Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2008 20:24:03 -0700 From: Wolf pomo Subject: Belmont hores Partytime (Gay / Encounters, M/M, M/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of a young man discovering his sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2008 Wolf, All Rights Reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Belmont Shores Partytime By Wolf When Dave was in the Navy he abstained from having sex with any sailors. He had only indulged in gay sex with civilians during his four year hitch because he didn’t want a bad conduct discharge. To distract himself he lifted weights constantly. As a result he had a 19-inch neck, 48-inch chest, 22-inch biceps, 36-inch waist, 28-inch thighs with a 6-foot frame. Not to shabby. He was a natural platinum blond with blue eyes. He was freckled faced and his pubic hair was a strawberry blond. His physical appearance intimidated some people but he also attracted some men without flirting. When he was horny all he had to do was walk up Broadway in his 13-button bell bottoms and he would have a guy following him fast enough. One night that made a lasting impression was the night he was horny and stopped in at a news and book store that had a lot of porn for the sailor trade. He was checking out the gay paperbacks and when he left the shop he headed back to the fleet landing at the end of Broadway. A red MGA pulled over to the curb. The top was up and the side curtains were on. The guy leaned over and asked, “Won’t a ride sailor?” Dave checked him out. He looked like he was tall, his dark haired and graying. He liked his looks and said, “Sure.” The guy opened the door for him and Dave got in. It was only a few blocks to the fleet landing. The guy asked, “Do you have to get back to the ship soon?” Dave said, “There is no hurry.” As the guy shifted the gears he reached over and placed his big hand on Dave’s thigh. Dave sat back in the seat as the man asked, “Would you like to party?” Dave said, “Got some place we can go to?” The guy turned right on the Pacific Coast Highway at the same time he rubbed the bulge in Dave’s bell bottoms. The man headed towards old town and he turned back east until he reached an old hotel. They went up the back stairs to the third floor. The guy was a salesman and was in a cheap business suit. His room was something he rented on a long term bases. It had a small fridge and a two burner stove. The guy offered Dave a beer while he undressed. Dave pulled his jumper over his head but the man wanted to take his bell bottoms off for him because he like the way the flap formed a bib for his cock and balls before he unfastened the top. He just had to kneel before Dave and pull out his cock and balls so that he could taste his cock. When they were naked the man was hairy and his cock was uncut. The cock was just starting to get an erection. Dave skinned the foreskin back for him and put his mouth over the knob and sucked on his cock until he was fully erect. The man wanted to make out for awhile so the cuddled on the bed and kissed each other. The man had the stubble of a course beard. When he was ready he placed Dave on his back and while he sucked his cock he stuffed a greasy finger he had dipped in a Vaseline jar up Dave’s asshole. Then he wrapped his hand around his own cock and lubricated it before he moved into place and stuck his cock into Dave’s pink asshole. He jacked Dave off while he fucked his ass. They both climaxed, Dave’s cum was all over his belly. While they rested the guy licked Dave’s cum off of his chest. They had a couple of beers and the guy produced some gay porn magazines to inspire them. Hen Dave was ready the guy assumed the bottom position so that Dave could mount him doggie style. He didn’t need any grease. His asshole accepted Dave’s cock with no problem. Dave held his hips while he fucked him. He took it slow but he eventually came. He deposited all of it in his ass before he pulled out. They had another beer before the guy wanted to 69. It took a long time and neither had much cum left. They got some sleep before the guy drove him back to the fleet landing. There were a few others over the years but he kept it cool until his enlistment was over. What does a sailor do when he finishes his enlistment? Well Dave strapped his duffle bag on the back of his Harley and headed north for the Los Angles area. The first thing was to find a place to live and find a job. He had an old high school buddy that lived in Long Beach that was willing to take him in for awhile. He got a job right away working as a salesman in a SCUBA diving shop. Besides selling diving equipment he became one of five diving instructors. After teaching diving classes they took them on a deep sea checkout dive on a 40 foot boat out of San Pedro to Santa Catalina Island. That added some over time pay and gave the instructor Mondays off. There were also charter dives almost every weekend that there were no checkout dives. The five instructors normally rotated taking trips out but Dave needed money to pay for first and last months rent with cleaning charges for an apartment. He was always offering to take out classes or be dive master for charter trips for anyone that didn’t want to take the boat out. In a short time he had enough money set aside to get him into a cheap place. Belmont Shores was located just east of Long Beach. In those days the water flowing into the back side of the manmade island called Naples was stagnant. That caused it to have a nasty smell of diesel, dying alga. There tended to be trash floating in the water. Fish would not even come to the back side of the island because of the lack of oxygen in the water. That was why it was unattractive to live on the back side of the island. Dave found a one bedroom duplex on the back side of the island that he could afford and moved in. At least it had a single car garage. He had always wanted a new car so he went out and bought a new 1964 Chevy Malibu SS. It was a 237 with a four speed transmission. His buddy owned a health spa in Naples. As a favor Dave offered to hand deliver flyers advertising the spa to all of the residences in Belmont Shores for him. As he was working along the beach front he passed a gay bar that caught his eye. He promised himself that on some money he would check it out. The very next Monday he had off he walked down to the East Ocean Boulevard about noon and went into the two story bar. There was J shaped bar to the right as he entered the bar. He chose to sit at the hooked end of the bar behind the recessed door with a stained glass window at his back. He no more than ordered a voka-7 on the rocks than an elderly couple came into the bar behind him. They greeted the bartender and sat at the bar near the door. Dave’s had drawn some interest when he entered the bar among the five or six patrons. He could tell they were looking him over and speculating if he was a cop. When Dave ordered his second drink the old man got off of his stool and moved around the woman that was obviously his wife. The man was no more that five-feet nine. He was slightly pudgy. His hair was white and in full male pattern baldness, a white ring around the back of his head and the top was hairless. He had a tightly trimmed full beard that was almost completely white. He blue eyes were alert and looked mischievous. The woman was obviously his wife and the picture of a “Norman Rockwell painting of a country grandmother. Her bluish-white hair was curly and her alert eyes were framed by gold rimmed glasses. She had a wide smiling mouth. Her five-foot two body was filling out a size 14 dress. The only thing her blue and gray flower print cotton dress lacked was an apron. Her shoes were practical. They looked like the kind of shoes Dave had seen on Navy Waves. He would not have been surprised if she had pulled out a bible and tried to save him. He was wondering why a couple like that would be stopping in a gay bar for a drink on a worm day when the man turned to him and asked, “Son don’t you know this is a gay bar?” Dave looked right into his eyes, “Is that right?” The man said, “They have never seen you in her before and they are speculating if you are a cop.” Dave laughed, “No I am a salesman for a sporting goods store. I just moved to Belmont Shores a few weeks ago, and was checking out the lay of the land.” The man moved off of his stool and placed his hand on Dave’s left thigh. Dave was dressed in leather tennis shoes, olive shorts with cargo pockets and an olive and white based plaid sports shit. So the man’s hand was resting on his bare leg. Dave just smiled at him. The man said, “My name is Bill and Mary there is my wife. Welcome to the community how would you like to have a cold drink at our home?” Dave swallowed the remainder of his drink and sat it on the napkin and pushed it away as the man slipped his hand up the inside of his shorts to find that Dave was not wearing any underwear. He smiled when he felt the package. Dave slid off of the stool and said, “Lead the way.” They had to squint, their eyes, until they adjusted to the bright sun. As the walked east a block before turning north, Dave was wondering how this was going to work. Was he expected to service both of them? They were flanking him and each had their arms though his. They came to an old two story waterfront house that was in very good condition. It was not large but must have been refurbished recently. When they entered the house it was cool. They headed upstairs to a spacious family room with a wooden balcony that over looked the canal around Naples Island with their private dock. They had a sweet looking twenty-foot sail boat tied up to the dock. Mary went right to the bar and made them drinks. She knew that he had been drinking voka-7 and made is drink without asking. Bill pointed out the great view from the window and mentioned that if he liked someday they could go for a sail. While he was standing in the shade Bill wrapped his arms around him and kissed him on the mouth. His hand was squeezing Dave’s ass while he ground his crotch against Dave’s crotch. They had to break the kiss when Marry brought them their drinks on a try. They went back into the house and Bill led Dave to the couch and Mary sat down in a winged backed chair that was obviously her chair with her drink in her hand. She watched as Bill cuddled up against Dave’s thigh and started kissing him again. Dave gave Mary a look out of the corner of his eye. She didn’t even seem to notice that her husband was crawling all over a young man young enough to be their grandson. By this time Bill was unbuttoning Dave’s shirt. To give him a hand Dave used his toes to pry off his tennis shoes. He was thinking if Mary doesn’t mind, why should he? He sat forward to allow Bill to pull the cotton sports shirt away. As soon as he discarded the shirt he started feeling up Dave’s pecks. He bent over and followed his hands with his mouth. The old man was sucking on his tits like a baby sucks on a mother’s nipple. While he was sucking on the nipples he was struggling with his own shirt. When he got his stripped blue and white T-shirt out of his blue denim pants he had to break contact with the nipple he was sucking on and sit up to pull the shirt over his head. He returned to sucking on the wet nipple right away. Dave started feeling up the old man’s hairy chest. The hair was salt and pepper except right in the middle of his chest. That hair was white. He was not able to suck on the old man’s nipples because the old man was busy sucking on his nipples. While he was feeling up the old man his wife was clawing at the front of her clothes until she had her own 38-DD breasts out and she was playing with her own nipples. Bill was toughing at the belt on Dave’s shorts until he got the button undone. The zipper started moving down even before Bill pulled on the pants. As soon as he saw the pink pubic hairs he started rubbing the nest with his hand. While he was doing that his fingers were grazing Dave’s cock and it was making it hard. Dave lifted his hips up enough to allow Bill to pull the shorts down past Dave’s knees. Dave kicked the shorts free of his feet. The only thing he had on was white sports socks. The old man sat back to admire the body of the young man. He was duly impressed with the size of his body. He had thought he was just a little chubby until he saw the size of his body. Dave had played varsity football for 7 years and had suffered some injuries along the way. One of them was the result of being kicked in the scrotum enough that he got water in the sack. His scrotum was the size of a softball. The cock was cut and the knob had a large roll of dark meat making it look like the proverbial German helmet. Bill pulled o the cock before he went down and started sucking on it. Dave saw that Mary was hoisting her left tit up so that she could suck on her own nipple. Bill was a greedy man he sucked on Dave’s cock until Dave came in his mouth. After Bill swallowed as much cum as he could he lifted his head with a smug grin on his face. He sat up and kissed Dave on the mouth. He was spitting some cum into Dave’s mouth. When they had swallowed all the remaining cum Bill sat up and quickly kicked off his deck shoes. With little regard for his pants he pulled them open and pulled them under his body and clear of his legs. All he had on now was boxer shorts and dress socks. One quick tough on the top of the boxer shorts by Bill and the two snaps popped open. Dave got his first look at the old man’s cock as the snake fell out of the opening. He had always had a thing for uncut cocks. (He even felt cheated because his parents had him cut at birth.) What was lying in Bill’s lap was like a one eyed snake. It was at least six inches long in the flaccid state. The pubic hair was gray too. The scrotum was look like pink dried prunes. The man’s legs were not as nicely filled out as they must have been in his younger days. Dave was the one to bend over to suck on Bill’s cock this time. As he bobbed his head up and down the cock grew and got thicker. He was doing a good job of deep throating the old man. Bill grabbed a handful of the blond hair and pulled his head up. He said, “Honey I want you to lay on the floor for me.” Dave knew what he wanted and was willing. He slid off of the couch and lay on his back right in front of the couch on the hardwood floor. Bill dropped down to his knees between Dave’s legs and turned to Mary as she tossed him a jar of Vaseline. Bill was in a hurry so he dipped two of his fingers in the jar and wiped them around Dave’s asshole before jabbing them deep into his asshole. Then he just poked his stiffy into the jar and pulled it out with a gob of jelly on the end of his cock. He skinned back the foreskin and aimed his cock at the pink asshole and leaned his hips foreword and there was resistance to allowing the cock in until Dave relaxed and the knob slid in. The rest of the shaft slid right in until the old man’s gray hair was pressed against Dave’s ass. Bill took hold of Dave’s limp cock and held it like a saddle horn as he started rocking back and forth like an English gentleman ridding a horse at the canter. Dave was getting into the fucking and felt his cock coming to life in the man’s hand. He was enjoying the fucking but was curious what Mary was doing. When he looked in her direction he saw that her tits were still out but were being neglected because she was holding her dress up in one hand while the other hand was digging into her panties. Dave could make out that her pubic hair was as gray had her husbands. Her pussy was wet as she stabbed herself with two fingers. She was about to cum. Her eyes were glued on her husband’s cock going in and out of Dave’s ass. When she climaxed she tossed her head back and closed her eyes. The friction of Bill’s cock in his ass was rubbing his prostrate like mad. Dave climaxed and his cum flowed all over Bill’s hand as apposed to squirting. After Dave stopped flowing Bill licked his fingers and hand while he continued rocking. When he was ready he grabbed both of Dave’s thighs and thrusted as deep as he could, tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he climaxed. He stopped moving and waited until he was finished before he pulled his cock out of his ass. Dave felt a cold emptiness and knew from experience that his asshole was inflamed and gapping open. When he stood up with Bill’s help he felt cum running down the inside of his legs. They headed for the shower and washed each other. Bill took great delight in running his hands all over Dave’s body. When they were dry Marry had a homemade meal for them. They got dressed and had dinner on the veranda. They agreed that Dave should stop by for a home cooked meal at least one night a week. Dave knew the cost of the dinner and was happy to pay it. They were like sweet grandparents to him. They advised him on which guys from the bar were good people and which ones were assholes, not to be trusted. They both kissed him at the door as he did a stiff legged waddle as he walked home slowly. Dave not only found several guys that were good company at the bar he also made some interesting contacts at the dive shop. There was the doctor that owned a large power yacht that wanted private diving lessons for himself. There was also a man that brought in his two sons for diving lessons. These stories will come later. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com