were from 9am to 8pm with guests required to leave by
11pm. No overnight camping. No discounts for late arrivals. There were
street type lamps placed strategically around the entire resort area to
provide a soft light to see by without it being obtrusive.

The resort was situated on 30 acres of fenced and wired private land but
only took up about 5 acres and that was fenced as well and isolated away
from all outer perimeter fence lines. At its front was a beautiful quarter
moon shaped cove that was less than 300 yards from end to end. It was
bordered on each end by 75 feet high treacherous rock outcroppings that
extended into tropical blue waters about 50 yards and then angled inward
about 100 feet. The outcroppings sort of resembled a set of pincers,
particularly from the sky, and was thus known as Pincer Cove, although that
was not official nor did the name appear on very many maps.  Between the
natural rock barriers was a sugar white beach that extended about 100 feet
from the water's edge and up a slight incline to the tree line.

An important note is the tree line for it served a variety of
purposes. First of all, there were lots of tall palms and they, along with
other high canopy trees provided some protection from the tropical sun. As
stated, there were no buildings on the property, so all activity took place
in the open where others could watch. There were plenty of men who wanted
to be with a boy but were afraid because of the legal issues so, watching
and jacking off was how they got their fix and in their minds absolved them
of any legal culpability, erroneous as that thinking was. Then again,
plenty of men were voyeuristic; they got as much pleasure from watching and
stroking as others did by actually participating.

The trees also provided some degree of privacy from airplanes, drones, and
people on boats, not that fucking your boy on the beach was prohibited
because it wasn't. You could fuck and suck on the beach if you wanted
to. Plenty of men brought their own beach umbrellas while others just put
their boy on a beach towel and did him right there.

Also at the tree line were 3 separate concrete pads just off the parking
area, each with a shower pole in the middle, each pole having 4 shower
heads. Typical of the average beach shower, the water was not heated. In
the sand at the back edge of the shower pads were some heavy wooden benches
to sit on while grooming. It was preferred that sex not take place on those
benches. There was at least a dozen other such benches throughout the park
like area for such activity and it was requested that one put a towel under
them when using a bench, for anything. Of course, visitors were welcome to
bring lawn chairs and the like and there were a few places where one might
hang a sling, if one just happened to have it in his beach bag.

There were 3 toilets rooms just off the parking area and slightly hidden
behind some bushes. They all drained into a single huge septic tank type of
cistern deep underground. Sea water was used as the flushing medium. I call
them toilet rooms but to be honest they weren't really. They were more like
stalls in a public restroom, open at the bottom and at the top although a
roof of sorts was in place to keep the elements off the inhabitants. One
might think that people would shy away from such open "shitters" but hey,
anybody who would suck cock or fuck in public wasn't too worried about
someone hearing their elimination noises or picking up their elimination
scents.

Pissing was a different story altogether. It was requested that males
didn't just piss anywhere or use the toilets for pissing. It ruined foliage
and generally was a little unsavory and nobody wanted to sit on a pissy
toilet seat. So, there were various spots around the area that sufficed as
urinals. Squares about the size of your average desk top were dug down 6
inches into the ground then filled with, you should pardon the expression,
pea gravel to allow for drainage and prevent ponding. Most guys in such a
situation didn't suffer from piss anxiety so privacy wasn't an issue and it
wasn't uncommon to see multiple naked strangers pissing side by side, a
little fetish that most visitors enjoyed actually.

Now, for those that wanted to engage in watersports, there were a couple of
sandbox areas about the size of a king sized bed where they could piss on
or get pissed on to their hearts content. It was sort of amazing how many
boys were willing to engage in or actually enjoyed watersports.

What wasn't allowed were BDSM toys or acts, scat or any of the other
"philia's" other than urophilia, no drugs or alcohol were allowed on the
property and it was preferred that visitors not be intoxicated on
arrival. Guns were not allowed outside of one's car and it was preferred
that guns not be on the property period. Photography of any kind was not
allowed and neither were cell phones.

No open fires were allowed but there were a half dozen recreational
charcoal grills around the area, the kind you find in parks. Basically,
they were simple steel boxes on steel poles with hinged steel steel grates
for cooking on. The poles they were mounted on were surrounded by sand in a
6 foot circumference from the base of the pole to prevent fire if charcoal
somehow got loose. There were over 50 trash cans placed around the area. It
goes without saying that it was required that one pick up after one's self.

 So, how were the rules monitored and thus enforced? Aside from a few
people that were part of the organization, customers also known as visitors
were employed. If they were frequent visitors and had proven themselves to
be responsible and had no obvious unsavory habits, they might apply to do a
4 hour shift for $50 off the entrance fee. One couldn't bring a boy and
offer to do security however. No multiple discounts allowed. They typically
wore a hot pink billed cap and hot pink flip flops. People were generally
pretty law abiding and picked up after themselves so it was a pretty cush
job, in fact one could actually engage a little with a boy and still be
working as long as they didn't stay in one place for more than 15
minutes. If other rules were being broken a quick walkie talkie call could
summon a professional bouncer.

The resort recruited boys in a variety of ways. As stated a guest could
bring a boy with him and that boy was expected to be available to other
guests be it boy or man.. The owners of the resort had access to plenty of
boys from surrounding cities and of course local boys were aware of the
resort and were aware of a specific set of directions on how to make
themselves available if they desired. In some cases, staff would transport
4 or 5 boys from other cities or areas. Boys were usually limited to age 12
on up. Tipping a boy was encouraged and the resort had a rather ingenious
way of accomplishing that, but tipping was cash only and paper money was
preferred.

Tipping was done primarily only to boys that had come on their own accord
and not as a guest. When a boy signed up on any given day he was assigned a
payment box number and his index fingerprint was linked to that box. The
fingerprints linked to the boxes were automatically erased from the
computer at 1am each day. The box number was on the door and also put
somewhere on a boys' body with waterproof marker so he wouldn't forget it.

The payment boxes were similar to the ones used at large parking lots where
you put your money into a slotted door on the corresponding numbered
box. The dozens of boxes, welded together, were attached as a unit on a
metal frame. When a boy was ready to leave the resort, he used the
fingerprint reader where the boxes were located, and the door to his box
popped open. He retrieved whatever money might be in there and went on his
merry way, richer for his days activity. Tips were recommended at $5.00 per
encounter and of course a man could have as many encounters as he wished
provided that a boy was willing. It was the boys' decision always.

So, how did one get a boy? Well, you could ask a boy if he would favor you
with his presence or a boy could ask you. Should you stop to watch any
pairing or grouping of participants that were already engaged in activity,
you might be invited to join. It wasn't unusual to find a pair or even a
group of boys that were playing with each other with no adult present. They
might invite you to join them. In order to avoid hurt feelings and possible
problems, the boys were instructed that if they elected to refuse it would
be done politely. They were provided with a variety of ways to respond all
of which treated the guest with dignity and respect.

On the website were galleries of images. No images could be downloaded. One
gallery was simply images of various places at the resort and had no people
in them. Another contained images of people, men and boys, frolicking in
the water, on the beach or even at the showers. A third gallery showed a
half dozen images of people engaged in sex but didn't show much, a bit of
enticement to visit the fourth gallery.

That gallery required a $10 payment to gain access and that was where the
good stuff was. There were dozens of images that showed everything under
the sun from hugging and kissing to actual cocks shoved up a boys' ass or
down his throat. Other images showed the roles reversed and the man getting
fucked by a young boy, sometimes a teenage boy. There were plenty of
close-ups in full color, a boy on his back, man deep inside of him and the
mans' balls pressed against the boys' crotch. Maybe the man was on his
back, the boy straddling him impaled by his adult lovers boner. There
weren't many face shots but there was usually had sperm splattered on
them. But there were plenty of genitalia in action. There were also a half
dozen video clips that showed pretty much everything and I had jacked off
to them more than a few times in the course of a day. I could go on but
why. I was determined that I was going to take a trip to Boy Beach.

At 27 years old I had never been with a boy, at least not as an adult. As a
boy I'd played with plenty of other boys but by the end of high school
those days were gone. I dreamed of being with a boy. Mostly I dreamed of
young teen boys, boys in the early stages of puberty, sperming
boys. Sometimes I would get a hankering for a preteen boy, a smooth
hairless boy with a cute little cocklet. Holding and cuddling with a young
boy, fucking a young boy got me hard as stone.

I had a decent little savings account thanks to a grandmother who treated
me like royalty. In her will she left me a nice little nest egg that wasn't
huge but was enough to fund a trip to Europe and Boy Beach without making
too much of a dent in it. So it was that in June I embarked on a 2 week
trip to the continent. I didn't plan on spending the entire time at Boy
Beach but I would manage at least 3 days there during my trip.

Prior to leaving I spent a solid month getting as much sun as I could and
upping my already 5 days a week gym routine to more finely tune an already
nicely toned and defined body. Not a bulked hunk by any means but certainly
way above average. I had my dark blond hair trimmed and what little excess
body hair I had, waxed. Jesus, I hated that. In my hotel the night before
my first visit to the resort I did a sharp critique in a full-length
mirror. At 6'1 and a buck seventy, I figured I'd be able to attract a
partner or two.

Among other things I'd been told I should be modeling, I'd always been told
that my blue grey eyes were intriguing, were beautiful. Plenty of girls and
guys said that I had amazing lips and teeth, terrific cheek bones and a
very cute butt, a butt to die for. I never had any complaints about my cock
either. At just under 8 inches hard, it had a decent girth and I was still
intact, which thrilled the few guys I'd been with. My balls were large
enough and had a pretty good hang to them. I kept my balls and my asshole
smooth and my dark blond fuzz shaved down to a patch about the size of a
14-year old boy that was restricted to the base of my cock. As I looked in
the mirror I thought, I would definitely fuck that guy.

I checked into my hotel which was about 15 minutes from the resort. I'd
already paid for my first day entrance fee and gotten my QR code on my
phone. The next day opened clear and sunny, as advertised, and I showed up
at Boy Beach at 10:30am and was passed through the gate, the attendant
welcoming me and giving me the code word for the gate at the trail
head. There were already a dozen cars in the parking lot and only one other
person that I could see and he had just gone through the gate to the trail
head that led over the rock outcropping at that end of the resort. I got
out and began to strip off my clothes as another car pulled in and parked
just down from me. As I put my clothes in the trunk a middle aged man and a
boy maybe 10 or so got out of the car, the boy waving and smiling at me and
I waved back. A cute young thing with blonde hair the boy was already naked
and I could see that he was rock hard.

"Nice cock mister," he called out to me in accented English.

"You too," I said with a smile and he said thanks.

I took out my canvas beach bag that contained a bottle of lube, a thermos
of ice and water, another large bottle of water among other things. I
draped my beach towel over my shoulder then headed out. At the gate I
punched in the numbers for the word duck on the electronic key pad and was
through, chuckling at the sign that read "No Clothing Allowed Beyond This
Point" in at least 4 languages along with the universal sign of a red
circle with a diagonal slash through it, a person with clothes on in the
middle of the circle. Next to it was a red circle with no cross and the man
was naked. Point taken.

The hard packed dirt path up over the rock hill was wide enough for at
least 3 people to walk side by side. I passed signs that had the ubiquitous
red circle and slash line. One had a guy on his knees giving a blow job,
another with 2 people obviously fucking. I should note that these rules
were listed on the web site as well.  I crested the top, walked the 20 feet
across it, then started down the trail to the beach. The view was nothing
short of astounding, much more impressive than what was on the website. I
could see a number of people on the beach, what looked like some teenage
boys kicking a soccer ball around, some adults and boys in the water. There
were a few people on towels that were engaged with partner's; one set that
seemed to be in a side by side 69 and another with a guy on his back and a
boy sitting on his lap, presumably impaled.

From that height I could easily see the showers, the toilets in their low
bush barricade, and the small prefab building that sufficed as the staff
office where I could see a man and a teenage boy engaged in
conversation. When I reached the bottom both man and boy approached me,
both with smiles on their faces. The man looked to be mid 40's, around my
height with black hair greying at the temples. His body wasn't anything
spectacular, nor was his cock. The boy on the other hand was a different
story.

He looked to be 13 years old, about 5'5 and slender, and was cute as all
get out. His face was smooth and framed by a thick mane of black
hair. Parted just off center above the right eye and sort of brushed back
on the sides, it allowed half of his small ears to show but would cover
them if let to simply hang. The back was even longer and would have easily
curled over the collar of a t-shirt. Overall, it was reminiscent of a young
teenage Scot Baio.

The boys' body was nicely formed and tanned, well creased in all the right
places, his flat belly creating a perfect classic V that culminated in all
that made him a boy. His cock looked to be average or a little above
average, hanging about 5 inches long and of course he was uncut and his
balls hung perfectly below that, medium sized eggs in a totally smooth
sac. He had a tidy patch of hair at the base of his boyhood pride and joy
but it wasn't grown in much so one could easily see skin through the black
curls.  There was a smattering of light colored hair on his arms and legs
that was almost difficult to see because of his tan. Clearly the boy spent
plenty of naked time in the sun. His eyes of course lingered on my crotch
for a moment longer.

"Welcome to Pincer Cove, also known as Boy Beach," the man said in a bass
voice, "My name is Henri, this is my boy Acelin. And your name?"

"Tal," I said extending my hand for a relaxed shake.

"Your first visit Tal," Henri asked and I nodded my head. "Again,
welcome. Perhaps you would allow Acelin to give you a tour, and help get
you started."

"I would be honored to have Acelin guide me," I said, meaning every word of
it. I could feel my belly start to tingle and my cock start to rise at the
notion of the little hottie getting me started, with anything.

"Come on then Tal," the boy said eagerly and took my hand and led me
off. As we walked, Ace pointed out various things. As we walked on the sand
we came upon a man what was rimming his boy and was just pulling his face
from the boys' ass. He got to his knees, quickly slathered his cock with
lube and move close to mount his young lover. The boy looked to be 9 years
old, perhaps younger, a blonde haired little cutie. The man was middle aged
at least, had a bit of a pot belly, and was slightly hairy. His cock was
average. We stopped a few feet away and watched as his cock touched the
boys' asshole and slipped inside of him causing the boy to yelp. The boy
saw us and waved, smiled and said hello to Ace, his voice a melodic high
pitch.

"Hey Miguel. Is this your first fucking today," Ace asked and the little
boy nodded his head. The man glanced at us, noticed my cock which was on
the rise and nodded his head.

"Wouldn't mind watching you fuck him," the guy said in what might have an
Italian or Spanish kind of accent as he nodded at Acelin. He then put the
boys' feet against his own hips and began to insert his hard cock all the
way into the boys' asshole.

Acelin clenched my had a little tighter and when I glanced over him I could
see from the corner of my eye that he was getting a boner watching the
show. So was I. The man began fucking the boy hard right from the start
causing the boy to move on the beach towel every time the guy bottomed out
inside of him.

"Oh yes, oh yes," the boy cried out, "Fuck me hard, fuck my boy ass
hard. Make me cum." The dialog would have seemed funny, canned even, if I
hadn't seen the kid's face and body when he said. He wasn't playin; He
meant it. Acelin started walking again and when I looked down his cock was
looking up at me, and what a sight to behold, while mine was sticking out
in front, leading the way.

"Would you like to have him watch you fuck me Tal," the boy asked as we
walked. I had to stop and look at him.

"I haven't been invited to fuck you Acelin," I said.

"You can call me Ace. I'd like you to fuck me. After I suck your cock of
course." The had huge grin on his smooth face.

"Of course. But I would insist on sucking your cock too. But on the other
issue, I'd would love to fuck you Ace."

"Well that's settled," he and we started walking again. We came alongside 4
teenage boys knocking a soccer ball between them. They looked like they
ranged from 12 to 14 based on cock size, body hair and height. All slender,
all cute, all with tight butts they appeared to be having fun. One, a lanky
blonde with hair falling in his eyes came over to use.

"What's up Ace," he asked and of course he couldn't miss our hard cocks so
corrected himself. "I can see what's up. Are you gonna get that thing up
your ass, his head at my cock and he got an affirmative from the boy who
was still holding my hand. "Wouldn't mind being part of that, or having a
solo run," the lanky blonde said with a grin. His cock seemed just about
average for his height and age and If I had to guess, he shaved his pubic
hair.

Ace wrapped his arm through mine and held on. "Not the first go around but
maybe the second," he said with a smile. Then to me he said, "You want to
play with Bruno and me together sometime Tal?"

"I don't have a problem with that," I responded, "but not on the first go
around," I added and that got some laughs The kid then extended his hand,
introduced himself and I did the same. He said he'd catch us on the
rebound. The other 3 boys had come around, the youngest completely bald
from the neck down. He said he'd like to have a go at me too and got head
nods from the other two boys, both seeming to be equal to Ace in age and
development.

"Come find me in an hour or so," Ace said and took my hand again and off we
walked as another middle aged man approached.

"Great ass too," Bruno called out from behind us. I heard the man ask if
anybody wanted to play and I heard 2 positive responses to that. We walked
up to the tree line and under the canopy of green. It was quite nice,
mostly grassy, the picnic tables and grills scattered thoughtfully
throughout the park like area. There were also couples as well as other
combinations of people scattered about, all actively engaged.

We came across a small group and stopped for a moment. Two men were working
on a boy maybe 14 years old. On his back, one guy was driving 8 inches of
rock hard cock in the boys' asshole while another was at the other end
pushing his equally large and hard cock into the boys' mouth. The boy was
moaning loudly, one hand on the man's balls fondling the eggs while other
was working his own stone hard cock. Two other men were watching, stroking
their cocks, while a third bystander had his boy backed up against him. The
man had one arm around the boys' chest while the other hand was playing
with the boys' raging cock while they watched the show. The boy was maybe 9
or 10, I didn't know.

"The boy that's getting fucked is named Trinity," Ace whispered. "He loves
sex more than any boy I know and he always is with at least 2 men, often
more. He gets like a hundred dollars a day in tips. I've seen him with 4
men at one time and every one of them fucked him."

Further on we came across a man, probably in his late 30's or early 40's,
on his back with his legs spread and a boy around 14 or 15 years old
fucking him. Another boy, a little boy, was squatted over the man's face
and the guy was licking and slurping the boys' asshole as if it were his
last meal.

"I hate fucking your sloppy hole you fucking slut bitch, it's a waste of my
cock and my sperm," the teenage boy said loudly as he pounded the man's
hairy asshole. "Jacking off would more exciting to me than fucking you."
The man groaned and reached for his cock, not a very big one at all, but
the boy slapped his hand away.

"Don't you dare touch your pathetic cock until I tell you to dickhead," the
boy said. The teenager looked at us and winked then looked at my dick and
smiled then mouthed the words, "FUUUCK, me next." Then grinned. He pushed
the man's legs way back and started fucking him even harder causing the man
to groan and eat his little boys' asshole with even more energy. As we
walked away Ace told me that the guy getting fucked liked it when a boy
dominated him like that.

"I heard that he comes here almost every weekend and most of the time it's
Mitchell that fucks him. He likes playing that role too and it is a
role. Mitchy is one of the nicest boys I know."

A little further on we passed a man fucking another little boy that
couldn't be older than 8, I was sure. Another man watched and jacked
off. "Cason is the boy," Ace said, "and that's his dad watching. He loves
watching men fuck his little boy, and the little boy loves it too. He might
want you give Cason a try some time, if you don't mind little boys. What
kind of boy do you like Tal; I mean, what is your preference?"

"Boys like you Ace. Boys your age and development are the most perfect as
far as I'm concerned."

"I guess I'm lucky then huh?" I told him I thought that I was the lucky one
to be with such a fine boy. We stopped and he said this was as good a place
as any so I set my bag down and lay my towel out.

"Have you been with many boys Tal," Acelin asked me as we got down onto the
towel. I shook my head.

"I haven't been with a boy since I was like, 15 or so," I told him. He
grinned and said he'd be gentle with me. Ace reached down and took hold of
my cock and gently stroked me.

"Is there anything you'd like to do, I mean other than fucking and
sucking," Ace asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "How about if I take the
lead; would that be okay?" I nodded my head and he asked if there was
anything I didn't want to do and I said I couldn't think of anything. That
said he moved in to and gently kissed me on the mouth, backed away and did
it again.

"Do you like kissing," he asked, and I nodded my head. A moment later we
were mouth to mouth, each with our hands working over the other's back,
head and butt, tongues smacking against each other. All of it was
accompanied by soft moans.

Ace was the one that broke it off, gently pulling back from me. "I really
got your cock in my mouth Tal," he said in a husky voice. I rolled onto my
back and the hot young teen moved down my towel until he got to my dick,
draped himself over my waist, then lowered his head to it. I felt the
warmth of his mouth and my body went rigid for just a second before I
relaxed into it. Fuck, I was getting my cock sucked by a beautiful teenage
boy. I knew that I'd have to work and keeping my squirting in check.

We some unspoken directive we maneuvered into a side by side 69, each place
the foot of our top leg flat on the ground. It gave each full access to the
desired plumbing by hand as well as mouth. Ace went for my cock with wild a
vengeance. You'd a thought he hadn't had a cock in his mouth for days. I
went after Ace with as much enthusiasm as the boy showed me. He had a to
die for body, the kind I dreamed about and jacked of cold winter nights and
here I was in tropical weather having my way with my dream.

We both had a hand on the other's butt, kneading the flesh and encouraging
its owner to thrust his boner forward into a warm mouth. I drew the
fragrance of growing boy, that mixture of sweat, balls, and ass that had
the potential to drive me crazy. It wasn't' strong at but just enough to
help keep my heart racing. I wanted to get at Acelin's hole, I wanted to
worship the core of him, to let my tongue roam over the wrinkled muscle.

"Move above me Ace," I said after letting his cock plop out of my
mouth. The boy did as I asked and in moment was looking at the 8th wonder
of the world, a boy's hairless puckered hole and his hanging balls. I
gently pulled his ass backwards and the next moment my tongue was exploring
his core.

"Christ that's hot," I heard someone whisper from beside me. I didn't
bother to look because I didn't care; my focus needed to be on Acelin. I
wanted to get the boy up into a fog of hotness and part of the beauty of it
was fucking him was a given. He'd already decided that. I pushed at the
muscle, licked at the muscles, let my tongue explore the tiny hills and
valley's that made up a sphincter muscle.

"That's the man from the parking lot," I heard a high-pitched voice say. I
elected to turn my head to see the youngster standing there with the man
I'd seen him arrive with. Fondling his still raging hard boner, the boy
smiled and waved so I winked at him and that earned me a giggle. As I
turned my attention back to Ace my peripheral vision caught a couple of men
standing and watching, both stroking their cocks.

Acelin had continue to suck my cock and play with my balls but he was also
moaning softly as I rimmed him. When I moved down onto the sensitive
underside of his balls I got a loud groan. I felt him take my cock from his
mouth then rub his smooth face against the still flesh, still moaning
softly.

"Hot little fucker isn't he," someone else whispered.

Ace finally spoke. "I'm ready for fingers Tal," he said. I pulled my face
from his ass, not wanting to come away from him, and spied the kid and his
dad still standing there watching.

"You want to help," I said to him

"Can I daddy," he asked looking up at his father, who nodded his
head. "Okay, what can I do?" I loved his high-pitched voice.

"In that bag is a bottle of lube," I told him. He turned and bent over to
look in my beach bad and in the process gave all of us a view of his tight
little rosebud. He got the bottle then came next to me so I directed him to
kneel, and once there told him to put some lube on his finger and smear it
all over Ace's hole, which he did.

"Would you like to finger fuck him," I asked, and the little boy nodded his
head quite vigorously. I gave him the go ahead and he gently slipped his
index finger up Ace's hole causing Ace to groan softly before going back to
work on my cock. I was looking right at the youngling's cock and balls, his
raging boner literally throbbing with each beat of his little heart. He
looked to be 4½ inches or so, uncut of course, the very tip of his boner
bright red. His balls had not yet dropped but in the tropical heat weren't
a crinkled little bag held close to his body either.

"What is your name," I asked him.

"Kion," he replied, as in neon.

 "Do you mind if a play with you Kion?" He giggled and shook his head.

"Of course not silly that's why we're here." I reached up and took hold of
his cock and stroked it, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the head
and the boy sighed with contentment.

"Use 2 fingers Kion," Ace said and it made me wonder if the two boys knew
each other. I continued to fondle both sets of balls or stroke Kion's
diamond hard young cock, loving the feel of the satiny skin warm in my
fingers. I watched Kion gently pull his finger out of Ace then just as
gently slip two fingers in. At the other end, Ace was working my cock with
even more energy than he had before. I could hear his breathing change out
a little too and wondered if maybe I should add a finger to the mix.

I took my hand from Kion's cock moved it around to fondle the boys' tender
butt cheek. I couldn't believe how small it was, how pliable it was, and
how nicely it fit in one hand. As I fondled him my fingers tapped at his
crack and I wondered very briefly about slipping inside and exploring his
puckered hole.

"That feels good," he whispered as I felt around. I took a moment to look
Kion over and was very pleased at what I saw. His hair was almost white
blond but had streaks and strands that were more sandy colored shot
throughout. It was basically straight but flipped out at the ends and the
back. It was on the long side, would have covered his tiny ear lobes if it
weren't for slight slip. It wasn't parted per se but just above his left
eye started moving toward the right side.

Kion had a perfect face, totally smooth with not a single mark or blemish
of any kind. Large hazel green eyes perched above a small nose which in
turned led down to set of perfect, kissing lips. I had never been attracted
to preteen boys although 12 years old came across my radar. Kion was maybe
9 year old but so damned adorable, and naked and hard that I began to
revise my thinking and wondered if sex with the boy was going to be an
option.

"Can you put your fingers in me Tal," Ace asked. "I need something bigger
before you put your cock in me." Kion gently pulled his fingers out of
Acelin's ass, checked them over for residue of course, and I slipped 2
fingers inside the kid causing him to groan louder and suck my cock harder.

Kion started to move but I stopped him. "Maybe I could suck on your boner
Kion." The little boy grinned and moved in close then draped his body over
my face while guiding his hard little cocklet to my mouth. Once there I
closed down on it and began to suckle. It was strange having a cock that
small in my mouth, not that I was complaining because I wasn't. It was just
different, that's all. It just fit so nicely, although Ace's cock did as
well. Kion gently undulated his hips and he fucked my mouth. It didn't take
long before Acelin said that he thought it was time to get my cock in his
ass.

Kion backed away and Ace sat up. "Maybe you could lube up Tal's cock for us
Kion," my boy suggested. The youngling got the lube, poured it on my cock
then massaged it up and down the shaft.

"Gosh what a beautiful cock," he said and various soft mumbles around us
agreed. "I wonder if it can fit in my butt."

"I'm sure it will Kion, in fact I think you should try it. After me of
course," Ace added with a giggle and then a groan as a wave of feeling shot
through body.

"How do you want to do this Ace," I asked as soon as Kion backed away.

"I think for now I'll sit on you, we can change after a minute or so," the
boy replied. That said Acelin sat up then moved down my body until he was
straddling my cock. He reached behind him and took hold of me and held my
cock upright. Kion had back toward my head so that he could watch the
action.

From the corner of my eye I could see 3 or 4 people standing by, watching
the show. I chose not to actually look around. I wanted to focus on Ace, to
give the boy my full attention, which he deserved.

Ace reached back behind himself and took hold of my cock and lowered his
body toward it. I felt my flesh touch his then the pressure as he let his
weight down but did so gently. I had no idea of the boys' previous
experience but that notwithstanding my cock was a formidable
weapon. Everything seemed to go quiet as if the crowd were afraid that any
noise would spoil the moment. Ace pushed but his hole was being
resistant. He wiggled my cock around ever so slightly as if the two
movements would create the much anticipated action. It worked. The muscle
gave up the fight and I slipped inside.

The entry was greeted by a light applause, the kind of polite applause that
you might hear at a golf tournament.

"Wow," Ace muttered, not quite under his breath but almost. He stopped
movement of course and leaned forward a little bit. I reached up rubbed his
back, just wanting to let him know I was there. Then Kion did the same,
rubbing Ace's shoulder. I thought that was pretty cute. It took a moment or
three for the boy to adjust before he sat back fully upright then began to
move.

I watched, mesmerized at the sight of my cock disappearing inside of a
boy. It had been some time since I'd seen that and honestly, it brought
back some memories.

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