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| Naked young men splashed in the surf and scampered along the beach. Others lay on the sand, tanning their bare bodies or coupling in the sun and wind. I strolled to Christopher's favorite spot, near the rocks, and found him there, lying on his back, his lithe body squirming under the penetrating thrusts of a crew-cut blond almost as muscular as me. I knelt beside the pair, dropped my towel and tanning lotion, and tousled Chris's curly hair in greeting. ``Having fun?'' **``He* is,'' Christopher said, tightening his legs around the burr-headed blond's waist, ``and I'm having fun turning him on with my hunky self.'' Chris always meant exactly what he said, but he said it with a grin that made it hard to take him seriously. ``Tom, this is Eric. He's a real hard-driving stud; you ought to try him sometime.'' Without missing a stroke, Eric looked up, said, ``Hi. This guy always talk like that?'' I laughed, then said, ``Sometimes he starts telling jokes when you're getting close. Awful jokes.'' ``Yeah?'' Eric accelerated his stroke; in a few moments he climaxed; then sat up, panting; and carefully pulled out his gleaming, still-hard prong. We sat quietly for a minute enjoying the sun and sea breeze and the warm sand under us. Eric glanced at Chris; Chris nodded. Eric stretched himself out on Chris's legs and slowly took Chris's rock-hard prong into his mouth. ``Tom,'' Chris said, reaching out to touch my stiffening prong, ``I'd like for you to do me a favor.'' ``You know I'd do anything for you, so shoot,'' I said happily as my shaft hardened. Chris suddenly looked serious, which was completely out of character for him. ``No, you mustn't do it if you don't want to.'' ``This **is* something new,'' I said, interested. ``Or is this a new approach?'' ``Tom,'' Chris said firmly, ``I think you know me too well to think that.'' I shrugged my shoulders. ``There's a young guy sitting alone on the other side of those rocks. I don't know him, but I've been watching him for some time now. He's not sure of himself -- he's not like you and me and Eric. I think he needs a push. You know what I mean, Tom.'' ``Yes, I know.'' My natural greed made me ask, ``And afterwards?'' Chris smiled. ``Of course. Meanwhile . . .'' He reached down and stroked the shoulders of the blond sucking hungrily on Chris's prong. I bent, tousled Chris's hair again, gathered my towel and lotion bottle, and straightened up. ``Later,'' Chris said. ``Bye,'' I said, and walked toward the rocks. The young man was sitting alone, motionless, staring out to sea. His hair was mouse-colored, his expression blank. When I stopped beside him, he looked up, then out to sea again. ``Mind?'' I asked. ``Uh -- no, no; go ahead.'' He patted the sand; I spread my towel and sat down beside him; together, we watched the sea. After a dozen minutes or so, I caught him stealing a glance at me. He blushed; I grinned reassuringly. ``I don't mind -- I kinda like people admiring my build.'' ``Yeah?'' ``Sure.'' I turned to face him, expanded my chest and flexed my arms. ``How's this?'' I shifted to my knees, put both hands behind my bare butt, and tensed my pectorals. ``Or this?'' I put my hands on my hips, fingers casually pointing toward my stiffening cock, and sucked in my stomach. ``You look -- great.'' ``Thanks.'' I grinned, and a comfortable flush spread through my body. I reached out with my right hand, took his left, and gently pulled his hand to my chest. ``Come on -- feel.'' And he did, gingerly at first, but with growing eagerness. His hands roamed over my chest, shoulders, sides, and on down to my thighs -- carefully avoiding my balls and my now-hard prong -- while his own prong erected to a quivering stand. ``Ready?'' I asked. ``Uh . . .'' He dropped his hands, looked down at his own virile organs. ``Okay, then.'' I pushed him back onto the sand, lowered my chest onto his thighs, and closed my mouth on the tip of his shaft. I sucked, felt his muscles go taut, then released his shaft and looked up to meet his anxious gaze. ``Just relax and make it last -- okay?'' He licked his lips and nodded wordlessly. I took his glans again, went slowly down on him, and began to work on his prong with lips and tongue. After a couple of strokes, he began to relax; after a dozen more, his muscles slowly tighened up again. |
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| I raised my head. ``Getting close?'' ``Y-yeah.'' ``Cool down a couple of minutes, then.'' He nodded, took a deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh. When he'd caught his breath, I started to work on him again. The next time I paused, he reached for my rod. ``Let me . . .'' ``Sure,'' I said, lying back on the sand. He pounced, took me down to the hilt in a single gulp. ``Hey! Not so fast,'' I growled. He pulled back, looked up. ``But . . . ?'' ``Your teeth.'' ``Oh -- sorry.'' He took me more carefully this time, awkward at first, but learning fast as he sucked with almost desperate hunger at my prong. When he had drawn me to the brink of an eruption, I eased him off and took his shaft into my mouth again. We swapped places twice more -- shorter sessions each time -- until he could hold back no longer and pumped his load down my throat. ``Wow!'' he gasped, lay breathing hard for a few moments, then eased himself onto my legs, sucked my glans into his mouth, and slowly went down on me to the hilt. This time, he worked slowly, carefully, barely grazing my shaft with his teeth; this time, he took me all the way, and sucked me dry. Later, after a long nap in the sun, I asked him, ``First time?'' ``Was it -- was I that obvious? But -- yeah, it was.'' ``Looks like you're a quick re-charge, too.'' I touched his stiffening prong. ``Just -- remembering.'' He licked his lips slowly, glanced at my own half-erect shaft. ``How 'bout -- you know -- another round?'' ``Sure -- but --'' I rolled up to my knees, reached for the bottle of lotion. ``How 'bout something different this time?'' ``Okay, but . . .'' ``Don't worry,'' I said, as I lubricated my shaft. ``It'll fit.'' ``Yeah? I hope so.'' He lay back, raised his legs, and spread his thighs. ``You sure this your first time?'' I asked, as I arched my body over his and probed with my glans. ``I've been watching -- ooof! -- what guys are doing on the beach, so -- aaah! You in?'' ``Just the head. Here comes the rest.'' ``Feels* bigger than it looks, and it looks pretty damn big already -- aah! You hit something.'' I pulled back an inch, slid in again. ``There?'' ``Yeah.'' ``Just remember that spot when you go poking around inside me,'' I said. ``Inside **you?* Hey, **wow!''* ``How 'bout you? Still okay?'' I asked, beginning a slow, deep stroke. He nodded wordlessly, squirming up against each penetrating thrust of my prong. His hands roamed across my back, then on down to my hips, urging me deeper into his clutching passage. to be continued next week ... |
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