The events of this story took place before AIDS and before gay activism. It
really was a simpler time. Do not misunderstand, there was a terrible
stigma attached to being "queer." But at the same time, we were more
comfortable being naked with other boys in nonsexual situations, like
locker room showers and trough urinals. In at least my experience, 
it was easy for buddies to slip into a little sexual sexperimentation 
and not worry much about it.
That kind of casual sex with other boys was a little less serious. We no
more thought of putting on a condom to do that than we would to masturbate.
However, those of us who came to love sex with other boys faced real
turmoil. Many of us had painful periods where we lived double lives.
It was the time when my generation of gays were beginning to make decisions
about their own lives; personal decisions that would impact an entire
The setting for this story is far south Texas, long before every college
student in North America discovered South Padre Island...
Stefan was my best bud. We had been best buds since junior high--Stefan and
Sean. Now we had attained the ripe age of 16. Ours was always an intimate
friendship. We shared everything from the beginning. The girls we dreamed
about, and the things we dreamed about doing. We learned to masturbate
together. We gave each other our first cock suckings. We gave each other
our first fuckings. We each had had our first female and told only each
other about it. (Mine was the mom of a friend. His was that same friend's
little sister.)
And we still occasionally shared a JO session, or more. Actually,
definitely more. Our messing around sexually had tapered off for a couple
of years, but then we got our driver's licenses.
We both loved the beach. Back then, you could rent a room at a motel with a
lighted dock for $10 a night. (A lighted dock was great for night fishing.)
Once we were old enough to drive, our dads let us drive down to South
Padre, rent a room and fish all night. Well almost all night.
We both dated girls and continued to, but we also began having sex with
each other every time we went fishing; more often than that actually. And
we went fishing a lot.
Stefan was a full head shorter than I. He had a tight compact body with
broad, well-muscled shoulders--it was almost like he had his own little set
of built in shoulder pads. His slightly shorter than average cock was a fat
one, and seemed designed just for my prostrate. There wasn't an ounce of
fat on Stefan.
I liked the way his hair tapered up his neck into his mop of hair, and I
like the way his hair formed ringlets when it got wet. I liked his fine,
blond body hairs. I liked his full lips, and the wonderful things he did
with his tongue. I liked his beautiful eyes with their long lashes. He
still had a boy's face. A very cute boy's face.
Some guys teased him that his nose was a little long, but I liked it. I
thought it made his face more interesting. It was part of who Stefan
was. And Stef was my best bud.
I was tall and lean. My cock was longer than average, a straight shaft with
a large crown. Both Stefan and I had brown hair. My hair frustrated me. At
the length I liked it, it waved and fanned like wings over and behind my
ears. Girl's liked it, but I wished it was straight. I had dark blue
eyes. Stefan's were grey.
Both Stefan and I were strong for our sizes. We were into most sports and
did lots of weights.
It was Stefan's idea to quit our summer jobs a couple of weeks early so
that we could camp out at the beach for a week before football two-a-days
started. We definitely had all the gear we needed.
My Dad loved hunting and had a big screened tent with a floor, which had
also worked well for my family at the beach. For the tent, we had two
bunk-cots. The cots were much larger in size than normal and they were
sturdy. We also had a large dining fly and a camp kitchen. My dad was all
for our using the gear and even volunteered to drive us down in his van and
pick us up later.
Since we could sleep four, Stefan and I decided to invite two other
guys. Stefan suggested I invite Aaron. I was a little surprised. Stefan and
Aaron weren't particularly friends. Even though Aaron lived two doors down
from me, he and I were just buddies. But then I remembered telling Stefan
about how Aaron and I had messed around sexually a few times.
Aaron was tall like me, but more muscular, more beefy. He was Hispanic with
thick, black hair, blazingly white teeth, and lively eyes. Aaron was
popular with girls. Only Stefan and I knew that Aaron had also enjoyed boy
sex, at least with me. Now that I thought about it, I remembered noticing
Stefan looking Aaron over in the locker room. Aaron was long in the torso
with a muscular butt and a long cock.
His high shoulders made a long taper to his very slim waist. His coloring
seemed to have a depth to it. And he had large nipples. I liked large
nipples. But it was Stefan's intentions I wondered about.
I decided that if Stefan had something in mind, I would like to invite
someone I had an interest in. So I suggested that Stefan invite his cousin,
Daniel. Daniel was medium height, taller than Stefan, and had long, very
light blond hair. It was the kind of blond that is almost white after it
grows out an inch or two but is darker at the roots. Daniel always stood
very straight and shoulders back, like they train for in the
service. Daniel stood that way naturally. He had a long neck, and
broadening shoulders. Stefan was a boy becoming a man. Daniel was a youth,
and elegantly beautiful.
Daniel wasn't into school sports much, but liked surfing and water
skiing. He had a really relaxed attitude. Perhaps that was because his dad
was our local and only psychologist and the man seemed real laid back
Daniel and I had been friendly. More importantly, Stefan had told me how he
and Daniel had messed around together on a couple of family camping trips.
We agreed to invite both Aaron and Daniel. I didn't know what all Stefan
might have in mind for this trip, but I was sure getting ideas.
So on a Sunday afternoon in August, four boys all tanned and gold from the
summer, loaded a ton of gear and food into my Dad's van and we all headed
for South Padre.
When we got there, we drove to the end of the road. There was a fishing
pier there, and you could drive down onto the beach. My dad drove down onto
the firm sand at the water's edge and we started driving up the beach.
There was an incredible number of people and cars. A gazillion little kids
were playing in the water. Families had up tarps and were grilling. We had
my dad drive at least three miles trying to get past the crowd and to
someplace a little more private. We finally passed just about all the
cars. There was one last pickup about a mile farther ahead, but we were as
far as we wanted to go.
Dad helped us set up camp. He had worked out quite a system for beach
camping that was pretty successful at keeping the sand out of the tent,
gear, and food. He helped us set up and instructed us in what to do. For
example, he put a little basin of water at the door of the tent. Each time
we wanted to enter, we stepped into the basin and washed our feet. We also
used talcum powder to cut the sand and salt from our bodies.
It took quite a while to unpack and set up camp. The sun had started to get
low. Cars began to leave the beach. Dad ate sandwiches with us, and then
left as well. He would be back Saturday morning. We sat under the dining
fly until it was completely dark. The stars were brilliant.
We couldn't see any cars close to us any more. Daniel was the first to
strip and head for the surf. We all followed, cocks swinging as we ran into
the tossing waves.
It was the first time I had seen Daniel naked. He was lightly muscled, but
well defined. His leg and back muscles were long. His butt was high and a
pleasant balance between muscle and flesh, a kind of bubble butt. When he
ran, every muscle in his legs and butt showed their working. He ran and
looked like a natural athlete.
The salt and current swept and tingled between our legs. The foam on the
waves was faintly luminescent. We played, and splashed, and body
surfed. Eventually the moon started to rise and we headed to the tent.
We stood at the entrance as Daniel stepped into the basin. I took talc and
brushed it down his shoulders, back, butt, and the back of his legs. Then I
handed him the can to finish his front as I stepped into the basin.
I stood in the basin while Daniel finished talcing his front, then he knelt
at the tent door and reached out to talc up my legs, stopping about
mid-thigh. Then he handed me the can. I finished my front and handed the
can to Stefan, who talced my back, like I had done for Daniel. We repeated
the process until we were all in the tent.
It was late, and we were tired. We simply climbed onto our bunks naked. I
had claimed a top bunk, and lay down atop it on my back, hands under the
back of my head. I listened to the surf as the night breeze caressed my
body and sensuously blew over my cock and balls. We fell asleep.
I woke the next morning to the sound of the zipper opening on the door and
gulls crying in the air. Propping up, I looked out the front of the tent to
see Daniel, buck naked still, standing with his hands on his hips, watching
the sun rise far out over the gulf, and taking one hell of a whiz.
Crazy hoot, I thought and looked nervously up and down the beach through
the screen windows. There was no one. The last cars had left in the night
and there was literally no one within sight. We could barely even see the
fishing pier in the distance.
I scrambled out. Daniel was just shaking off the last drops. Damn he looked
good in the daylight. Smooth skin, nicely rounded butt, and healthy
looking, uncut cock. My own, cut cock, was still "semi" from morning
wood. I stepped up next to Daniel as I cut loose my own healthy
stream. "Morning, Dan."
"Morning," he smiled back at me, and gave an obvious look at my cock.
"Feel like breakfast," I asked, smiling.
He laughed and said, "Not yet," and he headed into the surf.
I headed in after. We floated and chatted between the breakers. Dan had a
great smile and he used it a lot. We were sort of sitting/floating side by
side. Our hands and heels rested on the sandy bottom while our bodies rose
and fell with the swells. Our shoulders brushed together.
I tried to be cool, stealing glances at his cock and balls floating in the
swells. When I noticed Daniel looking openly at mine, I relaxed and looked
just as obviously at his. We both started getting hard, while talking about
fishing, and beachcombing and all the other things we planned to do; well
almost all the other things.
Stefan emerged from the tent. He stretched gloriously in the morning
sunlight. He held the stretch a long time, as if he knew how beautiful he
was. Then he stepped a few feet from the tent and repeated after Daniel and
I our morning ritual, pissing a hands-free, long, glistening stream.
I was hoping I would get soft by the time Stefan made it out to us, but he
headed for the dining fly instead. He stepped in, and then stepped out,
looking for us. He finally noticed us in the surf, and headed our way. Both
Daniel and I began moving around and swimming to hide and ease our
Aaron joined us shortly, stopping knee deep in the surf to piss in our
direction. We cussed him out and threw some seaweed at him.
After about an hour's swim, we all headed for the dining fly. We began to
fix a breakfast. No one bothered to put on even a swim suit. Though we did
put on our Polaroids.
It became our standard dress in camp--naked except for shades.
We washed up dishes after breakfast and closed everything up to keep out
sand crabs and seagulls. Then we applied sunscreen to each other's
backs. It was just sort of assumed that Stefan and I would do each other's;
we were best buds. I caressed Stefan's back, enjoying every muscle and bone
as I greased him down to his butt. He returned the favor, just as
lovingly. Fortunately, I thought, we both stayed soft.
Aaron applied the lotion to Daniels back with about the same technique and
care as Aaron used to brush down his horse, using rough, long
strokes. Daniel was more thorough, working the lotion well into Aarons
Then we all put on swim suits, old shoes, shirts, shades, and hats. We
gathered our fishing gear and headed across the island to the bay side. The
island was only about 200 yards across at that point.  We spent the rest of
the morning chasing mullet to the shore and using them for cut bait. The
water is really shallow along that side of the island. We waded pretty far
out and were only knee deep. That morning, we got plenty of mullet, but
caught nothing.
We went back for a light lunch. While we were eating, county workers came
by. They were cleaning up from the weekend. One young guy was working
without a shirt, his torso glistening with sweat in the son. I noticed we
all watched him working. They worked a little past us and then returned up
the beach. That was the last we were to see anyone else in our area until
It was getting warm, even with the sea breeze. The workers had left. We
stripped and swam in the surf for a while. Then we headed for the tent to
get out of the sun and to rest.
As we went through our basin and talc routine, I jokingly asked Stefan to
check for me to see if I got all the sand off my cock, and held it up for
him to examine. Daniel joked and asked me to make sure he got all the sand
out of his butt crack. Aaron then jokingly said, "I don't know what you two
guys have in mind, but sand could definitely make it uncomfortable."
We all guffawed and I slapped Stefan's ass as he bent to enter the tent
before me. Daniel slapped mine when I entered before him, but when his turn
came, he dodged in quickly before Aaron could pop his butt.
We rested. That afternoon, we put on shorts and hiked up to the fishing
pier where we bought ice cream bars and sat on a bench in the
shade. Finally, we bought a little frozen shrimp and headed back to
camp. Once there, we stripped, this time applying plenty of sun screen to
our whiter areas.
Aaron, Stefan, and I geared up and surf-fished with the frozen bait. Daniel
sat at the water's edge, scooping out hollows in the sand and looking for
small animals in the water that flowed in. We caught a couple of fish that
we threw back. I finally stuck my pole in the sand and went to sit by
Daniel. I caught Stefan frowning at me. Was he a little jealous?
Daniel's cock was lying invitingly over his leg, thick and lovely. It
looked a little pink. The other guys were looking away at the moment, so I
reached out and lightly pressed Daniel's cock. When I released my pressure,
the skin was briefly white before flushing again. Daniel looked up at me
quizzically. "I think you are getting a little burned there." I explained.
"Hmmm," he said, and pulled my cock out across my leg. "You look a little
red too."
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Stefan saw that last move. He
did not look happy. I made a point of looking up at him and calling out, "I
think our cock's are getting sunburned guys. Maybe we ought to put on suits
for a while. After all, it's just the first day our little weenies are
getting their freedom."
We all retreated to the dining fly where we had left our suits. As we
slipped them on, Stefan gave me a sideways glance that wasn't as friendly
as usual. So once we had our suits on, I invited Stefan to head up the
beach, beachcombing with me.
That brightened him. We both liked beachcombing and tried to outdo each
other on the beauty and count of the shells we found. After applying fresh
sunscreen and tucking handkerchiefs under the back of our hats to cover our
necks, we headed out. As we walked, we talked, mainly about the football
season coming up.
You move slowly when you beach comb, yet after an hour our camp was barely
visible through the beach haze. We headed back.
"Sean," Stefan asked, "you like Daniel, don't you?"
"Sure," I answered, "he's cool."
"No, I mean, like him; like, you know--are you wanting to be friends. Like
you and I are?"
I glanced at him. Stefan and I had always talked like we believed we were
straight. In our minds, I think we at least thought we might just be
bi. But now Stefan was sounding a little like a jealous boy friend.
"Well, shit, Stef," I answered, and I put my arm around his shoulder, "you
and I are best buds; always have been. Daniel's just a nice guy. Hell, he's
your cousin. Don't you like him."
"Yeah, I like him," Stefan answered, leaning a little into me. "Do you want
to fuck him?"
"Well that was blunt," I thought. I started to lie, but Stefan looked up
into my eyes, and I couldn't. "Well damn it, Stef, he does have a nice
ass. After all, you've fucked him," I said accusingly.
"And," I added, "Aaron and I have fucked. You don't seem too worried about
that. In fact," I stopped walking and he turned to face me, "I think you'd
like to fuck Aaron."
Stefan gave me a lopsided smile and shook his head. "Yeah, sorry,
Sean. Guess I was sounding jealous, huh?"
"Yep," I nodded, "but we're buds, always. You can fuck the shit out of
Aaron as far as I'm concerned. Just be careful if he wants to fuck you
back. The guy's cock is huge."
"You should know," Stefan replied ruefully.
"You shit head," I grinned and took a step toward him. He turned to run. I
followed, but he had a lead. We ran laughing in and out of the
surf. Finally, I caught him from behind. Gripping him with a bear-hug grip
around his gut, I hefted him up, squeezing hard.
"Aaaaagh!" he yelled, and I let go. He dropped to his feet in front of me,
and I swatted his butt.
Then I put my arm around his shoulder. "Buds?" I asked.
He put his own arm around my shoulder and ruefully rubbed his butt with his
free hand. "Buds."
When we got back to camp, Aaron and Daniel were cooking a couple of trout
Aaron caught. They were excellent.
After supper, we all sat at the water's edge and talked while the sun set
and the stars came out. It had been a full day, and we were a little tired
and a little sunburned. Before heading to bed, we all stripped and left our
clothes in the dining fly. Then we rinsed in the surf and headed back to
the tent.
We had refreshed the water in the basin. Stefan stepped in first and I
talced his shoulders and then down his back. Aaron and Daniel were facing
the surf, watching the moon rise. My hands caressed Stefan's butt and
spread talc between his legs. He spread his legs a little and I talced the
back of his balls and inner thighs. Then I squatted and did his legs up and
down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daniel turn and watch a moment,
then turn back.
As I came up the front of his legs, I snuck a look at Aaron and
Daniel. They were both facing the surf. I talced Stefan's balls and his now
hard cock. I stroked it a couple of times. Then I swatted his butt and he
bent over and entered the tent.
I was talcing my front when Stefan's reached out from the tent. He had
another talc can and gave my legs the same treatment I had given him. He
had started on my balls and cock when Daniel turned our way. "Here, I'll
get your back," he offered. Stefan's hands pulled back into the tent.
As I heard Stefan move to his cot, Daniel took the talc can and began a
lightly sweeping down my shoulders, back, and butt. Aaron stepped away and
we could see him pissing into the surf. Daniel surprised me by reaching his
hands around and talcing my cock and balls, giving a final squeeze before
giving me the "all done" butt swat.
I entered the tent. Stefan was lying on his stomach. I was planning to do
the same to hide my own wood. But before climbing up onto my cot, I ran a
loving hand over Stefan's firm little butt, feeling the fine little body
hairs, "Good night, buddy," I said.
Once we were all in our beds, we talked about the day. At one point, Stefan
said he was sunburned and complained that it was warm in the tent. The
problem was that the screen window did not extend all the way down the
wall. The bottom of the window was a little above Stefan's cot.
"It's too bad you don't have a top cot," I teased, "It's breezy and cool up
"Fuck you!" Stefan called up.
"You wish," I answered.
"I'm coming up," Stefan declared, "it's hot down here. If you've got
breeze, you've got to share it."
I already mentioned that the cots were oversized; I was able to scoot over
as Stefan tossed up his pillow and climbed in beside me. We were both lying
on our stomachs. Our faces were inches apart. His eyes and teeth gleamed in
the faint light that made its way into the tent. It was pretty dark. I
quietly ran a hand over Stefan's butt.
>From across the tent, I heard Aaron call down from the top bunk to Daniel,
"Danny, if it's hot down there, you can climb up with me." I heard Daniel
moving up, and felt my own little pang of jealousy.
I was sliding my hand up and down Stefan's butt crack. His hand was doing
the same to mine. From across the tent there was movement and giggling in
the upper cot.
In the past, Stefan and I had taken turns being "top". I decided it was my
turn. I extracted a tube of KY I had secreted in my pillow and began
rubbing a little into Stefan's butt. "Here?" he hissed at me.
"Look," I told him, nodding toward the other guys. They were now both on
their backs. Though the light was faint, we could see them stroking each
other. I rolled Stefan onto his side, back to me. He did not resist. I
greased my cock and moved up to him. He pushed his butt back toward me, and
I placed my cock head at his butt hole. Then I slowly worked my cock
in. Both Stefan and I were stifling groans. I reached in front and clasped
his cock.
We began to move. When we did, the cot began to creak. As we moved faster,
the cot began to get really noisy.
There was laughter from the other cot. "Hey," called Aaron, "You guys using
lube, or sand? If it's lube, we need some too."
I tossed it to them, and then wrapped my arms around Stefan's waist. I
cupped his balls and cock as I began really humping. Soon, across the tent,
I could see Aaron's butt rising and falling over Daniel's prone body. Their
cot was as noisy as ours. I heard Aaron say, "You really need to try out
for the team, Daniel. You're a great tight end."
It was the first time I'd heard the joke and thought it was funny. Stefan
Stefan and I began spooning well. He pressed his butt back each time I
pressed forward, and ground myself into him. His hands joined mine on his
cock, where we squeezed and stroked.
Groans and moans from across the tent joined ours. The creaking of both
cot/bunks threatened to drown out the surf. The pace on both cots was
"Oh, yeaaaaaah," Aaron called out as he arched his back, and came.
Stefan was next, shooting cum over the side of the cot and onto the
floor. His butt, spasming in orgasm took me with him, and I shot up into
him deeply.
I didn't know if Daniel had cum, but the movement and noise on both cots
subsided, and we all eventually fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I had to take piss. As quietly as I
could, I crawled down and snuck out of the tent. While I was pissing,
Daniel came quietly up beside me, "I have to too," he said and started his
own stream.
I leaned toward him. "That was cool tonight," I commented, just loudly
enough for him to hear me over the surf.
"Hell yes," he answered.
"Did you get to cum?" I asked as I shook off the last drops of my piss.
"Naw, but that's cool. It was good," he answered.
"But not fair," I said, and I turned toward him. He was all white and
silver in the moonlight. The wind was blowing through his hair. The sky was
black and blanketed with stars behind him. He turned to look at me, and his
eyes sparkled. He was very beautiful.
I stepped forward and cupped his butt with my hand. "I can help," I said.
He smiled.
I replaced his hand on his cock with mine, and stoked off the last drops of
piss. He became hard. His cock was long and thick. It felt good in my hand
as I slid the loose skin back and forth over his hard rod.
He leaned sideways against me, as I stroked his cock with one hand and
caressed his back and butt with my other. We watched the moonlight on the
surf, and the waves march in; we felt the evening breeze flow over our
bodies. His hand found my hardening cock and we stroked together.
But his passion began to take him and he released my cock as his hands
clutched his balls and inner thighs. I rubbed my cock on his hip as the
sea, the sky, the wind, and I made love to Daniel.
I lost track of the time, stroking and rubbing in a syncopated rythm with
the waves. Then Daniel moaned softly as his cock began to throb and several
shots of cum squirted out across the wet sand.
I stroked him long after he was done, and only slowed as he softened. I
could feel him relaxing against me. As my hand continued to stroke his
back, I moved my hand from his cock to mine, turning slightly to free my
cock from his hip. Our bodies stayed together. His arm moved behind me and
caressed my butt.
I stroked myself to climax as we stood side-by-side. It was a gentle
orgasm. The breeze blew a few small drops of cum back on us.
I patted his butt. "Thanks," he said, smiling at me. We returned to the
tent. Both Aaron and Stefan were breathing deeply, asleep. I climbed in
again beside Stefan and he snuggled against me.
Sleep took me, as I draped my arm over his back.
The next day, we tidied up camp and walked down to the end of the paved
road. From there, we hitch-hiked to the southern tip of the Island, where
there was a surfboard rental. A Mexican family gave us a ride most of the
way. It was a husband and wife and two small kids from Monterrey. Not
surprisingly Aaron conversed easily with them in Spanish. What was
surprising was that Daniel took full part in the conversation as well. My
Spanish was good enough to know that Daniel's Spanish was more like the
family's Monterrey Spanish than Aaron's border dialect.
We spent most of the day at the south tip, buying soda and sandwiches and
resting in the shade of a pavilion at lunch. Daniel was a really good
surfer. The surf was "up" and a bit choppy. (Someone said there was a storm
in the gulf.)  Stefan had trouble doing very well Aaron and I were
beginning to get the hang of it and began to really enjoy ourselves. By the
time we hitchhiked back, it was late afternoon.
Nevertheless, we were hot and sweaty by the time we made it back to
camp. So we shucked clothes and cooled off in the surf. Aaron's dad had a
butcher shop and he had brought some great steaks that we pan broiled for
supper, along with hashbrowns in butter.
After dark, we lit our two lanterns, slipped on suits, and headed across
the Island with gigs. (Gigs are pole with double or triple prongs,
sometimes barbed, at the end. They are used to "gig" or jab crabs or fish.)
We were going to gig along the bay shallows for flounder, a really tasty
flat fish.
Once on the bay side, Aaron and Daniel headed left, down the island. Stefan
and I turned right and up the island. The trick was to hold the lantern low
as you walked through water up to your knees, gig in hand. >From time to
time, you would come across what looked like a large footprint in the
sand. You would gig it. If it was a flounder, there would be an instant
thrashing and boiling in the water. You would push the gig forward and up
to bring the flounder without losing it. Then you'd put it on a stringer
tied to your belt, and move on.
That was the idea, at least. We saw more stingrays than flounder, but
managed to get a couple of good sized keepers as we made a long circle and
worked our way back. As we approached the other guys, I could see that it
was Daniel carrying the lantern. The way he held it, the light bathed his
legs. They were very good legs. I realized how much I wanted him.
They had a couple of flounder too. We trekked back across to camp and
stripped before doing the messy job of scaling, gutting and gilling the
fish. Afterward, we bagged them and put them into an icebox. Then we
cleaned up in the surf, floating on swells between breakers and admiring
the moonlit sky and sea.
As we all headed up toward the tent, it was Aaron who suggested, "Hey, you
guys want to do a four way?"
Well I had thought I was tired, but that perked me up. There was a lot of
good natured kidding about who would fuck who. As we did our cleaning up at
the tent door, everyone talced everyone all over. All over. We were all
rock hard by the time we were into the tent.
Stefan and I had been the first to enter. He immediately began to feel up
my back. I handed him the KY and placed my hands on my upper cot and leaned
forward. He was lubing me as Aaron came in. I felt Stefan put his hands on
my hips, aiming his cock at my butt. He slowly pushed in. His thick cock
felt good. It began rubbing some "right spots."
But then Stefan held still and I realized that Aaron was entering
him. Daniel had come into the tent, and I expected him to go to the "end of
the line" and have his pleasure with Aaron. Instead, he moved between me
and the cot and rubbed his firm butt against me. He had gotten the lube
from Aaron and applied some to his crack, then firmly onto my cock.
By this time, Stefan's hands on my hips were jerking me back and forth as
he and Aaron were both trying to fuck at the same time. Getting plugged
into Daniel was going to be a challenge.
I gripped him by the hip bones and tried to aim, but kept poking him all
over his butt. He reached behind and grabbed my cock, trying to guide me
in. Almost by accident, everybody moved in the right direction at the right
time and I impaled Daniel, in one abrupt stab.
He cried out.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," I said, holding him tightly to me, buried to the
"It's ok," he answered through clenched teeth.
I just held us together while Daniel relaxed and the bouncing from behind
provided all the movement we needed. I felt Stefan's forehead rest heavily
on my back. I wasn't sure how much he was moving and how much all the
movement was coming from Aaron who seemed to be fucking pretty hard. I did
not envy Stefan with all that cock pounding up his butt.
Stefan came out once. Then plunged back in. That was a new sensation. So
was having a thick cock in my butt at the same time a tight ass gripped my
own cock. Despite the bouncing, I liked it.
Soon Aaron ws crying out his pleasure and basically fucking all three of us
at once with his hard pounding. He made one last cry, and stopped.
After a moment, he pulled out and then Stefan began pounding. Again, I just
tried to hold onto Daniel. I put an arm around his waist and held him
tightly to me while I used my other hand to cup his balls and stroke his
cock. He had gone semi. I brought him back up hard
Soon Stefan was pumping hard and fast. The stimulation to my butt was
terrific. Since he was shorter, he was up on his toe and pushing down on my
butt with his hands as his piston him into me. He began groaning, and soon
I felt him shooting deeply into me. His cock was hitting my prostrate just
right and I began moving in and out of Daniel.
I came while Stefan was still in me and held Daniel hard against me as I
filled him up. Aaron had already crawled into his bed. When Stefan pulled
out, he crawled into mine.
Daniel was still rock hard in my hand. As I pulled out of him, I turned us
both around and back onto him. He easily entered my well lubed and loosened
butt. His cock was much longer than Stefan's. I liked the deep feeling. He
grabbed my hips and pounded into me. The sensations were delicious, and I
stayed hard.
"Oh, yeah, Oh, yeah" he began saying over and over as he built to a
climax. "Oh, hellllllll, yeaaaaaah," he cried as I felt him plant his seed
deep into me.
We slowly unbent our bodies and straightened up, still pressed together at
the cock; sweating, and panting. He was still in me, his arms on my hips. I
felt his forehead rest on the back of my neck as he pulled in one long
slide out of me. Stefan was lying on his back, watching us, and
stroking. Aaron was asleep on his stomach, facing away.
As Daniel and I separated, I stepped over to Stefan and place my hand on
his thigh. "I need to go wash up. Want to come?"
"No," he looked at me vacantly. "I'm tired. I think I'll just sleep."
I patted his leg. "Sleep good, bud."
Daniel followed me out. "I need to clean up too," he explained when I
looked back. I smiled and trotted down to the water. He caught up and we
ran into the surf together until the water reached our waist.
I was scrubbing my front when I felt Daniel's hand rubbing my butt crack
clean. "Thanks," I said.
As he rubbed, he leaned his body against mine and spoke into my ear, "You
know, I have always liked you. You're the coolest guy in school."
"Yeah," I said back. "I've always liked you too. You're a cool dude."
"No," he said, his face inches from mine, "I mean really, really liked
I looked into his eyes. He leaned forward and put his lips on mine. I'd
never kissed a boy before. His arms went around me and pulled our bodies
together. His mouth opened and his tongue entered my mouth. I sucked it,
and then pushed my tongue into his mouth. It was hot.
My arms went around his and we embraced hard, kissing deeply. The surf
gently swayed our bodies and washed our balls together. Our cocks were
pinned between us. We found each other's butts and pulled ourselves
together where it felt best. We were both getting hard, and our kisses were
heating up.
I broke for air. The thought came that Stefan might see us. Stepping out of
the embrace, I began scrubbing Daniel's butt clean with one hand and his
cock with the other. Then I said into his ear, "I really, really like you,"
and I kissed his cheek.
When we returned to the tent, Stefan was asleep. I crawled in on my
stomach, beside him. In the night I woke up to find Stefan with an arm and
a leg thrown over me, his hard cock was rubbing up and down against my butt
cheek. I opened my eyes to find him staring at my face. His own face showed
his rising orgasm. I smiled and freed my arm to drape it over his back. As
I fell back asleep, I felt his warm cum squirting up my side.
The next morning, there were rain clouds off shore that hid the
sunrise. The air was cooler. At breakfast we watched the clouds move
in. Rain swept across the island. We all went out and let the rain wash our
bodies with fresh water. It was cool and invigorating. But it passed
The clouds began passing over the island and holding their rain to drop
inshore. The air stayed cool, but humid. Since we were tired and felt lazy,
we sat chatting and dried off in the dinning fly.
We talked about our favorite topic of the time, football. Aaron, Stefan,
and I had all made the varsity. Aaron was making an earnest attempt to talk
Daniel into trying out for the team. Daniel wasn't really
interested. Instead, he wanted to talk about surfing.
Stefan groaned. "I'm sore from yesterday," referring to our day of surfing.
"Tell you what," I said. "I'll swap you back rubs."
"Cool." He brightened, and stood up, "come on."
We went to the tent. "I'll do you first," he said. Then smiled impishly,
"That way, I can stay lying down and relaxed when you're done with me."
"Fine, but I think we need to use your cot. There's more headroom."
So I lay down on my stomach on Stefan's cot. We were both still naked, and
I felt his balls and soft cock come to rest on me as Stefan sat down on my
butt. He had picked up some lotion and began applying it to my back.
Daniel and Aaron came into the tent. "You guys had a good idea," explained
Aaron, as he lay down on the other lower cot.
Stefan gives good back rubs. His hands started low on my back and worked up
the long muscles along my spine. As he approached the spot between my
shoulder blades, he skipped up to begin massaging my shoulders and started
working back down my back. By then, his cock was hard and I could feel it
sliding around on me as he worked.
I looked over at Aaron and Daniel. Aaron's eyes were closed and there was a
blissful smile on his face. It was hard to tell, but looked like Daniel was
I closed my eyes and enjoyed Stefan's hands at work. He slowly worked back
down my back, Next, he used the heel of his hands to push in and slide up
my back muscles from their base in my butt to my shoulders. He did that
several times.
>From the other cot, Aaron purred, "Damn you're good Dan."
"I'm just watching and doing what Stef's doing to Sean. He's the one who's
Stefan's hands did a firm crab walk down my ribs. Then I felt him slide his
butt down between my legs, his cock dragging down my crack. The tip came to
rest on the back of my scrotum as Stefan began to knead the muscles of my
butt, giving them a deep massage.
With my legs still spread, Stefan knelt between them. Beginning with my
calves, he worked up my legs, alternating back and forth between right and
left. When he reached the tops of my thighs, his hands brushed the back of
my balls several times and massaged my perineum. I became really hard.
He could tell by the hardness between my legs. He slapped my butt. "All
done. My turn"
"Asshole," I thought, "for stopping there."
We changed positions and I sat down on Stefan's butt, making it a point to
rub my heavy balls and cock over it. Stefan had a fine back, with fine
golden body hairs rising up his spine from his slim, round ass and fanning
out like a fountain of flying gold mist. His muscles were firm and
tight. His skin was soft and smooth.
I gave him the same treatment he had given me. I looked across at Aaron
sitting atop Daniel's butt. Aaron and I were a matched set. We both were
sprouting full erections that pointed out long and high over the backs of
our patients. We smiled at each other as Aaron mimicked my moves on Stefan.
I smiled mischievously, "Here's my own special treatment Stefan." I slid
just behind Stefan's butt and began pulling up and releasing my hard cock
to slap his ass. As if it was a treatment, I twisted back and forth
slapping my hard cock all over his butt and enjoying the ripple created by
each whack.
Aaron was doing the same, and Daniel was chuckling. "That really doesn't
feel bad," he quipped.
"Hey," said Aaron, "why don't we do another four way?"
The rest of us groaned in unison. "Easy for you to say," I answered, "you
had a good time. The rest of us had a hell of a bumpy ride. It was like you
fucked all three of us."
Aaron threw back his head and laughed, "I'm not that long guys."
"I've been thinking," Stefan said from where he lay under me. "We could do
a daisy chain. I' heard of those with guys and girls, but you could do it
with just guy; where you sort of form a circle, each guy blowing the guy in
front of him."
"Uh uh," protested Aaron, "I'm not gonna suck anybody's cock. I'm no
Stefan looked like he had been slapped in the face. "You ass," I thought
looking at Aaron, "you fuck, you jack, you probably would love to be sucked
off." Aloud I said, "I don't give a fuck, I've sucked a guy's cock before,
it's no big shit." Stefan and I had sucked each other off several times. I
imagined Stefan had with Daniel. Begrudgingly I realized that Aaron and I
had only fucked and jacked.
"Hell, I don't mind either," said Daniel.
Stefan was quiet.
"Look," said Daniel, why don't Sean and I do a 69, and if you guys are nice
and pay us back later, you can butt fuck us. That way we can do a four way
and not worry about trying to stay all coordinated."
"Sounds, good to me," said Aaron, stroking his cock over Daniel's back.
Watching Stefan for his reaction, I said, "I'm game."
"Sure," said Stefan, "Let's do it. I get to fuck Daniel."
Well that was a surprise and I shot Stefan a questioning look, but he
avoided my eyes as we all got up from the cots. "Oh, great," I thought. "I
get to get fucked by horse cock." But then I thought back. It had been
about a year since Aaron and I had last messed around, but he had always
been careful to take things slow and not hurt. Of course his cock had grown
in that last year.
Daniel and I lay down onto our sides on the floor of the tent in a classic
69 position. I forgot the roughness of the sandy canvas as I got my first
close up view of Daniels thick cock and balls. "This could be really nice,"
I thought.
My hands tested the heft of Daniel's equipment. The balls were big and
loose in his ballsack. His cock was almost hard and already long. It had a
nice thickness. A vein stood out on top, extending from the crown to the
base. I skinned his cock back. His cockhead was a bright pink (and not from
the sun). His balls and cock were just the slightest bit tan and pink. He
had only a small patch of blondish pubic hair. His legs and belly were
hairless and smooth.
While Aaron and Stefan stood over us stroking, I rolled Daniel's balls in
one hand and took his cock in my other. His hands were doing the same to
me. "Hey, Sean," he said, "you've got some red pubes. That's cool."
"Pluck 'em," Aaron instructed.
"Like hell," I answered.
I licked Daniel's crown and shuddered as Daniel's tongue swirled over
mine. My hand skinned him back as my mouth and tongue washed and caressed
his cock head. I moaned into his cock as incredible sensations came up from
my own cock.
Daniel smelled of sea and sweat. His cock tasted salty from the water. It
felt good in my mouth and his balls filled my hand.
As I began to move my mouth up and down Daniel's cock, I felt Aaron's hand
on my hip as he lay down behind me. Stefan was lying down behind Daniel. As
Aaron lubed my crack, I concentrated on Daniel and tried to forget what was
about to enter my butt hole.
Aaron lifted my upper leg with one hand. That spread me open and he could
see clearly as he placed his cock against my sphincter. At the same time,
Daniel pulled my bottom leg forward to rest his head on, and pushed his own
bottom leg forward for me to rest my head on. I helped hold my leg up for
Aaron as I felt his cock head enter.
Daniel's hand began massaging between my legs. Between his tongue, mouth,
and hands, I was well distracted. Aaron's cock caused only a momentary
discomfort. Aaron had lubed his cock and my ass well, and he slid in in one
long slow stroke. It wasn't bad. In fact, with my cock well into Daniel's
mouth and Daniel's hands all over my balls and between my legs, Aaron's
cock in my butt started feeling damn good.
Daniel laid his upper leg back over Stefan's. When Aaron released my leg, I
did the same, laying my upper leg back over Aaron's. Now both Daniel and I
were spread open a little, which gave us each good access to the other's
goods as well as a good view of the action from behind.
I tried to return Daniel's favors by caressing his balls, between his legs,
and his inner thighs. And I took his cock into my mouth as far as I could.
At one point, I started to gag, but it turned into something else as my
throat opened and I found my lips around the base of Daniels cock. He
groaned. I relaxed my throat.
I could tell Stefan was pumping Daniel from behind now; Daniel's cock began
poking down my throat. Daniel's and my bellies and chests pressed
together. Aaron's arms wrapped around me from behind and his strong arms
held our bodies together. The sensations I was feeling from a full butt and
well-sucked cock were overwhelming me. I was lost in waves of sensations
from all over my body. And the smell.
It was humid; we were beginning to sweat. From between their legs, both
Daniel's and Stefan's scents filled my nostrils. As Stefan's thrusts pushed
Daniel far down my throat, his balls came forward to my nose. The boy smell
was thick and arousing.
I was becoming mindless, my body pressed between two lovely bodies, my
mouth full of boy, my butt swelled full and my prostrate squeezed, hands on
my balls and between my legs, my own hands making love to Daniel's balls
and legs, and a hot moist mouth and tongue moving up and down my cock.
I lost track of time. I wanted to go on and on, but felt my orgasm coming
way too soon. I could see Daniel's balls tightening up too. I began moaning
louder, trying to signal Daniel to slow down, that I was getting close. But
my moans only mixed with all the others' and Daniel did not slow at
all. Besides he really had no choice. Aaron was driving the rhythm at that
end, just as Stefan was driving it at ours.
My orgasm rose violently as Daniel and Aaron ripped it out of me. I
climaxed hard and over several spurts. I was still cuming as Daniel emptied
into my own throat. His cum had a mild, almost sweet taste, much better
than Stefan's.
As I thought of Stefan, I moved my hands, which had just been working on
Daniel to include Stefan's balls and legs. His pace quickened. Daniel had
done the same to Aaron and he was now really pounding my butt. Sweat poured
off all our bodies.
Stefan came next, and thrust deep into Daniel as he squirted into him. Then
Aaron drove deeply into me as I felt his warm fluid spill inside. The moans
died down. The poundings slowed. Limp cocks slid from mouths and butts. We
all lay a moment, relaxing and cooling down.
Aaron was the first to speak. "If we keep this up, we're all going to turn
queer," he mildly chastised.
"It's all the fresh salt air," I joked.
"Fuck you," said Stefan with surprising feeling, "I'm no queer."
"Damn, just joking, Stefan," Aaron apologized. "Did I hit a nerve?"
"Shit!" Stefan shot back.
"Relax," said Daniel. "My dad's told me before that it's normal for guys
our age and younger to mess around together. We're just horny 16 year olds
getting our rocks off."
"I've already fucked girls," continued Stefan, not hearing a word Daniel
said. "Haven't I, Sean?"
We were all more or less on our backs now, just talking and relaxing. That
is, all relaxing except for Stefan.
"One girl," I corrected.
"Yeah, but three different times," he clarified.
"Who was that?" asked Aaron.
"None of your business," Stefan shot back. I was thinking that Stefan would
have been only too glad to say except that the girl was four years younger
than him. He wouldn't get many points for that.
"Have you fucked any girls, Sean?" Aaron asked.
It was funny, but somehow I could tell Daniel was really listening for the
answer to that question, but before I could say anything, Stefan said,
"Sean's fucked a grown woman."
"No shit," exclaimed Aaron with obvious interest.
"Yeah, somebody's mom," Stefan boasted for me.
"Shut up, Stef," I said angrily. Damn, he was talking too much.
"I'm going to rinse off," I said, getting up.
"How many girls have you fucked, Aaron?" Stefan asked.
"Four," he replied proudly. I wasn't sure how much I believed that.
Daniel was getting up too and brushing off. As he followed me out of the
tent, Stefan asked rather tauntingly, "Hey cousin, have you fucked a girl,
"One," answered Daniel simply, "I just never told you about it." We went
out to the surf.
The four of us passed the afternoon swimming and hiking to the pier for an
ice cream bar. After supper we played cards under lantern light in the
dining fly. Scratching our naked, sweaty crotches as we played and smelling
up the cards wonderfully. (I used those cards a lot for solitaire after
We took a final moonlight swim and piss before going to bed. We each slept
in our own cot that night.
The next morning, after breakfast, Aaron asked if I wanted to run with him
down the beach and maybe take a dip in one of the hotel pools. The idea
really appealed. I loved running on the beach. To be able to get away as
well and the idea of a swim in fresh water sounded great. Aaron announced
our intentions to the others, but Stefan was working on one of the lanterns
and Daniel was chasing land crabs. Neither seemed interested.
Aaron had a little backpack/kit that he put his razor, shave cream,
toothpaste, and toothbrush into. He also threw in a shirt. He allowed me to
do the same. We thought we might run as far as one of the public restrooms
down the beach and get a real shave and clean mouth.
We slipped on swim shorts and running shoes and took off. We ran ligthly
and easily along the firm sand at the water's edge. We began in silence,
but slowly started chatting as we caught our wind.
Out of the blue, Aaron asked, "What's it like to get a blow job?"
"What," I asked, "all those girls and none have given you head?"
"Don't be an ass hole."
"You're the one who's an asshole. All that shit yesterday about not being a
cocksucker, and you've never even had your own cock sucked once. You've got
Stefan all worried now about being queer," I accused.
He smiled as we ran. "You guys did look really hot sucking each other's
cocks," he admitted.
"You'd like it," I said matter-of-factly.
"Give me a blow job and let me see," he offered.
"No way, man. You want me to suck your cock, you're going to have to suck
mine at the same time."
As we ran, I added, "Yeah, man. You'd like the feel of that tongue on your
cock crown, and those lips tight around your cock, skinning it back,
stroking up and down. Oh yeah."
We both had to adjust our cocks in our shorts as we ran.
"Just suck it a little," he pleaded. "Let me see what it's like."
"Nope. You want me to suck you; you have to suck me at the same
time. Besides, I'm the one who's circumcised. No messy scema."
"What?" he asked.
"The stuff under your foreskin when you don't clean. Have you been washing
nicely," I asked in a teasing voice.
"I'm sure I could use come cleaning," Aaron wisecracked.
"All we have to do is run behind one of these dunes, man," I told him, "We
do a little sixty-nine. You find out why everybody loves getting their cock
sucked. It will be fun."
He was silent. I thought he was trying to think up some smart
answer. Instead, he said, "OK, but you can't tell anybody if we do this."
"Cool," I said.
"I mean it. Not even your fuck buddy, Stefan."
"You got it," I reassured him and left the water's edge, drifting toward
the dunes. Aaron followed.
Once hidden behind the dunes, we stopped and I told Aaron, "Give me your
pack." He handed it to me and I laid it down in a good spot. Then I dropped
my swim shorts to my ankles, my cock springing free, pointing an invitation
direct at Aaron. Aaron took it. Smiling and stroking me.
His hand felt good on my cock, and I gave a little moan. But I kept my mind
on business. "This is going to be real hard to keep sand out of things," I
warned him, "but it won't be near the fun if we don't. So don't kick up
any, OK."
He nodded and released my cock as I laid carefully down on my back. The
sand was still cool. The sun had not climbed very high yet. I used Aaron's
pack as a pillow and kept my knees bent up in order to keep my legs off the
sand. My long, hard cock lay flat, pointing straight up my belly.
I instructed Aaron to come around and stand behind me and drop his
shorts. He got the idea, and knelt with a knee on each side of my head. His
balls and long cock were right over my face. I reached up and rubbed them
and between his legs. "You have to do the same things for me that I do for
you, OK?" I asked.
He pulled his butt back a little to be able to look into my eyes. "Sure,"
he smiled.
I continued to rub his cock and balls. "Well?"
"Oh," he said, and bent forward, putting his weight onto his elbows on
either side of me. I felt his hands begin rubbing my cock and balls.
I skinned him back and pulled down his cock to lick the crown.
"Oh shit," he said.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. That felt great. Don't stop."
"Well keep up with me and I won't stop." I told him.
Again, I licked over his crown. This time I felt him lick mine. Damn, it
did feel good.
Then I put my mouth over his cock head. He did the same. I began to move my
head up and down sliding him in and out of my mouth. Slowly, Aaron did the
same for me.
I had one hand on his cock. The other continued to move over his balls,
between his legs and over his inner thighs. As he held my cock in his
mouth, I felt Aaron run his forearms under my legs and reach back up from
under them to caress my balls and legs. He supported his weight on his
We both began bobbing our heads. As I began taking Aaron deeper, his loose
hanging balls started to drop onto my upper lip and nose each time. They
were damp with sweat, but the ballsack was soft and the weight of the balls
pleasantly spread it over my face each time. The feel was nice. His smell
was strong, but pleasant.
Then I felt his teeth. I pushed him up to free my mouth so I could
admonish, "Damn it, Aaron. Don't use your teeth. Cover them with your lips
or just keep them out of the way, but don't let them scratch my cock!"
His mouth never left me, but he covered his teeth with his lips. That felt
much better. In fact, it felt really good. Aaron started moaning, even
before my mouth was firmly back over his cock. "Not a cock sucker, Ha!" I
We began a steady rhythm, our hands as busy as our mouths. We went for some
time and my neck was getting a little tired, so I moved my hands to his
hips and began pulling him down to me and pushing him back up. He began to
move to the depth and rhythm set by my hands and fucked my mouth.
We began really concentrating on the sensations. Each time one of us made a
pleasing movement of tongue or hand the other would grunt approval. We
began a duet of moaning and grunting.
Aaron was becoming enthusiastic, bobbing faster and faster and humping into
my mouth with the same cadence. It was having its affect. I pushed him up
long enough to warn, "I'm about to cum!"
He did not pull off and I began sucking again, giving myself over to the
pleasures of his cock and mouth. It wasn't long before I was literally
yelling into his cock with my closed mouth as I pumped my cum into his
throat. He swallowed it all down and sucked me dry.
His pumping into my mouth was getting harder. My mouth was hitting the base
of his shaft with some force. Before I could complain, he came hard. His
cum was thick and copious. The taste was definitely spunky and not as good
as Daniel or even Stefan's, but I decided it wasn't bad.
I sucked Aaron dry and cleaned him. As I pushed him up off me I realized
his mouth and hands were still on me. He slowly pushed himself upright and
then stood, dropping some grains of sand onto me.
As I sat up, he shook sand off his shorts and pulled them up. I stood and
shook my shorts as well, but first had Aaron brush sand from my back and
butt before I pulled them up. Aaron did not do my back like he brushes his
horse. Instead, he was gentle. He brushed me lightly and thoroughly.
But we couldn't get all the sand and as we ran back toward the beach, I
realized running would be a little uncomfortable until I could rinse the
sand out.
"Well," I asked, "What did you think?"
"It was great." He enthused. "Now I know why guys like having their cocks
"How come you swallowed my cum? I warned you it was coming."
"I wanted to try it," he answered.
"As long as you don't think about what it is, it doesn't taste bad at all."
"And you didn't seem to mind the sucking," I pointed out.
"Yeah," he admitted. "It wasn't bad at all. You have a nice cock." Then he
reflected, "Maybe I need to apologize to Stef."
"If you do," I told him, "I know how you can do it."
"Eh?" he asked, then realized what I was suggesting. He looked
thoughtful. "Yeah, maybe so."
We stopped at some public showers and cleaned up. We showered off the sand
and got it out of our suits. Then we shaved and brushed our teeth and
showered again. It felt great to be clean and shaved. Once outside and
getting dry, we put on our shirts and began just walking along the beach.
>From one of the hotels ahead, two girls walked out toward the beach arcing
toward us. As we got closer to each other, we could see both were nice
looking girls. Both were brunettes, and about our age. We met up and
talked. They invited us to swim in their hotel pool. I paired up with the
slimmer one with smaller tits.
We spent the rest of the day with them; talking, copping feels, and making
out in the pool. My girl's name was Jessica. In the afternoon, as we
floated in the pool, Jessica wrapped her legs around me and rubbed her cunt
on my hard cock through our suits. I was pretty sure she eventually brought
herself to a mild climax. Her face became serious and she really rubbed on
me, then whimpered a few times and collapsed against me.
Aaron claimed that while he and his girl were in the pool, he pulled their
suits aside and fucked her. From what I saw, though, the best I think he
got was a hand job.
The real benefit came in the late afternoon as we prepared to
leave. Jessica's parents, offered to take us all to supper. It was a nice
restaurant and Aaron and I had a ton of barbequed ribs. Because it was
after dark when we finished, Jessica's dad even drove us up to our
Aaron and I had Jessica's dad turn his car around at a broad spot in the
firm sand, well away from the tent. (Though we didn't say anything to each
other, I was sure Aaron had the same concern I did--We didn't want them to
see Daniel and Stefan running around naked.) We kissed the girls good bye
and thanked the parents, then hiked to the tent as they drove off.
The other guys were sitting under the dining fly in the dark. Stefan's
voice was accusing, "Where have you guys been all day?"
Aaron was effusive in giving them all the details, even down to the
barbequed ribs we were treated to. I could feel Stefan's anger building in
the dark. Daniel excused himself to go "rinse, piss, and head for bed."
"You didn't tell us you were going to do all that," Stefan fussed. "You ass
holes just left to have a great time and left us behind."
"But Stefan," I protested, "We didn't know all that was going to
happen. What? Did you want us to give you a call." I thought I was being
reasonable, but there was a moment of angry silence.
Then Stefan started up again, "Dumped your buddies for a free supper. Danny
and I would have liked a great supper too, you know. But no, what were you
thinking about? Not your buddies, that's for sure."
"We were thinking about pussy," Aaron said with unthinking enthusiasm.
Stefan stomped off for the surf.
"But we weren't the one's buying supper," I protested after him in the
We all climbed into our own cots again that night. Aaron rhapsodized aloud
about the day again as we all tried to fall asleep. Stefan finally told him
to shut up.
Breakfast was silent. At least it was after the first time Aaron started to
talk about barbequed ribs. Stefan shot him a withering look, and Aaron shut
up. We were all still naked, as usual, but nobody was remotely aroused. If
anything, we were all shrinking up.
Once, I caught Daniel's eye. I tried to read his look. He looked a little
sad, and that hurt more than all of Stefan's rantings.
As we cleaned up, Aaron invited Daniel to go body surfing with him. "Poor
Daniel," I thought. Aaron probably figures he can at least tell Daniel all
about yesterday again.
Stefan and I finished cleaning up in silence. As we put away the last
things, I finally said, "Look, Stefan, I'm sorry about yesterday."
He turned on me and hissed, "Yesterday was only part of it." He accused,
and walked from the fly. I followed out into the open space between the fly
and the tent.
"Well," I asked as we walked out, "what's the rest of it."
He wheeled around and glared at me. "You're turning queer on me," he
exploded, "and you've already got a boyfriend. He pointed out at Aaron and
Daniel in the surf, "Danny, baby, your queer lover, you lousy cocksucker."
Damn, I wanted to hit him. "And you," I said with venomous disdain, "are
turning into a jealous bitch."
Stefan tried to sucker me with a roundhouse, but I dodged, throwing a jab
at his chin. Unfortunately, I'm not real good at that sort of thing and hit
him hard in the throat instead. Stefan clutched at his throat and started
to gag.
"Oh, great," I thought, "I've collapsed the windpipe of my best bud and
he's about to die on me."
I reached out to help but he pulled back from me, and started to breathe
raggedly. At least he was breathing.
Aaron and Daniel came running up. "Whoa," Aaron was saying, "hold on guys."
He put his arm on Stefan's shoulder. "You OK, Stefan."
Stefan threw me a glare, "Fine," he shouted hoarsely.
Aaron kept an arm around Stefan's shoulder and walked him off, their heads
huddled together.
Daniel looked at me, "Are you OK?"
"I don't know," I answered, my eyes following Stefan. Then I turned and
looked at Daniel, "Are you OK?" I asked.
"I don't know," he answered honestly.
"Then I really, really am sorry," I said sincerely.
Daniel gave me a lopsided grin. It implied a little forgiveness. I smiled
Daniel returned to the water's edge, while I took a seat in the shade of
the dining fly. I half sat, half laid back on the edge of the camp chair,
my legs spread before me, giving my balls and cock a good airing.
Moments later, Aaron and Stefan came by, clothed and gathering gear. Aaron
stepped close. "We're going to fish the bay side," He explained. "And I
have a little apologizing to do to Stefan." Then he lifted his shades to
give me a wink that only I could see. I gave him a hidden "thumbs up" and
smiled. They walked off over the dunes.
I continued to sit under the dining fly, next to the table that served as
our entire kitchen. Daniel came up from the surf. Salt water was dripping
from his nude body. I was struke again by its beauty and allure.
Without a word, Daniel came and kneeled between my legs, his face inches
from mine. The sun reflecting off the sand behind me made his light blue
eyes shine. He put his hands on my upper thighs, and I noticed how his
veins stood out over his forearm muscles. His hands were good sized and
strong, as he gripped my legs and moved close.
His mouth met mine at the same time his stomach came up against my
crotch. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders as we deepened our kiss. I
put my hands on his back, and felt the stress and anger drain from my
body. Other emotions began to rise though, along with my cock. My kisses
became hungry. I had been hurt and I needed Daniel. His kisses were hungry
He broke from me to stand up, his own hard cock swaying before me. I
grabbed it. He reach under a tin and scooped butter up on his finger
tips. Then he grabbed my wrist with his free hand and pulled my open hand
up. He slid the butter off onto my finger tips. Then smiling, he turned his
back to me. He bent over, put his hands on his knees, and pushed his
beautiful pink/tan/white butt back at me. Looking back over his shoulder,
he smiled and asked, "Would you like to butter me up?"
Bent over, the muscles on his hairless butt stood out. With my non-butter
hand I began to feel them appreciatively. With my other hand, I began
spreading some butter around his hole, then some on my cock, and then I
began working a little butter into his hole with my finger. "I would love
to butter you up in every sense of the word." I replied huskily.
He turned and straddled my legs. Placing a hand on each of my shoulders he
began lowering himself down, his cock tracing a line of precum down my
chest and stomach. My right hand held my cock upright; my left guided
him. We mated. He slid down me with a moan. As he landed, his lips met my
upturned ones. Our arms encircled each other and we kissed deeply.
Daniel began a rocking motion that moved me around in him as much as it
moved me in and out. It also moved his cock and balls up and down my gut as
he rode me. The sensations from head to cock were all that intimate sex can
be, but there was something deeply emotional happening too. Our embraces
and kisses were hungry and demanding. Our embraces were hard. My pelvis was
pressing hard into him and his butt pressed hard back. We were devouring
each other.
Daniel was riding hard. Sweat began to pour from us both. My hands moved up
and down his back and butt, pulling, kneading, massaging. His hands were
all over my shoulders and head and into my hair.
I was rising to meet him, but Daniel was doing most of the work, rocking
forward and up, then down and back. We both kept his cock and balls pressed
to and rubbing against my body.
I came first, my hands moving to grasp his hips and pull him down hard
against my upthrust. I squirted more than cum into him. I squirted desire,
and passion, and need, and gratitude, and, and love. And Daniel kept
Soon his cum shot up between us, coating me all the way up to my chin. His
arms were wrapped around my head, our lips pressed together. We continued
to hold each other in a tight embrace and kiss for a long time. The sound
of the surf and sea gulls surrounding us like a fine setting shows off a
precious jewel.
With a last kiss, I said, "Thank you," and smiled up at him. "I needed
"I know," he said and smiled. Then he leaned forward and whispered into my
ear, "I needed it to."
He rose up off me and I stood. We stepped together to hug hard and kiss
My hands dropped to his butt and I swatted him. "I have to go wash off
somebody's mess," I said.
He grinned back at me, and we walked together out to the water. We were
chest deep, riding swells when a jeep drove by. We stayed in the water
until it was well up the beach. Then we got out and put on our suits. We
figured that soon there would be other weekenders.
And there were. That afternoon, several cars moved onto the beach between
us and the fishing pier. Aaron and Stefan returned. Stefan seemed in a
better mood, though he still didn't say much to me. Aaron gave me another
wink, the first chance he got.
We all walked down to the pier for an ice cream and to sit on the bench in
the shade and the breeze. Gulls were crying out and diving for scraps a
fisherman was throwing in the water as he filleted his fish.
In the evening, we did some last beachcombing, and fixed a cold supper. All
the cars eventually left the beach, except for a couple down by the
pier. So we enjoyed a last moonlit, naked swim.
Once again, we each crawled into our own cots that night.
I listened to the surf, and felt the breeze flow over me. I savored my last
night of those feelings and sensations on that top bunk. I thought of many
things, especially Daniel. Tired as I was, sleep came slowly.
In the middle of the night, I woke. The moon was still high. There was a
gentle breeze and the surf was a little quieter than usual. I looked down
and over to where Daniel was sleeping. He was on his side, facing away. His
butt looked so smooth in the faint light. His side curved in a long,
graceful line up from his slim hips to his shoulders. His hair lay fanned
over his pillow.
I quietly crawled down from my cot. Everyone was asleep. Kneeling beside
his cot, I began to caress Daniel's butt with my hand. He stirred, and then
rolled to look at me. I smiled, raised my eyebrows and nodded inquiringly
toward the water. He smiled and stretched. He was beautiful stretching. I
ran my hand down his belly. I wanted to grab him right there and climb onto
him. But instead, I took his hand. He got up and we silently went out.
The night was clear, and the breeze was warm. I led Daniel to the front of
the dining fly and motioned him to wait and while I went in. When I
returned to him, I grabbed Daniel's wrist and pulled up his open hand. Then
I scraped the butter from my finger tips to his. He looked up at me and
I led him past the fly so that it would screen us from the tent, and at the
water's edge, I knelt on all fours, facing out to the moonlit waves. He
knelt behind me, and massaged the butter into my crack and sphincter. Then
I felt his hands on my hips, holding me as he pressed forward and pushed
into my hole. He entered gently, and slid in slowly.
His balls and pubes came up against my butt. He moved in and out two, three
times, and then pulled my torso up, so that we were both kneeling, with him
deep in me. His arms encircled my chest as I began to rise up and down,
filling myself with Daniel.
What happened next I can only compare to later experiences I had on drugs
in college. I believe now that the pounding of the surf was hypnotic. That
hypnotic pounding after so many days, along with my fatigue, the
intoxication of our sex, and the incredible beauty of that night sky all
worked together. Everything at once became intensely real, and yet
I rocked and swayed on Daniel's long cock and stroked my own. And in my
mind, I began to dance. I danced in Daniel's lap to the rhythm of the surf
and in the light of the moon.
The beach was my stage. Like the rows of an immense theater, the waves
extended to the horizon. The breeze came up over me like applause. From
their black canopy, the moon and the stars were my lighting. And before
them all, I danced. But I danced for Daniel.
I moved my body on him in every sensual way I could imagine. I ground my
hips; I swayed my body; I pressed back into him as I moved--I danced on his
cock; I danced for Daniel and he joined me.
He pinched and rubbed my nipples as I swayed. Then he began running his
hands up and down my arms and my flanks and my chest in rhythm with my own
movements. He ground forward when I ground back. Our bodies rose and
swayed. We were now upright on our knees, our bodies moving back and forth
and side to side. But all of our moves were joined at his cock deep in me.
His chest brushed across and against my back as we moved. I felt his mouth
and teeth on my shoulders and the back of my neck. His legs moved against
mine. His hands stroked all of me he could reach.
And then Daniel began to move in and out in longer strokes. We moved less
languidly and more sexually. But our bodies still held to a rhythm with the
waves. His thrusts became longer and deeper and harder.
It was still a dance, a dance of sex and love. The waves played our music
and we moaned our songs.  We charmed the sea that night and all its fishes;
we seduced the night and the breeze danced with us.
My hands were still on my own cock and balls, stroking and caressing to our
rhythmic pace. Daniel moved his arms alongside mine and grabbed the inside
of my legs at the crotch. He began pulling me back on him with each thrust
forward. "I'm going to cum," he said over my shoulder.
I quickened my own stroking. I wanted to cum with him. I tightened my
butt. He moaned. It felt good to me too. He plunged deep and pulled me to
him as he poured his cum into me and I sprayed my own cum across the
water. To my intoxicated mind, it was as though I mixed our sperm deep
inside me and seeded it over the surf.
We slowed. His grip relaxed. He nuzzled the back of my neck and wrapped his
arms around my chest. My hands went back to his sides and butt. We held
together until he softened and fell out.
It was like waking up. I got up first and walked into the surf to wash off
the sand and butter. Daniel followed and we bathed each other. Afterward, I
began to walk back toward the tent, but he took my hand and led me up the
We walked hand-in-hand and looked at the stars.
"I can quit football," I said.
He turned toward me, "What? Why?"
I looked back at him, "So we can spend more time together."
He smiled. "Yeah, or I could try out for the team."
"You don't want to play football," I said simply.
"You don't want to quit the team. So don't," he said, facing forward again
as we continued walking. The breeze blew his hair around his head. "We'll
still have most weekends. And we have three classes together."
I was surprised. "How do you know we have three classes together?"
"I checked."
I realized then that Daniel had liked me before this week. "Cool."
We walked on a little farther, and then turned back. When we did, we put
our arms around each other's waist and walked side-by-side, our hips
together. We fit well.
"I guess I won't see you after tomorrow, until next week end," he
"Next weekend, I have to work with my Dad. It may be two weeks."
"Or three," he said, and we both stopped and faced each other as we
realized the impact of what we were saying. This would be our last time
alone for what seemed to us then to be forever.
We embraced. We clung hard to each other. We pressed our bodies together,
and kissed. He felt so good in my arms; I wanted to stay that way
forever. But despite all the fatigue and our so recent love making, I also
wanted sex with him one more time.
Breaking from our embrace, I slid my hands down his sides and drug my lips
down his chest and belly and knelt before him. I nuzzled his balls and
tried to capture his smell in my nostrils before the wind could take it
away. Then I took his soft, but still thick cock into my mouth and tried to
coax it back for one more session.
Daniel's hands went to my hair and he began to move with me. His cock
responded. Mine rose as passion began to stir again in our bodies.
Daniel pulled from me and knelt down so that we were face to face. We
kissed and wrapped our arms around each other, pressing our now hard cocks
together. We made love.
Soon, we were rolling at the edge of the surf, our arms and legs all
entwined. First I was on the bottom, my arms and legs holding him to
me. Then he was on the bottom, his legs locked me. We ground our cocks and
mouths together and the waves came up and washed between our legs, gently
rolling our balls together.
We paused in each other's arms to catch our breaths. Our hard cocks were
pleasurably squeezed between us. Daniel's legs loosened a little around
me. And we talked.
We talked about the music we liked, the groups we liked, the books we
liked, the teachers we liked (and didn't like), the hobbies we had, and
more. We were binding friendship to our relationship. But our cocks
remained hard between us as a reminder of our deepest bond. As we talked,
we began to grind again.
We ground, we rolled, we talked, we kissed. The moon was getting low in the
sky and we decided we needed to finish our lovemaking. Quickly rinsing the
sand from our bodies, we returned to the water's edge and laid down
sixty-nine style. Time was short. Our lovemaking was urgent and to the
We were taking each other deeply in and using our hands to stimulate all
our favorite spots. As our blood rose, we began fucking each other's
mouths. I came first, straining to give Daniel what cum I had left. It was
good his cock filled my mouth or it would have been noisy.
He held me in his mouth as he fucked mine. I helped him with my hands and
tongue. When he came, he pressed his face hard into my crotch to muffle his
We cleaned up one last time, and entered the tent as the sky began to pale
in the East.
That morning, we were all tired. There was not much talking. Stefan still
spoke to me only when he needed to and with a strained cordiality. By the
time my dad arrived, we had everything packed but the dining fly, which we
were using for shade.
We packed the van quickly. By the time we were on the road, the air
conditioner had cooled the van and we all slept, all the way home.
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