Date: Thu, 20 May 2021 18:39:14 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: A Beach Scare --- Consequences This story includes explicit sexual chatter between teenage males. Anyone likely to feel offended by such content should quit his site at once. A Beach Scare--Consequences Another Robert, my slightly older cousin and me were good friends, All right, no mystery, the two of us had lots of good wanks together. One of my classmates said something like `boys who wank together stay together'. When he said it, we took it as a joke, but it later turned out to be pretty true as far as me & my cousin were. We were in our early teens when we had that scare at the beach, soon forgetting all about it. Not far from his school and mine was a fine open-air swimming pool. Both of us enjoyed swimming, often going there in good weather along with some of his and my classmates. I was probably just short of 16 when I happened to go to the pool alone one Saturday. In the communal changing-room for men & boys, I was in the middle of getting dried off. The only others in there at the time were an older bloke with his clothes back on, soon leaving and some noisy kids larking about under the hot shower. They quickly ran off to go swimming again. That left me and two boys. They looked like being in early teens. One of the two came up to me. He was naked, just with his towel over his shoulders. He had short bright red hair, the pale freckly skin that goes with it and quite a big patch of curly ginger hair above his cock. He looked at me closely. "Is it really you? Sure I recognised you. Bet you don't remember me? The beach, that time with me & my dog? He must have smelled you and your friend." He stuck out a hand for me to shake. "Timothy. I was 10, always got called Timmy then. Wasn't there long, just long enough to catch sight of your big hairy cocks. I'd seen my dad's but never hard same as yours. Oh! This is Peter. He's my classmate. We're both 14. We sort of found each other last year. We do stuff together, all sorts, you know." He beckoned him over to shake hands with me. He was much the same height as Timothy, darker hair, same kind of patch of curly hair above his cock. Both of them had quite long foreskins, the kind that go right over the head of the cock. I said "The other one, that was my cousin, just a little older than me." "You two did me something like a good turn that day on the beach, Rob. Once I was home, I got everything off, looking at myself in the bedroom mirror. Couldn't even see my tiny balls and even when I rubbed my cock to get it hard, it was so small. Before then, I'd never paid any attention to what I had down there. Anyway, couldn't just forget how big yours were. Thought you were only playing with each other. Needn't have worried. Everything just grew. Peter's the same. Look! Cold water in the pool makes it shrink but mine can come up really big!" He put a hand under his cock, lifting it up to let me see it and how big his balls were. "His are even bigger than mine. Pete! Let him see yours. Go on...there's nobody here except us three." Slightly reddening in the face, Peter lifted his cock up. Right enough, his balls were big. "Peter and me, we're in our school's Water Polo team. The trunks we wear to play in are real tiny, nothing like these swim shorts we had on here" pointing to them dripping on the bench. "Our coach, he's a boy who left school just last year. He makes sure our cock hair doesn't show over the top of the trunks. He lends us his electric shaver to give each other a little trim, but it soon grows up there again. Got a photo of us somewhere." He dried his hands on his towel, finding his wallet in his trouser back pocket. It was a good close-up colour photo of his team, including him, Peter, & the others, all with their arms round each other's shoulders, their coach behind them. Their trunks were so tiny they didn't cover their belly-buttons. "Taken by a photographer from the sports shop. It sponsors us and gives us these trunks & our caps. The trunks leave a mark on us. Can't wait to get them off. After a practice or a match, we all make a dash for the showers." I asked him why he was telling me all this. "Just thought you'd like to know. That day at the beach....it got me thinking about stuff. Peter & me, we're not shy about anything like that and just meeting you again after all this time, I wanted to tell you. When you see your cousin, tell him how you met Pete & me, OK? Now we need to get dressed quick. Pete's mum's going to feed us." He gave me a wave and the two of them started to get their clothes on. I did the same, finding it hard to believe a boy of 10 had remembered us after something like four years. When I saw my cousin to tell him what happened at the pool, he sniggered "Sounds like we made a big impression on him. Never thought he saw so much. Anyhow, if he was looking at himself naked in front of a mirror at age 10, it's no wonder he told you all that. Suppose he's lucky to have found a wanking buddy." (End)