Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2012 18:41:45 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: Beach Postcard (Adult Youth section)

BEACH POSTCARD

by

Alfredo Garcia

A postcard twists in my finger. It is an old one, I can tell by the style
of the deck chairs with their blue and white canvas and the style of the
bathing suits. It is a beach where families come year after year. The
hotels are booked far in advance, the same restaurants and shops are
patronized and there is comfortable familiarity among the visitors and the
residents who nod a polite greeting of recognition when they pass in the
street.

Here I see people lying on the sand, children play innocently in foam of
the waves. An adolescent walks towards the sea, his head is turned towards
a form stretched out on the sand. It is the body of a muscular man. Is it
an innocent glance? No, I think not.  Notice where his eyes are
directed. Can anyone see this or only me?  But there is more; someone else
is watching. It is the young man about 25 who rents the beach chairs. He
stands a few feet from the boy, and clearly he is looking at him.  He leans
on the wooden hut where the chairs are stored and one of his hands seems to
touch his penis through the fabric of his shorts. Now there are three of us
who of us who observe.

The postcard was sold and was inscribed, stamped and mailed to someone
whose address has been erased. How many of these cards were made and
sent. Of those who glanced at the picture, how many saw what I see? With a
magnifying glass now I seek more. The man lying on the ground has a fine
sculpted chest.  His eyes are closed and his arms are raised above his
head, exposing the hair of his armpits, one leg straight and the other bent
and his genitals bulge conspicuously. The adolescent wears a thing white
shirt partly unbuttoned, and a bathing suit, which shows his long shapely
legs. I see his face of the young man renting the chairs. It is rough,
unshaven yet attractive and his eyes burn with a certain fire.

The scene comes alive for me. The boy speaks to a woman who must be his
mother, then saunters across the sand once again. He again passes the man
stretched out on the beach and this time he pauses and gazes intently at
the bare torso. When he looks up, his eyes meet the smiling face of chair
vender. The boy immediately lowers his eyes and blushes perhaps believing
he has been discovered. The vendor speaks. I can not hear all the words but
it must have been a request for help. The boy smiles shyly and joins him
arranging mats on the chairs. Does the boy feel some obligation because the
man knows his secret, or is there something more the photo does not yet
reveal. The work done, the boy and vendor then commence a game of
chess. The mother walks by and is pleased that her son has found some
entertainment.

The vendor asks the boy to fetch refreshments from the fridge, which is
inside the small wooden hut. Next to the fridge sits an open box with
erotic magazines; on one of the covers a very young boy is kissing the
erect penis of a naked man. When the boy returns with the drinks the vender
guesses that he has been looking at magazines, because he has taken so
long, and moreover he is attempting to hide his erect penis. They continue
to play chess, but both minds are elsewhere. The boy conjures the scene of
the magazine where the teenager is seduced.  The man decides to test the
curiosity of boy, and asks him to take care of the hut for a half an hour.

As soon as the man leaves, the boy enters the hut. The man watches unseen
and smiles.  The moth is about to become entangled in a carefully woven
web. The boy looks at magazines, some are of men and teenage boys, and the
images hypnotize him. He caresses and kisses on the naked bodies, he
shivers as the pages pass and as one scene follows another, each more
thrilling than the last. His hand is tucked into his bathing suit as he
rubs his erect penis.  Finally he sees something he can not believe was
possible - a man penetrating a young boy who does not seem to suffer, quite
the contrary, from the pleasure on his face.

The boy does not realize how much time has passed and that the man has been
standing at the door watching him for some minutes. The boy looks up and is
startled and tries to hide the magazine but he has been discovered and his
shame is profound.  The man laughs as the boy looks away. Then reassures
him saying that he too was excited when he saw the magazines.

They had been left by people renting chairs. The man tells the boy his
mother was looking for him but he has told her that he has asked her son to
help him pack away the chairs. She seemed content and asks that he tell the
boy to meet her in an hour hotel restaurant. The mother sensed that
something between her son and chair vender and, being a widow, was
conscious that her child needed a male to teach him some things she felt
unprepared to do.


The beach empties rapidly as the light begins to fade.  The few remaining
chairs are collected and stored them in the hut. The man then opens a beer
for himself and a soda for boy. He silently prepares a joint of marijuana,
and invites the boy to join him. He realizes he has to hurry as they have
only 50 minutes more together. They sit facing each other inside the hut
passing the joint back and forth from one hand to another. The man sees the
drug taking effect and the boy becoming a little unsteady and makes his
move. He slowly undoes the tie at the top of his bathing suit and pulls
open the fly to reveal his cock.  He uses reassuring words to calm and
relax the boy.  He reaches over and takes the boys hand and puts it on his
cock.

"Touch it, play with it." he says holding the boy's hand in place. "Do not
be shy, it will not harm you. You have wanted to touch a man's cock all day
haven't you?"

The boy is startled but does not move; it was as if the man could read his
thoughts. The deepening darkness and the effect of marijuana give him
confidence. He is mesmerized by the sift silkiness of the man's cock and
how large it grows in his hand. The man takes the boy's other hand and
places it on his testicles.

"Ah yes, that is what you want isn't it" the man says softly. The boy does
not answer but his hands become animated and he gently feels the smooth
roundness of the man's testicles in their loose skin sack. Growing bolder
he feels their heat and marvels at their beauty.  Under his touch, the skin
slides around them. This is what he a has dreamed of - to hold a man's cock
in his hands and feel his balls.  He slides one hand up and down the man's
cock his face intent with concentration.

"Kiss him" the man says and the boy obeys, leaning forward and bring his
lips closer and closer to the flaring gland that now glistens with a bead
of clear liquid blossoming from the tip. The boy's lips part.

"Taste it, taste, you will like it" the man coaches.

With the tip of his tongue the boy gingerly presses his lip to the head of
the man's cock and he knows the salty sweet taste of precum as his tongue
takes a few drops oozing through the small slit.  Wild sensation pulse
through his brain reordering synapses to make them receptive for evermore.


There is a sudden noise near the door. Someone rattles the handle
attempting to enter. Flustered, the boy struggles to his feet but the man
calmly reaches out and secures the latch. They look at each other, the boy
sits back down and now both are committed.  From the small window in
evening light enters but enough for the boy see the outlines of the naked
body of man as he stands to remove his bathing suit. The man takes the
boy's hand and draws him to his feet.  The man slowly unbuttons the boy's
thin white shirt exposing his smooth pale skin. The boy stands stock still
like an insect paralyzed by the spider's bite but his heart beats wildly.
The darkness hides them The man's hands caress the gentle curve of the
boy's waist, his broadening shoulders and back, his chest now heaving with
excitement. A groan escapes his throat when the man squeezes his nipple.

"I knew that you would like that" he says smiling.

The boy offers no resistance when the man eases down his bathing suit, then
kneels to lift the boy's feet; first one then the other, to remove it
completely.  For a moment the man stands still, then caresses the boy's
cheek.

"You're a good boy, and I will not do any harm to you, quite the contrary,
I will make you very happy".

A hand of the man goes up to the back of the boys leg while the slides
between his calves excruciatingly slowly until caress reaches the knees,
where it stops. The boy knows instinctively what is required of him and
spreads his legs, but the hand does not move.

-'Please,' begs the boy plaintively.

Then the hand proceeds upwards, one on the buttock, and the other in the
junction of the thighs, rubbing his testicles in their small tight
sack. The boy begins to shake uncontrollably, and can hardly stand.  The
man then sits down on one of the chairs and pulls the boy onto his lap and
wraps his around boy's body.

"Do not tremble, my little boy, I will give you the warmth you need"

For a moment both remain still, then the boy lifts his hand to stroke man's
cheek, and admire the beauty of his athlete's body. Then the man returns to
his touch. He knows how to make a teenager crazy with pleasure, the most
sensitive, appropriate pressure, the right rhythm. He has not touched the
small erect penis, yet boy is about to orgasm. The boy does not know how to
ask to be touched in the only place left ungratified.  He lifts his face
his glaze imploring his tormentor. The man takes pity and, as their lips
touch and he presses his tongue into the boy's mouth his hand slides down
to the boy's penis wraps around it and squeezes it gently. The boys head
arches back and, with a sudden violent gasp, his body erupts into spurting
convulsions that rack every part of him. He shoots fountains of semen that
spatter and cling to the man's chest.

Exhausted he collapses into protecting arms.

They hold this embrace for a long time in silence and in darkness.  At last
the man's stirs.

"You must hurry. It is after eight and your mother will worry."

The two dress quickly, and at the door of the hut the boy is about to
leave.

"Are not you forgetting something?" The boy stands bewildered. He pauses
and smiles and then returns to give the man a kiss on the mouth.

"'I wait for you tomorrow." Say the man as he sends the boy on his way with
a slap on the ass

The mother found the boy very happy, although he failed to explain
satisfactorily what he had done over the last hour. For a moment, an image
crosses her mind of her son naked in the arms of the man. Immediately she
feels a pang of guilt fearing she had done wrong, leaving her son with the
man. But the boy was so happy!  She accepts what might have occurred. The
holidays would be over tomorrow and the man would not have time to do too
much damage to her child.


In the morning after breakfast, Alfredo, as the teenager is named, runs to
the beach, looking for Carlos, the young man renting the deck chairs.
Carlos is pleased to see Alfredo but sad to learn that his little lover
will have to leave the next day. This was a beautiful summer day but the
last of the holidays and many people come to the beach to enjoy the
sunshine. This keeps Carlos very busy However, throughout the day, there
are numerous brief meetings in the hut. Here they furtively kiss and fondle
each other but the man cautions the boy and asks him to wait until the hour
of sunset, when the beach would be empty. However, the teenager, is unable
to control his hunger, and constantly teases the man.  Now the boy is the
spider, and the man the struggling captive in the web of desire.  By the
afternoon the man's penis has become erect many times, and precum has wet
his pants. The boy had masturbated, and had been erect practically all the
day. The boy has touched, kissed and sucked the man's penis but only for a
few seconds. No corner of the boy's body had not been caressed and kissed
by the man during stolen moments when not attending to his trade. The lips
and tongue of man has tasted all the most intimate corners of teen, his
neck, lips, nipples, testicles, penis, buttocks, and even the most intimate
hole.

During the day the mother had become at first reacquainted and then
friendly with the woman in the next chair. They recognized each other from
previous years and now a strong sexual attraction awakened between
them. They touched each other's bodies under the pretext of applying
sunscreens and both wanted to spend the night together, but faced the
difficulty was the presence the boy. After lunch the boy asked permission
to go night fishing with chair vendor. The mother immediately feels a
contraction in her vagina, imagining the possibilities of her night, but
fearing for the safely of her son. At first she will not give
permission. The boy persists saying they would have the protection of the
hut if it were cold but he wanted to spend the night contemplating the
stars. The woman spoke of this request to her new friend who reassures
her. She says that she knows the chair vendor. He is the son of the man who
runs the hotel where she stays. She had known the man since he was a boy
and is a responsible person and also an expert fisherman. To the mother it
seems that the heaven has ordained this night and she agrees to allow the
boy to stay on the beach.

The mother and boy leave the beach for dinner and in the hotel both are
filled with excitement as they shower and dress themselves.  The mother,
for a moment feels doubt, wondering if she is doing right leaving her child
alone, all night with this stranger. She recalls the young man's face, and
imagine him making love to her little one, and how he will be completely
happy in his arms. If the young man was as fine as her friend assures her,
he would not harm him and besides her own happiness was waiting for that
last night of vacation.


When the boy arrives back at the beach, the young man has already prepared
the fishing rods and had set up some chairs on the moonlit beach with a
table with drinks and dishes of nuts. He has shaved and put on fresh clean
clothes. As he sees the boy approach he is ready to devour him with kisses.
Eye to eye they stand for a moment before the boy's caresses the cheeks of
the man who then takes him in his arms. The two bodies merge into a tender
embrace and passionate kiss, which marks the beginning of a night of
exquisite pleasure. Lying embraced and contemplating the starry sky, they
drink and smoke, feeling their desire for each other grow and grow. They
say words of love and the boy promises he will give the man his body and
soul and they will be very happy In the hut later in the evening they strip
each other, caressing for endless moments. Then the teenager lays himself
down, and the man kisses his virgin body, his tongue penetrating the boys
anus and then with his fingers to lubricated it. Finally comes the sacred
moment when which man's erect penis begins to penetrate the boy, slowly,
slowly, until it is all inside. For long moments both are motionless, till
the power of love takes possession of them.  Moaning, crying, pleading, and
laughing, two bodies burn with the same fervor. Through the long night
their souls unite, hard dicks drip and spurt sperm so many time they can
not count.  In quiet moments too they just lie together the taste of each
other lingering on their the lips, the aroma of their sweat and sperm
filling and intoxicating air. The boy is penetrated in every conceivable
position there are kisses and more kisses, and agonizing screams of
ecstasy. The violence of passion rieses and falls with slapping, painful
twisting of nipples and the exasperating, suffering and pleasure of
delirious sexual madness.

They fall into a deep sleep just before the sun begins to rise and do not
know that the mother and her new friend had come looking for them. The peek
in the hut and see the beautiful bodies naked and entwined. The smile at
each other and quietly leave without waking them. The plane is this
afternoon, and everyone needs a few hours of rest.

I return to reality, and put the postcard back in the box. Tomorrow I will
liberate two more spirits from my collection.


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Alfredo Garcia