Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2005 13:58:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chat Room Boy (9)

   Bret and I cuddled, as we recovered from the intense fuck, spooned
together on the seat, as the boat rocked gently on the passing
wakes. Eventually, we huddled together in the driver seat, and fired up the
boat, heading across the wide expanse of shimmering water toward the
Eastern shore. Before long, we were approaching Sand Harbor, and I slowed
the boat, and let it settle, as we idled parallel to the pretty beach
area. There were a lot of people enjoying the pleasant day, sunning on the
beach, and braving the chilly water. Bret and I spread towels over our
nakedness, and putted along, checking out the people.

  We reached the boat ramp area, and I steered further out, avoiding the
busy traffic of the ramp area. Once we were a ways out, I dropped my hand
into Bret's lap, and rolled back the towel that covered his cute boy stuff,
exposing his soft cock, and well exercised balls. I gripped the smooth tool
in my fingers, and stroked it gently, as he settled back against the seat,
and spread his smooth legs. I watched, as his cock began to swell in my
fingers, rising to the occasion, as only teen boys can do. In no time, he
was once again fully erect, and pulsing, as I stroked him with a slow, and
steady rhythm. "Oh man, Kelly, that feels so awesome!" he muttered, and I
chuckled, once again amazed at his ability to so rapidly reload. "Glad you
like it, Baby boy, cause I could do it forever...touch you...and...get you
off...no way I'll ever get enough of you, and your sexy body." He grinned,
and gave a small hump of his hips, driving his pretty cock against my
stroking hand, and replied, "Cool, cause I can't get enough of you doing
it, either."

   We putted along that way for a bit, Bret kicked back, fully exposed, as
I continued to play with his steely hard cock, and fondle his sweet
nuggets. I glanced around, and realized that we were directly off Secret
Cove, the nude beach where some of my buds hung out, and I leaned over to
Bret, and licked the creamy skin of his shoulder. I passed my thumb across
the leaking head of his cock, causing him to moan softly, and said, "Hey,
Secret Cove...you want to swim in, and check it out?" He sat up straight,
and looked toward the beach, noting several guys in attendance, both
clothed, and naked. He turned his dark eyes to me, his heavy eyebrow rising
in question, and said, "You serious?" I smiled, and gave his satin smooth
cock head another slow swipe, and replied, "Up to you, Buddy boy, I've been
there before." He looked over to the beach again, and I angled the boat a
bit closer to shore, cautiously steering through the many large rocks that
broke the surface at the mouth of the Cove. Daring in as far as I could, I
killed the engine, and dropped the anchor over the side. The hook caught on
the bottom, and the boat jerked to a stop, now dead in the water. Bret was
still scanning the beach, and I noticed a guy on the sand raise his arm,
and wave to us. Turning my attention toward him, I recognized a very naked
Randy, who lived at my condo enclave, and had shared the spa with Bret and
me the day before. "Randy," I told Bret, "Our spa mate." He smiled, and
sheepishly replied, "Yea, I remember." That figured, Randy was indeed
memorable, when one observed him up close in the fully packed Speedos that
he favored. Bret, it seemed, had come away from the brief encounter duly
impressed, as well.

   Randy was still waving, and drawing the attention of the beach boys
toward Bret and I, and I stood, boldly naked, and waved back at him. He
began hooking his arm widely, indicating that we should come ashore, so I
turned to the slightly flushed Bret, and asked, "The guys want us to come
ashore....what do you think, Baby boy? He blushed a brighter pink, and
glanced down at his cock, that currently was protruding pretty much due
North off his small pubic patch. I chuckled, and said, "If that pretty
hardon has you worried, I could happily take care of it for you, or,
believe me, the cold water will have it wilted before we get to the beach."
He giggled, and replied, "Jeez....that's a really hard choice to make!" I
reached out, and ruffled his soft hair, and asked again, "So, yes, or
no...your call...the boys will be all atwitter over you, for sure....we
don't get many pretty young boys like you at the cove." He blushed again,
and stammered, and I guessed that he really wanted to go ashore, but was
feeling shy about the open, group nudity, and no doubt had concern about
getting hard again, once we were on the beach. I toyed with his hair some
more, and told him, "No pressure, either way, Dude....we can split....or
swim on in for a while...give the perv's a treat." He giggled nervously,
and looked ashore again, and smiled, when he focused on Randy, and his
thick cock, swinging between his legs as he continued to signal us
ashore. "Ok, yea, cool....let's go check it out." He croaked, and stood up
beside me, his teen cock bouncing sweetly. "Ok, then, so it's the cold
water deflate, rather than my ever so talented mouth, eh, well, I'll try
not feel insulted." He giggled, and punched my shoulder, saying, "Only this
time...you know I'll be all hard again, when we come back." I laughed, and
had to concede his very valid point.

   I turned back toward the beach, and signaled Randy, and the small crowd
of naked guys that had gathered around him, that Bret and I were coming
in. He lifted his arm and gave me the circled thumb and finger sign,
smiling broadly. Bret and I stepped off the stern, and onto the wooden swim
platform, then, slowly settled into the cold water. He shuddered, then
grinned at me, and said, "Yikes...so much for the hardon!" I nodded,
returning his smile, and we began stroking toward shore. When I saw the
bottom, I stopped, and stood, in water just over waist deep, and waited for
Bret to catch up. He glided in next to me, and stood, his treasures just
concealed beneath the water line, as it lapped against his smooth tummy. We
looked toward the beach, and I smiled at the practically drooling assembly
of guys on the beach, their lust for a look at this naked cutie beside me
apparent on their eager faces. I chuckled, thinking, of course, not all gay
guys are boy lovers, but, who wouldn't be eager for an up close and
personal opportunity to view a naked fourteen year old?

  I put an arm across Bret's shoulders, and gave him a small hug, and
asked, "You ready for this Champ....these guys really are a cool
bunch....in spite of the fact they are all but drooling to see you." He
giggled nervously, and nodded his head, then answered,
"Yea....jeez...well...I never been all naked with anybody but you...so,
yea....lets go for it." I nodded, and dropped my hand down to his creamy
little butt, and gave one smooth globe a squeeze, and nudged him
forward. We advanced toward the beach, each step taking us into shallower
water, and revealing more of our bodies, until we stood "feet dry" in front
of the small group of equally naked men. I glanced down at Bret's cock, and
smiled, seeing it small, and shriveled, from the near freezing water. Even
shrunken, it looked cute, and delicious, nestled against his plump ball
sac. I checked out the boys, and chuckled, as I noted every one of them had
their stare fixated on Bret's withered boy parts, and further noted that
what they were seeing was having just the opposite effect on their own
equipment.

   Randy was the first to recover, as he stepped close to Bret, and said,
"Hey, cutie, good to see you, again." Bret smiled, and raised his hand to
meet Randy's offer of a high-five, and I saw his eyes flicker quickly
downward, as he scoped out Randy's impressive meat. "Hey, Randy." Chirped
Bret, as he again looked down, and added, coyly, "Its
cool....um...seeing...you, too." I chuckled, and stepped in, introducing
each of the boys to Bret, as a small circle was formed, and Bret swung his
eyes from one to the other, checking out more exposed male instruments than
he had ever seen, at one time, or collectively. His little nail seemed to
recover nicely, as it thickened, and unfurled, to a very nice tumescent
state, much to the delight of the assembled crowd. Randy once again broke
the slightly awkward moment that ensued, declaring brightly, "So, who is up
for a beer, or whatever?" There was a chorus of muttered replies, and the
group eased up on visually swallowing Bret, and broke up, settling onto
towels, or beach chairs, as Randy distributed cold drinks. He extended a
beer toward Bret, who glanced at me with a questioning look, and I
shrugged, thinking that imbibing a beer or two would probably be about the
tamest thing he would experience today.

  We hung out that way for a while, sitting around sipping our beers, and
chatting. The guys really were pretty cool, and included Bret into the
group as though he had always been there, all of them making an effort to
bring him into the conversation. He visibly relaxed, and seemed to forget
about his sweetly displayed half-hardon, and happily joined in on the idle
chatter. At one point, Randy stood to retrieve the ice chest, and splayed
his arms above his head, and stretched dramatically, his thick slab of
man-meat swinging nastily between his spread legs, and I saw Bret's gaze
lock onto it, as his eyes widened, causing his thick eyebrows to arch. I
chuckled softly, remembering my own first look at that club, and wondered
what was running through the boys mind at that moment, although I figured I
had a fair idea.

   Some of the boys wandered off to toss a Frisbee around on the sand, and
this little bit of sport was definitely not lost on the fair Bret, either,
as his wide eyes closely followed the action, and the swinging cocks and
balls. It really is an experience, for those that have never tried nude
beaches, seeing naked hunks going through the gyrations of a sport, with
every body part, and reaction, fully on display. As I looked around, I
noted another couple, guys that I had frequently seen together at the Cove,
but had only a passing relationship with, were stretched out on a blanket,
sunning their smooth, and very sexy, bodies. As I watched, one of them,
James, I think, rose up on is knees, and began applying suntan lotion to
his friend's smooth back. He worked the shoulders, and upper back, then
shifted, and moved to straddle his buddy's legs, as he poured lotion over
the lower back, and began rubbing it in with his palms. He worked lower,
and added more lotion, pouring a stream of the creamy oil onto his partners
very firm ass cheeks. I nudged Bret, and nodded toward the two, and he
looked, his eyes once again going wide. The applicator rubbed his hands
over his friend's cute butt, each hand kneading one side of the bubble
butt, and occasionally slid a slippery finger into the deep cleft that
separated the lush globes. He moved lower then, his fingers stroking the
backs of the guy's legs, and the inside of his thighs, as the "rubee"
parted his legs wider, and lifted his center slightly. The oiler applied
some lotion to his palms, and rubbed them together, then, reached between
his bud's legs, and captured the loose ball sac that hung there. His friend
groaned into his folded arms, and lifted his middle more, giving full
access to his heavy balls, as his buddy worked them gently with his slick
palm. I looked at Bret, and smiled, at his awed expression, and his gaping
jaw. His cock was completely erect, and pulsed against his groin, as he
stared at the unfolding tableau before him.

   The guy continued his lotion application, finally moving on from his
friend's balls, and worked the backs of his legs, and feet. Finished, he
lightly slapped his friend's very cute ass, and, on cue, the guy rolled
over onto his back. His darkly tanned body was nothing short of incredible,
totally gym-buffed, and toned, with a firm six-pac lining across his smooth
abdomen, and heavily defined pec's, dotted by large nipples. His cock was
breathtaking, rock hard, and thick as large cucumber, heavily veined, and
lay throbbing against his groin. His partner smiled, and again straddled
his legs, as he poured lotion over the muscled chest, and began moving his
palms in small circles over the supple flesh. He fingered the large
nipples, and the guy's incredible cock twitched visibly, as his friend
worked lower, onto the flat of his tanned tummy. Bret released a small
moan, as the guy moved below the throbbing slab of meat, and gently cupped
the bulging scrotum in his hand, tugging, and gently rolling, the swollen
balls inside. He massaged the ball sac a while, then, slid his hand up, and
closed his slippery fist around that thick cock, working it up and down, as
his buddy dropped an arm over his eyes, and let out a deep groan of
pleasure.

   I shifted slightly, and reached into Bret's lap, capturing his granite
hard shaft in my hand, and began rubbing it in sync with the other guy's
movements on his friend. Bret emitted another moan, his hungry gaze fixed
on the two studs, and each of us worked our boys, coaxing them toward the
inevitable. Randy's head swiveled as if on bearings, as he eagerly pivoted
between watching me jacking Bret's pretty cock, and the other guy bringing
his friend ever closer, and his own very impressive cock jutted rock hard
off his shaved groin, looking like a scaled down billy-club. Bret groaned
again, and began slowly flexing his slim hips, matching my rhythm, as I
stroked his now drooling boyhood. I watched the two guys closely, trying to
match the guys pace, and sped up a bit, as I saw the guys big cock begin to
twitch, and his huge balls shift inside the plump sac. In a matter of a few
minutes, Bret was chanting a quiet cadence of rapid groans, and the other
guy flexed his ass, lifting it against his friend's grip, that now was all
but flying up and down the rock hard erection. He groaned loudly, and it
quickly became one long wailing sound, as his cock jumped, and erupted,
sending rapid jets of his thick, white streams of cum arching into the air,
before spraying over his heaving chest in long ribbons. Bret yelped, a
deep, guttural sound, and I felt his sweet cock jerk, and pulse, in my
rapidly stroking grip, and it too exploded, shooting his sweet nectar
straight up, and then back, to paint over his own smooth tummy, and chest,
mere seconds behind the other stud reaching his peak.

   Randy had been jerking his impressive stalk rapidly, as he looked back
and forth between me, and the two studs, and as our two boys ejected their
creamy loads near simultaneous, he rumbled a deep noise in his chest, as he
quickly rose to his knees in front of Bret, and me, and whipped his cock
over the edge, and into orgasm, as he aimed the club at Bret's heaving
torso, and unloaded, long ropes of his thick cream ejecting across Bret's
chest to join with his own load. I released Bret's wilting cock then, and
moved my hand onto his well slimed chest, and began smearing the combined
man and boy juices onto his smooth skin, as he sagged back onto the warm
sand, once again spent, and gasping. I glanced over at the two studs, and
chuckled, as I saw the jacker bent over the creamed chest of the jackee, as
he eagerly lapped up the spilled juices. Randy moved closer, and dropped a
hand onto Bret's slippery chest, and joined me, in working the high protein
solution into the boy's baby-soft skin, a satisfied smile on his face. God,
I thought, you really had to love this place, this Secret Cove, and, Lake
Tahoe, in general!

(To be Continued)
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