Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2024 23:43:46 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Life's a Beach - Ch 1 Life's a Beach - Chapter 1 by Underjug & TheRealCOG T/b, oral, sub man, interracial ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen site. ********** It was supposed to be an easy job. Manuel Acosta had been told by his friend Rey that being a nanny to rich American brats was the best summer employment for a university student. Easy hours, big pay and the only task was to keep an eye on kids too awestruck by you to offer any challenge. So Manuel had answered an ad posted by a pair of bourgeois madres who wanted someone to watch their boys to ensure a peaceful vacation in Spain. The first sign of trouble was when Liam and Austin insisted on calling him "Manny" because apparently male nannies in America were called "mannies." Even though the 19-year-old Spaniard had sternly insisted on being called "Senor Acosta," both boys had ignored his directive. And that had set the tone for their relationship. If Manuel tried to take them to the park, they insisted on going for ice cream. If he tried to take them to a museum, they insisted on visiting a medieval dungeon. Generally speaking, Manuel liked Liam and Austin, but his two charges were running roughshod over him. It was critical to get a handle on it. Today, after asking what the pair wanted to do, he found out they were eager to go to the beach. Manuel decided a little culture shock might be just the thing to make them mind him better. The university student cautioned that beaches in Barcelona weren't like those in America, though Liam and Austin had, of course, rolled their eyes. At 11 years of age, the boys seemed to feel they already knew everything. "Just remember, I did tell you ninos things are different here," Manuel warned the two as he parked the car at the beach. "No complaining if it's not to your liking." Once the children were sufficiently embarrassed they would be more wary in the future and more likely to listen. The young man grabbed the beach bag and headed for the sand. Liam and Austin climbed out of the car. Both gawking at the sights with slackened jaws. The manny had finally stopped nagging them about going off to do boring activities and had actually agreed to do what the boys wanted. The two best buddies were promised the beach would be different, and what they had imagined were waterpark slides, a lazy river with inner tubes, water cannons to shoot at each other. Liam - the dirty blond of the two with blue eyes and brown tan - had worn his red speedo, while Austin - the platinum blond with hazel eyes and sun- kissed skin - was adorned in his blue-and-red striped white speedo. Apparently neither of their swimsuits were needed because... everybody at the beach was naked! "What the hey!" exclaimed Liam. "Manny didn't say it was a nudie beach!" accused Austin. Everywhere dangly bits were hanging out for all the world to see! It occurred to both friends those were the ONLY things at this beach. The whole place was like their treehouse back in America that said "no girls allowed." "Total weenis fest!" "Omigod, that guy is super hung!" "They don't expect us to go nakies, right?" "Is this, like, a perv beach?" Manuel smiled to himself. Then he turned and gave the boys a stern look. "I told you this wasn't like a beach in your Malibon." "Geez, Manny, it's MaliBU," Austin corrected. "No matter. My point is, you begged me all morning to take you to the beach, in spite of me insisting you might not like our beaches. Now maybe in the future you will listen to me when I tell you we should or should not do some things." Manuel felt very satisfied his gambit had paid off. Now he could finally get some peace. The boys would surely not argue with him in the future and would afford him the respect he was due. Liam said with a pout, "I do wanna go to the beach, though." Austin added hesitantly, "Me as well, but do we gotta be naked?" Manuel frowned. If the gringitos could read Spanish, they would see the signs said "Clothing Optional." Fortunately the sixth graders were unilingual only and the university student had expected everyone would be out in the nude anyway. After clearing his throat, Manuel said, "There are, um, rules that have to do with... uh... with things. Anyway, let's go back to the hotel and you can play in the pool." Liam's lip stuck out. "Awww, but that's boring..." Austin nodded. "We did that yesterday. And the day before. I wanna play in the waves!" Manuel folded his arms, doing his best to show he would not be talked around on this issue. "No, I can't let you flaunt the rules this time, ninos. I'm sorry. Now let's go..." The one tween huffed and looked askance at the other. There was an exchange of sly smirks that deeply worried Manuel. Those expressions often led to mischief at his expense. He tried to usher the duo back to the car yet they didn't budge. Austin said, "You know the saying, when you roam..." Liam snickered, "Yeah..." And in a flash the two of them were naked, their speedos flying right at Manuel's face. Helplessly, the male nanny watched the naughty young boys sprint off, laughing to themselves as they raced for the water. "Me cago en la puta," Manuel cursed. Liam and Austin dove into the deep-blue ocean, swimming over foamy waves, giggling at how they didn't have a stitch of clothing on. Of course, killjoy Manny was yelling after them, but the buddies amused themselves with crotch grabs. "Look, Liam, if you chomp at the waves you can get a white beard for a second." "Whoa, the water's so salty, hey, I got a beard too." Becoming even sillier, both fell back into the water and paddled around some more, stopping on occasion to comment on all the hilarious weenises. "This place rocks, I didn't realize how much I hate wearing clothes." "Same here, if I could be naked all the time, I would." "Liam! Austin! Get back here this instant!" The friends rolled their eyes at Manny wagging his finger on the beach like a lame teacher. The two were about to ignore the help and swim around again, when they noticed a blanket had been set out. "Oo, dude, there's soda and snacks." "Let's grab some!" Liam and Austin raced for the beach, now laughingly playing grab ass, their attention mainly focused on the food. They reached the blanket and anticipated a lecture, so Liam piped up, "Hey, Manny, how come you're the only one here not naked?" "Yeah, Manny, you said it was, like, a rule." Both smug 11-year-olds stood there dripping wet with arms folded. "Hmm?" Manuel asked, staring at the two naked youths in complete bafflement. Austin pressed, "You're supposed to be N-A-K-E-D." "I... Uh..." Liam snickered. "Maybe it's a language barrier? Manny, el nakedo pronto!" This was not how things were supposed to go, which Manuel should have expected, since nothing of late ever did. Still, it was impossible not to think how unfair this was. The 19-year-old had been on top, for a moment, and his plan HAD BEEN WORKING. But now that same plan had been crumpled up and discarded like the boys' speedos. Not that Manuel had done anything WRONG by bringing the boys here. Children could be found on these beaches as well as adults. All the same, he hadn't really thought through the implications of being naked with his charges. That seemed to be crossing a line. If this were a world in which the rich women who'd hired him paid any attention to what he and their boys got up to, they might go full "ugly American" on him. It wasn't, but still... However, there really was no getting out of it now. "Hey!" Manuel yelped when Liam (the sneaky one who'd crept around behind) yanked his suit down. "Rules are rules," Austin (the brash one who caught the tossed suit) said with a surly expression. "You wouldn't wanna set a bad example by not following rules in front of us, right?" Liam giggled, "Right, that would be an awful thing for you to do." The friends plunked down on the blanket and stole a couple sodas, smirking up at the older teen covering himself with his hands. Liam threw a challenging glare. "This is a nude beach, why're you hiding it?" Austin took a sip and spread his legs. "Yeah, we got no problem showing ours." But Manny's face got all scrunched up. "All right, ninos, this has gone on long enough, you're being totally and completely disrespectful." "How?" "Yeah, we're just getting you to follow the rules you said everybody else has to follow." "If anyone's being disrespectful, it's you." Both Liam and Austin nodded firmly and high fived. "So, whip it out, Manny. Hey - ham sandwiches!" "Let it all hang out, Manny, ha ha! Gimme a sandwich too." The friends were wolfing down their meal and chasing it down with soda, then elbowing each other like they were ready for the show to start while gazing up at a bashful Manny. Fortunately, Manuel was so mortified by the entire situation that his cock remained soft. He reluctantly took his hands away and finished kicking off his trunks. It wasn't clear how to handle these two tweens; somehow he always ended up just doing what they wanted. The boys were obviously spoiled and used to getting their way, but even when the young man tried to assert control, they simply outflanked him. "Wow, yours is big!" Liam said. Manuel blushed. He should have thought this through. But really, there didn't seem to be any chance the boys would embrace the idea of a nude beach. And now here he was, unclothed and feeling quite vulnerable. "I thought older dudes had hair on their crotches," Austin commented. "I do, I just keep it trimmed," Manuel said, showing his small patch of hairs. He certainly wasn't going to let them question his manhood. "See?" Austin and Liam shielded their eyes from the sun and rose up a little on their haunches to check out Manny's turf. Of course they ignored the dude flinching and stepping back. "Ooohhh, yeah, I see it." "That's what you Spanish call a Brazilian wax." "Nah nah, Liam, THAT means when you shave off everything." "Oh yeah, guess his would be a five o'clock shadow." The help was looking around super paranoid. "Boys, stop, people might-" But the friends rested again on the blanket and gulped their sodas while comparing weenises. "He's got one of them uncut ones lotsa guys here seem to have." "Not like our 'Merican ones, both of us are snipped." Manny was still being a pill. "Liam! Austin! I insist-" "Relax, Manny, we said you got a nice weenis." "Hey, it's starting to plump up like ours." At some point, Manuel gave in and just accepted, again, he wasn't going to win. The two boys were so good at pushing his buttons, he was basically helpless against their mischief. There weren't too many people at the beach, however, and the few that were didn't seem to pay them any attention. Lucky for Manuel the kids' short attention span saved him in the end. After their snack and a little more ogling, the two charges declared they were done with the beach and, mercifully, the university student was allowed to bring them back to the hotel. He was content to put the whole business behind him. Yet Manuel had unwittingly let the genie out of the bottle and it was not going back inside. "You know," Austin said, "our moms are going on that champagne cruise thing, so we have the place to ourselves. We could bring the beach here!" The boy dared to strip off his speedo again and cast it aside. Instead of heading to his room to retrieve more clothing, he went over and flopped on the couch. "Wh-What...?" Manuel asked. "We both realized on that trip we like being naked," Liam told him with a mischievous grin, stripping off too. Manuel gaped at the two bare-assed boys. Now what the fuck was he supposed to do? Liam and Austin noticed Manny getting all squeamish. "Don't worry," said Liam matter-of-factly, "we won't tell our moms you showed off your weenis to us." "I did not!" Liam laughed. "Kinda sorta! But we won't narc on you." Austin added, "And we won't tell 'em you took us to a nudie beach." At last that doooyyyyyy look on the teen disappeared. "Th-Thank you, boys, but I'd really much prefer if you put on-" "Hey, Manny," interjected Liam, "we meant what we said about your weenis." "You got a real nice one." "And I seen it get hard like ours did." "It's soooo much huger." Manny got that look on his face again and he picked up the remote and flipped through channels to try to find something on TV. "No, no, ninos, you must be mistaken." But Liam swiped the remote from the older dude's hand and tossed it to Austin like a game of Pig in the Middle. "Can we see it again?" "Yeah, get naked like us." "It'll be like our own no-clothes beach." "C'mon, Manny, let us see it." Manuel stared at the preadolescents for a moment, caught between outrage at their rude presumption, curiosity about what they were trying to get out of this and a healthy dose of fear if the mothers made a sudden early return. "Boys..." "What?" Austin asked with a smirk. Manuel sighed. The chances of the parents coming home unexpectedly were remote, from his experience. If that did happen, he'd explain the trio were back from the beach and getting changed and it was no big deal. The important thing here was to regain the upper hand - if, in fact, the teen had ever had it. To do that, Manuel had to push back. The pair were having fun bossing him around; however, if he upped the ante, they would back down, surely. Manuel shed his clothes and stood before the young ones, trying to be as bold as possible. "Fine, there, have a look. Feel it if you like. You boys have probably never seen a real one before." Liam and Austin lit up and raced one another to get to their prize. "Whoa, it really is hah-uge!" "Even soft, never mind when it's boned!" "I wanna touch it first!" "No, dude, I'm getting that achievement!" The two friends, chuckling, wrestled one another away from between the help's legs, each making a grab for that weenis meat. Irritatingly, Manny flinched and stepped back, but that only made the boys more determined to be the first to snatch the prize. Liam managed to get in there half a second before his friend. "First!" Austin squeezed the thickening tube. "It was a tie!" "Daaaannnnnng, Manny, feels cool!" "So much bigger than ours, so spongy, right?" "Yeah, like a Twinkie." Manuel gulped. Their eager explorations felt better than he wanted to admit. It had been a while since he'd had a boyfriend. Of course, letting these kids - whom he was supposed to be watching over - stroke his genitals was a definite no-no, but it wasn't like he was making them do anything. "Wow," Austin approved, "it's getting so hard now." Liam giggled, "That means we're turning him on." Manuel couldn't deny it. And he had no idea how to make this train change tracks. The boys weren't even a little bit squeamish. Which left the young man with pretty much no idea how to divert their attention. Maybe if he simply let them have their fun, they'd knock all this off and go back to their favorite new video game. Manuel cleared his throat. "Okay, ninos, let me get comfortable if you're going to play with it." "'Kay!" they said in unison. Manuel sat down on the couch with the boys on either side. It was, the university student rationalized, just a handjob. Surely there wasn't anything wrong with a little handjob. Liam and Austin continued to explore the oversized weenis, like molding clay on a pottery wheel. Each squeeze got the older teen to moan instead of nag, which had the two friends descending into giggles. "M-More like churning..." the help groaned. "Huh?" "Wassat?" "Stroke u-up and d-down," the endowed guy explained. "It's getting it even bigger. Austin, grab a ruler, measure it." The instrument was fetched and placed alongside the leaking weenis. "Aw, this one's metric." "Oooooohhhhhhh," the teen breathed. "What's the measurement anyway?" "About 19 centimeters. Hey, Manny, what's that in 'Merican?" "A-About seven and a h-half inches," the dude said. "Dammmmnnnn, hey, lemme stroke too!" "Plenty weenis for the both of us." Liam and Austin raised and lowered the thick outer skin and peppered Manny with questions about the gunk, which they were told was called precome. "Should we taste it?" Liam smiled at his friend. "On the count of three. One-two-three!" Manuel had let his mind drift as the happy sensations of two slender pair of hands working him over ramped his arousal into overdrive. The boys had said something, but whatever it was the young man figured wasn't that important and, really, he just wanted to focus on his crotch. Then, suddenly, Manuel felt two tongues swipe across the plump head of his swollen prick and he gasped in shock and pleasure at the sensation. His eyes popped open and he looked down at the two sexy mischief-makers grinning up at him. "Hm, seemed to like that," Liam purred. "Uh-huh," Austin snickered. "Let's try putting it in our mouth." "That weenis is pretty big, so we should prolly take turns." Manuel panted a little. Summoning the last shred of his machismo, he murmured, "If you're going to suck it, then suck it. Though don't complain when I make a mess." "Oh, damn, Austin, he's gonna shoot like in that porn we saw!" "I so wanna taste that, Liam!" The two buddies went hog wild on the raging hard weenis, each having a go at sucking on the hooded knob. Liam suggested a competition to see who could get more weenis in his mouth. With pride he managed to cram a bunch deep into his throat, but inhaling wasn't easy and occasionally he did choke. Next Austin tried to suck the weenis. He took longer than his friend to feed the boner down the length of his tongue, and it wasn't without plenty of involuntary gagging. But the boys had fun and got to slurp up precome while awaiting the volcanic explosion they both knew was imminent. "This stuff's good, yeah?" "Mmmmmmnnnnnnnnn," Manny whimpered. "I bet the white stuff's even better." "C-C-Come, it's c-called 'come,'" Manny said haltingly. "Let's try to gulp the come as it fires out the pee hole." "Bet I can swallow more come." The pair grinned naughtily and traded off sucking on the weenis like they were sharing a soda bottle. Manuel's eyes rolled into the back of his head. All thought utterly abandoned him as spikes of pleasure erupted across his nerves. He groaned and shook and muttered things in Spanish as the two tweens serviced his erect pene. "Joder.... Ninos... Gah!!!" The 19-year-old shuddered all over as his cock fired off spurts of thick, creamy jizz. It felt so good! He sank into the white-hot ecstasy of his climax, barely even aware of his charges as he emptied his balls. "That was... Oh, ninos... That was really good... Thank you." Liam and Austin laughed boyishly at each other's hilarious come-spattered faces that looked like the hydrating masks their moms put on (come being the main ingredient instead of moisturizing lotion). "We barely drunk any." "It almost went up my nose." Fingerfuls of come were scooped up and consumed like candy. "Mmmmm, even better." "Yeah, kinda salty but tastes good." After having cleaned each other up, the two buddies stood on the couch. "'Kay," Liam ordered, "you gotta do ours." "Both together," Austin insisted, "make 'em feel good like we did yours." Manuel smiled, feeling a flash of affection for the spoiled boys. They'd made him feel really good and they deserved a reward. This weird side trip in their relationship could not, of course, be repeated, though perhaps after today they'd all get along better. "Ok, stand here in front of me," Manuel instructed and both boys jumped down onto the floor. The older teen moved the pair so they were standing inches apart and facing each other. Liam and Austin giggled and squirmed from overexcitement, yet they stayed put as he grasped their little stalks. Liam's was bigger without question, longer and thicker. Though Austin had a respectable number of centimeters on him for a kid his age. Manuel flicked his tongue over the heads of their cocklets, drawing happy gasps from them both. For the moment, they weren't entitled brats but just two preadolescents experiencing sex for the first time and they were adorable. The young man happily licked their puny shafts all over. Liam and Austin exchanged dazed glances and dreamy smiles. "Yeaaaaahhhh, Manny, lick..." "Cripes, Manny, liiiiiiiick..." The blue-eyed dirty blond instinctively started to thrust his pelvis and the hazel-eyed platinum blond joined in syncopated rhythm. Their teen weenis- sucker tried to hold the pair tight. "Let me do it, boys." Only Liam and Austin were feeling much too good to go back to simply standing there, so they resisted the firm grip and fucked into the thick, wet, curled tongue. "Suuuck, Manny..." "Yeah, Manny, suck suck suck suck..." The 11-year-old friends kept plowing the corners of that 19-year-old mouth, not letting it order them around, forcing it to pleasure their weenises. Manuel was about to stop and tell the boys they needed to relax and let him work when they suddenly jabbed their sausage links into his mouth and let out the sweetest little climactic cries together. The young man held tight as the duo shook all over, supporting them as they rode out their first orgasms. "Wow, so cool," Liam panted. Austin nodded, "I think I shot some goo. Did I, Manny?" The help shook his head, smiling patiently. "Neither of you made any come. But it seemed like it felt good. Yes?" Both boys nodded in unison. "It was like 'whoa' then it got all 'yowza' and then it was totally 'whoosh'!" "You must've sucked a lot of weenises, huh, Manny?" Manuel frowned, unsure he liked the tone of that question. And, what they had just done aside, he really was not about to discuss his sex life with them anyway. "I hope you boys have satisfied your curiosity. I'm going to go get dinner started." "Oh man, look, boobies!" Austin said when he turned on the TV. There was a commercial featuring a topless woman. "Neato!" "Cool!" Liam said. Manuel shook his head, amused by the sheltered little American ninos. He was glad, though, that they had put everything back on an even keel. It would make the rest of the summer a lot easier.