BEACH By Sean M. A cool breeze blew in from the East causing my exposed nipples to get erect. Every once in awhile I'd rub them just to feel a twitch in my shorts. There was an almost unbearable coldness in my swim trunks from an earlier dip in the ocean. I was kept warm by the everflowing heat rising out from my crotch. I was horny as hell. The sand stuck to my feet and sporadically fell to the ground with each gust of wind. It was the fourth of July and there were families and friends laughing and playing down the beach from me. As I stared at the sky listening to the laughing and playing nearby. I almost felt as though I was stuck up there in space. The crashing of the waves kept me hypnotized in amazement at the millions of stars above me. Yet the sounds of partying kept me on earth; not lost in space. My eyes followed a moving light in the sky. Some sort of satellite I guess. I was spellbound. I followed the light until it disappeared into the distant haze only reappearing once or twice before it was totally gone. Occasionally a guy and girl would walk by, glancing at me once, then going on with their lives. I wondered what it must be like to have something that was socially accepted to love and to walk hand in hand down the shores of the ocean. I began to feel a little sad. The roaring of the ocean was almost deafening. I felt as though someone or something was watching me...maybe going to kill me. I guess I was just paranoid. Soon, a familiar scent passed my nose. I quickly looked around me to locate it. It was a scent that is usually accompanied by the glow of a joint. I saw nothing right away then the smell went away. I looked behind me and hovering above the horizon, I finally saw it. The amber glow of fire of what seemed to be a cigarette. I quickly stood up and dusted the sand off my shorts. I could feel a little sand falling from the small of my back. From what I could tell at the moment, it was only one person. I slowly wandered down the beach and carefully looked back at the sillouette in the distance to see what they' were doing. I could still see the fire glowing in the distance. I finally got up the nerve to zigzag back and forth until I was next to him. By this time, I could see it was a boy. I couldn't quite tell how old he was but I knew it was a boy. He figited, acting very uncomfort- able. I squatted down and asked, "what's up?". He said, "not much dude". The light from the moon enhanced the whiteness of his teeth. His eyes were at "half mass", as though he'd just woken up. He was wearing a dark blue tanktop, white cut-off shorts and a red bandana (pirate style) on his head. The breeze used his shirt like a sail, exposing parts of his beautiful bronze bare torso from time to time. I stared at the small ripples on his side beneath his armpits. They were very well defined. He leaned back on his elbows and asked me if I wanted to get high. I moved next to him and said, "sounds good". He pulled out a brand new joint and started feeling around his pocket for a lighter. He finally found it and began to light it up. The fire from the lighter showed every feature of his young face. His boyish determination to light the doobie caused the soft peach-fuzz on the side of his face to dance around in the flicker of the flame. After several attempts, he finally succeeded and passed it to me. I took a long hit and passed it back. In the infamous talk associated with toking, I ask, "how old are you". Without any delay he tells me he's 14, then passes the joint back to me. This time I took an extremely long toke. Billions of things were racing through my mind. My dick began to grow as I felt the wetness of his saliva on the end of the joint. I tried to light the doused joint. With no luck, he took it from my fingertips and gave it a shot. After a successful ignition, he took a long hit and leaned over to blow it into my mouth. We were only inches apart. It was all I could do to keep from leaning into him further to kiss him but I didn't want to scare him away. We both laid back and let it go to our already exhausted brains. Then he put the lit end of the joint in his mouth and prepared to "shot-gun" it to me. The joint was barely visible in his mouth. I lurched forward and put my face next to his. He then leaned over to meet me and our mouths touched. He exhaled and the richest, most potent smoke entered my lungs. Mixed with the thoughts of actually having my mouth next to this boys' gave me an instant rock-hard hard on. He obviously began to get hot because the next thing I know he was pulling his tank-top over his head and draping it across his lap. He then slid his smooth tanned hand down his shorts to reposition his cock. After rapidly scanning my memory for something to say, I finally blurt out, "so, you wanna get off?". I'm then worried that he'll stand up and walk off. He asks me how. I stuttered, "umm, well, we can jack-off or do whatever you want". He leans over an puts his arm around my neck and says, "either one will do". We finished the joint and sat there for what seemed to be hours but was only a few minutes. I guess you could say we were off the beaten path and if anything was going to happen we'd be okay from people seeing us as they passed by. I felt comfortable and he felt at ease for sure because the next thing I knew he was sliding his hand up my thigh. I could feel a bead of precum oozing from my dick as constant throbs of passion ran through my groin. I reached over and ran my fingers underneath the band of his shorts. I felt no sign of hair until I reached the warm tuft of pubes around his cock. He sat up a little so he could get a better feel of my balls in my underwear. He slowly slid a finger inside my briefs and encircled my right testicle then journeyed up to my dick. I knew he felt my precum because I could feel him rubbing his fingers together playing with it. The next thing I knew, he was pulling my shorts down around my thighs and stroking my hard pulsating shaft. I followed his lead and did the same. For a 14 year old boy he was very well hung. It wasn't the thickness. It was the length. There was a definite upward curve to his cock that bent up and to the left. Every once in a while I could hear him give a sigh of pleasure that drove me crazy. I hesitantly leaned over and gave the head of his hard cock a soft lick that caused him to fall back and relax. When I saw that he was enjoying that, I quickly buried his shaft deep into the pit of my throat. I leaned up to his ear and carefully whispered, "what's your name?". He turned his head towards me and lovingly answered, "Brian". With that, he pressed his face to mine and we kissed. No part of my mouth was left untouched by his toungue. During the long passionate kissing, I managed to tell him my name. We both kept repeating each other's names during the whole encounter. I moved into the 69 position and began to bob up and down on his cock. Every once in awhile he'd meet me half way with a thrust of his hips causing one hell of a suction. I watched as his calves tightended and relaxed over and over. I could tell when he was about to shoot, by the number of repetitions in his flexing. Suddenly, without no warning, his shaft started pulsating. His moans increased with the number of shaft contractions. Soon I was having difficulty finding room in my mouth for my teeth, tongue, his cock, and his load. I had to do something. I could taste the sweet explosions from his dick and had no other alternative than to swallow. I could feel eruptions starting to boil from my crotch as the spasms started my cum flowing from my balls. He took most of it but the remainder landed on my tanned quivering stomach. We both sat up and talked for awhile. He told me he was from Fort Worth, Texas and I told him that I lived here in Pensacola. He was here on vacation and hated being with his family and liked to venture off sometimes to see what he could find. Even if it was jacking off in a public place where nobody could see him. From the looks of him, he would never have any trouble finding someone to "loosen his load". I'd be glad to help anytime. We met up one more time before his family left. It was in his condominium while his parents were out sightseeing. It's been three weeks. I have his phone number but havn't called him yet. The summer's still young and so is he.