Date: Sun, 14 Nov 1999 15:04:22 -0800 From: Country Guys Subject: TOM Tom by Greg Bowden j_and_g@telis.org When I retired I moved down to Florida, to a small, quiet, beach town. The town's main claim to fame -- other than its long stretch of pristine white sand -- is that it is home to a very good little college. It's an engineering college which means that the student body is primarily male (right or wrong, that's the way it is) and it seems that most of that student body is on the beach most of the time, summer and winter. Me too. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those dirty old men who hang around, slobbering over the young guys and making a fool of himself -- but I do like to look and our beach is a great place for looking. The other thing I love about the beach is the changing room the city fathers thoughtfully provided in the early part of the century. I don't know why the place isn't used more because it's wonderfully old fashioned with a big open air shower room, a couple of banks of lockers and a rest room that features a long porcelain trough urinal. Most of the kids, though, seem to show up in their trunks and leave the same way although once in a while they do shower or use the rest room. I always put my street clothes in one of the lockers before settling down with my book in the sand outside because it makes for a good excuse to go inside once in a while and see who might be in the shower or using the rest room. One especially nice day in June a boy I hadn't seen around the beach before came out of the changing room, still wet from the shower. I noticed him especially because he was wearing tiny black Speedos instead of the usual baggy shorts most of them wear. (Remember back when we were young guys like that? We wore baggy shorts too, but we didn't wear anything under them so maybe we'd flop around a little. Now, my god, they wear boxer shorts and a jock under them!) The boy ran straight into the water, splashing through the small waves and then setting out at a real swimmer's pace until he was a quarter mile or so off shore. Then he turned and did a series of half mile laps parallel to the beach. When he came out of the water I followed him into the changing room. As luck would have it, he had taken a locker below and one over from the one I always use and I was able to watch as he stripped out of the black Speedos, took his towel and headed for the showers. I got out of my trunks and headed for the same place. There were a couple of other guys in the showers, talking and laughing and splashing at each other. The boy took a shower opposite them and I picked one on the back wall where I had a good view of all of them. The guys on the one side paid no attention to either one of us but the boy certainly paid attention to them, especially their crotches. He blushed when he saw I'd caught him watching and he turned away, pretending he wasn't looking at anything but he stayed under the shower until they left. So did I. Back in the locker room he had some trouble getting his locker open until I reached over and hit it in just the right place. "There," I said, "try it now. These things are kind of old and they get cranky sometimes but you'll get the hang of it." He smiled at me and opened the door. "Thanks," he said. "I usually swim at school but the pool's closed this week. I think they're refinishing it or something." His eyes kept sliding towards my crotch so I grabbed my towel and let it drape over my face while I dried my hair so he could look without being self conscious. When I finished with my hair he was staring fixedly at my crotch, making me wonder what he found so fascinating about my dick. I mean, it's just your standard issue, average dick and while certainly worth a look -- all dicks are worth a look -- but the boy seemed to be studying it. Then it dawned on me: foreskin. Every man you see in the changing room seems to be circumcised. Except me. When he realized my eyes weren't covered anymore he suddenly became deeply interested in whatever was in his locker. "Hey, don't be embarrassed," I said in my most matter of fact voice. "It's just another piece of anatomy. Look at it all you want." I could see the struggle going on in his mind but it didn't take long for curiosity to win out. He let himself turn back to it. "It... It's different. I..." "You mean the skin? I guess you're missing yours, aren't you?" If he can look, I thought, then so can I. I reached down and pulled the towel away from his lap. I already knew he was clipped but I didn't know he was also hard. His cheeks turned red again. "Hey, don't sweat it. Happens to everyone now and then." I tried to sound casual but I kept wondering what would happen if someone came in from the beach and found us like this, him with a hard-on, me examining it. Well, what the hell. I figured I could always drop the towel back in the kid's lap and make some inane conversation. We went back to the anatomy lesson. "I thought you'd been circumcised. See here?" I surprised myself by reaching down and running my finger along his circumcision scar. "This is where the skin was attached before they took it off." I straightened up and scratched my pubic hair so my dick would flop, gathering his attention again. "You ever see how one of these works?" I slowly skinned myself back until the head was fully exposed. "See, it's pretty much like the turtle neck on a sweater." I bunched the skin up, just behind the head and pointed. "It's right about here that they cut the skin when they take it off." I guess the boy thought, if he can touch then so can I, because he reached out and touched the bunched up skin I was holding. When I let go the skin started sliding back over the head. The boy helped it and when he realized what he was doing he jerked his hand away like my dick was red hot. "It's okay," I said. "See for yourself how it works." His hand reached out again and he moved the foreskin back and forth a couple of times making me begin to firm up. "Does it... I mean, when you get..." The kid was stammering and he never took his eyes off my dick. "Does it still move when I get hard? Keep that up and you'll see for yourself pretty quick." He hesitated for just a second and then went on, slowly moving the skin along the shaft of my dick. In about six strokes he had me up, thick and as hard as he was. I guess it was the situation -- the danger of being discovered doing what we were doing -- but he had me pretty close to the edge of orgasm, too. A drop of lube had formed at my pee slit and he unconsciously licked his lips, probably wondering how it would taste. His tongue suddenly darted out and he licked the drop away and then, in almost the same motion, he bent forward and took the head of my dick in his mouth. One flash of his tongue around my cock-head and I knew I'd lost it; I came all at once, shooting off into his mouth and groaning with the sudden pleasure of it. The boy took it like a trooper, swallowing as fast as I could pump it out. Then he came too, spraying his spunk up between my legs, all over my balls. The boy had a very surprised look on his face when he pulled off me. I guessed he hadn't had any idea of doing that and now he was wondering just what the hell he'd done. I patted him on the shoulder but before I could think of anything reassuring to say the door banged open. We jumped apart and I had the presence of mind to drop the towel over the kid's cock -- which was still standing pretty tall. Mine was deflating a bit faster, still puffed up but passable. "Hi, guys. You about ready to get out of here?" It was one of the town cops, a good looking young guy in a very well tailored uniform. He looked at his watch. "It's closing time you know. New rule. We gotta lock the place up at five. Keep the graffiti artists and druggies out." He kept glancing down at my dick but he didn't say anything so I guess he just figured Mother Nature had been very good to me. She had been, too, but not that good. "We got time for a quick shower, officer?" The kid's cum was drying on my balls and sticking the hairs together. Besides, in my book, turn-around is fair play. The cop looked at his watch again. "Oh, what the hell. Sure. I'll do my beat down to the pier and back, give you about twenty minutes. But you gotta be out by then." He turned and headed to the door. "I'm gonna put up the "Closed" sign," he tossed back, over his shoulder. "Don't want to have to run anyone else out in the middle of their shower." He laughed and banged the door shut behind him. "Well, shall we?" I asked the kid. "And by the way, what do they call you?" "Tom. Tom Hastings. I... Well, I'm sorry about that." He nodded towards my dick. "I don't know what came over me. You're not mad are you?" I couldn't help it; I laughed. He looked at me sharply and I put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to me. "Why would I be mad, Tom? It was wonderful. And now, with twenty minutes and a closed sign on the door, I intend to show you just how wonderful it was. Come on." In the shower, while I was rinsing him off, he "accidentally" touched my dick a couple of times and then, when it began to rise up, frankly took it in his hand and began to move the skin back and forth. When he leaned down to kiss it I pulled back and said, "Oh, no, you've already had that pleasure. Now it's my turn." I kneeled in front of him and slowly, very gently, took his cock into my mouth. He sucked in his breath and when I didn't take it in fast enough he put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me onto him until my nose was pressed in his short, wiry hairs. It didn't take long and when I thought he was getting pretty near I pressed my thumb up between his legs, halfway between his balls and his ass hole and I let my finger play around the little bud just behind. When I touched that little bud directly, pressed on it a little, he let out a whoop and came, filling my mouth with the sweetest cum I've ever taken. Afterwards I guess he had some thinking to do because he didn't say a word while we dried ourselves off. Then, climbing into his Jockeys, he looked directly at me and broke into a grin. "Man, I never popped like that in my whole life. Ever." He seemed to concentrate on dressing for a moment and then, quietly, almost to himself, he said, "Could we do that again maybe? I mean, you liked it too, didn't you?" He looked up from tying his shoes. "Yes, Tom. I liked it too. And yes, we can do it again, whenever you want." We ran into the cop again as we were leaving. "Get it all clean?" he asked with a grin. His eyes slid down to my crotch and lingered for a moment as though wondering how I kept it all out of sight. I nodded. "Yep. All of it." Just for the hell of it I reached down and rearranged myself, flipping my dick over to the right. "I hope so," the cop said, looking me straight in the eye. "You never know when there'll be an inspection." He waited one beat before he laughed and busied himself with locking up the door. It was early the next afternoon when I saw Tom again. He wandered out on the beach wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a tank top that had been torn off a couple of inches above his navel. He sat in the sand next to me, idly sifting it through his fingers. It was obvious what he had in mind from the way he kept looking at my trunks and I marveled at how this kid, who was probably all of nineteen, wanted me. Or at least my dick. I broke one of my rules. "You want to come over to my place for a while? Have a Coke or something?" He nodded and got up without a word, his excitement obvious, even in those baggy shorts. We walked the four blocks in silence, each, I suppose, building up his own set of expectations. As it turned out, mine were much too low. The first thing I did was put him in the shower, partly because I wanted to look at him again and partly because I'm inordinately fond of the taste of very clean skin. He was hard when he got out of his shorts and just a little embarrassed about it. I told him not to be; when he got to be as old as I he would have better control over it. I then proved myself a liar when I got out of my own shorts. And I hadn't even realized... In the shower he held on to my dick as I rubbed the soap over his strong, lithe body. When I washed between his buns he began to shiver a little and his hand clenched on me until I thought I might have to pry his fingers off. Then he took the soap and washed me, from my neck to my toes. When he got to my dick he pulled the foreskin back and gently washed underneath it; by the time he moved on to my balls my dick was so hard it actually hurt. Dry and in bed he rolled onto his side and looked at me. "You know," he said, "I never believed there could be a man I could... touch. Anywhere I wanted." His fingers were toying with my chest hair and occasionally grazing my nipples, making them stand up firm. He moved his hand down, along my belly and tugged at my pubic hair before encircling the base of my dick. He began to speak in a low voice as though talking to himself. "Is it really true what they say? That a guy could really get a cock up... I mean take it inside him? It seems so big." He moved his fingers up the shaft, loosely measuring it. "It's so thick and long." He looked at me. "How could that happen? That I... I mean that a guy could put that up inside him?" I reached down and tousled his hair. "Oh, most guys can do that all right but they have to really want to. And for some it hurts like crazy, at least the first few times." "Then why..." "Because after it stops hurting it feels good. Some guys say it feels better than anything." I shrugged. "But lots of things feel good, Tom. This, for instance." I flipped him around on the bed and took his cock in my mouth, right down to the base, and began swallowing on it. He thrashed around for a minute before he found my dick and took the head in his mouth. Then he tried to go all the way down but couldn't quite make it before he began to gag. He pulled up fast, waited a moment and then tried it again, this time more slowly. And more successfully. I pulled back on his cock and tongued him, rubbing lightly on that thick bundle of nerves just under the head. He did the same to me, using his hand to roll my foreskin over his tongue, trapping it between the skin and the head. Then, with no warning at all, he came. I don't think he even knew he was that close because at the first pulse he let out a yelp that sounded pretty much like surprise to me. But he got into it, stroking his cock in my mouth, shooting his sweet cum down my throat and then, when it was about over, letting his groans turn into laughter. He wanted to bring me off too but I wasn't ready and I didn't want this to turn into a chore for him. I pulled him up so he could stretch out beside me and told him we'd get to me in our own good time. He laid next to me for a while and then started touching me again, running his hands through my chest hair and fooling around with my nipples. I touched him back, his smooth skin, firm muscles and soft, fine hair -- except for the thick patch over his cock which was wiry and tightly curled. I tasted him too, making him giggle when I ran my tongue up his side and into his nearly hairless arm pit. I kissed his neck and turned him over so I could lick my way down his spine and then gave him goose bumps when I kissed his buns. He returned the favor, nibbling on my balls and then licking my dick like it was a big candy cane. He nuzzled in my hair and licked my nipples until they were hard and shooting bolts of electricity down to my dick. Then he straddled my chest and announced that he wanted to try it -- it being my dick up his ass. When I tried to talk him out of it he was insistent. I found some lube and some condoms in the bedside stand. He wasn't sure how to put a condom on an uncircumcised man until I told him he had to skin it back first and then unroll the condom over it. While he was putting the condom on me I asked, "You sure about this, Tom? You really want to try taking my dick up your ass?" He nodded gravely and then turned over so I could apply the lube. I touched his little pucker gently and rubbed some of the slick gel over it. He began to shiver when I touched him and sucked in his breath when I pushed the gel applicator into him and squeezed some out, inside him. He spread his legs wider and lifted his ass up a little, letting me know he thought he was ready. "You know, I think this would be better if you controlled it, Tom. Here," I rolled onto my back and pulled him up until he was straddling me. "Now you can do it at your own pace and you can pull off any time you need to. Okay?" He looked at me for a moment, working out the logistics. Then he nodded, raised himself up on his knees and took hold of my dick, rubbing the head lightly across his ass. He took it into himself very slowly until the flair of the head slipped through his tight ring of muscle. Then he stopped, letting out the breath he'd been holding. "You okay?" He nodded and let himself slip down a little before he paused again. He kept this up until he was sitting in my pubic hair and my dick was in him as far as it would go. He sat perfectly still then, his hands on his thighs and his eyes unfocused, concentrating on something within. Then he came. He threw back his head and let out a kind of strangled yell as he let go, his cock shooting wildly, cum flying everywhere, even up on the wall behind the bed. When he seemed to be slowing down I took his cock in my hand and helped him make it last although I'm not sure he really needed that. When it was over he looked down at me with a grin and swung his body forward, pulling up on my dick. Then he sat back, sinking down on it again. He did this five or six times and then bent down and kissed me. I think it was actually the kiss that pushed me over but in any case the sparks flew in me and I began to fill the rubber with my own hot juice. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and let me suck on it while I came. I think we were both more surprised by the kiss than anything else although I don't know why we should have been. We'd both done a number of things that day that we hadn't known we were going to do. The day wasn't over, either. Cleaned up and back on the bed Tom stretched out on top of me and began to kiss me again, long, deep kisses that took my breath away. Almost immediately I felt him grow hard against me, his cock lying beside my own. I surprised myself by getting hard right along with him -- something I don't often do ten minutes after I've come. The boy's mouth left mine and went to my nipples, nuzzling and nipping at them until they were hard and very sensitive. "Can I do it to you?" he asked, looking shyly across my chest. "You know, go inside you? Would it be okay?" I sighed to myself and thought, what the hell, you've broken most of your rules this afternoon. Why not that one too. I took a condom from the night table and when I unrolled it on his cock I could feel his excitement. His cock was faintly quivering in my hand and his whole body seemed tense with anticipation. When I was ready the boy entered me slowly, feeding me an inch of himself and then waiting, letting me get used to it. That unpleasant stinging I usually feel lasted only a bare moment before it turned into a pleasure I hadn't felt since my thirties. He tried to make it last but the pleasure of it -- for both of us -- was too much and both of us came long before we wanted to. Again cleaned up and back on the bed he snuggled up against me and promptly went to sleep. I dozed off too and woke to the feel of his mouth on my dick. When he realized I was awake he crawled up beside me and gave me one of those breathless kisses. "I have to go," he said, his lips still touching mine. "But I'll come back if you'll let me." I nodded. "Tomorrow." As it turned out, there were lots of tomorrow's and they just got better and better.