Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 17:27:28 -0500
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Boy In The Beach House

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			  Boy In The Beach House


I had my hand on the door to go out on the deck when I saw him. He came
bounding down the steps from the deck of the cottage next door, totally
naked, and walked, maybe strutted, across the beach to the ocean.  He was
nicely tanned except for his butt and around his waist, but his butt would
have caught my eye without that distinction. He was young, maybe college
age, but just as likely a high school senior. He waded out till the water
was mid-thigh, then dove into an oncoming wave. I got my binoculars off the
table for a better look.  I stood back just inside the door where I
couldn't be seen and focused in on his very male form swimming against the
waves with occasional, wonderful glimpses of his taut butt bobbing up out
of the water.  He was a powerful swimmer.

After a half hour or so he waded up out of the waves, the water sheeting
down his muscles, and walked up the beach and stretched out in the raw, wet
sand on his back, his feet toward the ocean.  He was close enough that the
waves rolled up over him.  I watched his impressive manhood loll and bounce
in the waves then settle on his hip or stomach or thigh as the water rolled
back out.  For a time he seemed to be sleeping but then suddenly he got to
his feet and walked back toward the cottage.  Now I got a good look at his
manhood. Ohh, Godd!  The way it swung so majestically, hitting his thighs,
made my mouth water. I laid down the binoculars and stood out from the
doorway. I wanted him to see me; and to know that I had seen him.  I wanted
to get to know him.

"Oh. Sorry!" he gasped with a surprised look when he saw me on my deck. "I
didn't know there was anyone else around," he said, looking rather
embarrassed as he paused on the steps leading up to the deck. He stood with
his right foot on the next step so his thigh concealed his manhood, but
made no other attempt to hide it.  "Seriously, mister, I thought the place
would be abandoned at this time of year. My grandparents said no one comes
this late in the year."

"That's all right, there isn't anyone else except me," I said. "Or I didn't
think there was till I saw you."

"Sorry, I meant no offense, swimming like this, I'll go put something on."

"There's really no need to on my account, I'm not at all offended," I
said. "And I think we're probably the only ones along the beachfront.  It
takes a real man to buck that water at this time of year.  Is it very
cold?"

"It's not warm, but it's warmer out of the water," he said. "Excuse me a
moment, I'll go put some clothes on."

I didn't try to stop him.

He came back wearing what looked like school PE shorts, nothing else.  They
were dark blue, looked like satin, and they clung to his butt and thighs.
They covered but did very little to conceal his manhood. He looked nearly
as good in them as he did naked.

"You're a grandson of the couple who owns the cottage?" I asked. "I never
heard them speak of grandchildren."

"Great grandson, actually."

"Are you in college, getting away on an early or late break?"

"No. High school. Senior," he said. "But I am sort of getting away.  I had
some things to sort out and my grandparents lent me the place for a few
days."

Up closer, he looked older than high school.  Certainly, he had the build
of a college boy.

"Would you like some hot coffee?" I asked.

"I wouldn't mind?.thanks," he said as he leaped easily and gracefully over
the railing into the sand and came over to my deck.

I lingered to watch the magnificent display of athletic muscle in motion,
and the muscles of his powerful thighs propel him up my steps, then I went
inside and poured two cups of coffee.  He held the door open for me to come
back out.

"When did you arrive?" I asked, handing him his cup.  "Sorry, I didn't ask,
do you take sugar or cream?"

"No, thanks, straight.  I came in about midnight," he said.

"I didn't hear anyone," I said.

"That's because I was on foot.  I hitch hiked from the road," he said.

"I don't know them well, but your grandparents seem like nice people," I
said.

"They're great," he said with a broad smile.

I smiled too.  "You seem happy just to mention them," I said.

"My Grandpa says there's no reason why grandparents shouldn't be great to
their grandkids, they are put here to spoil them." He smiled again.  "He's
a diamond in the rough. He would be here with me if I wanted him to be but
this is something I had to handle myself."  His smile faded rather quickly,
then he looked at me with a tight, scowling grin.

"Sometimes that is the case," I said.

We talked for a few moments, about the resort and the people who came
there, and the little store.

"What about you? You wouldn't by chance be a coach or a counselor or
something? You seem like you're easy to talk to. You remind me a little of
my coach."

"I guess you might say I'm a frustrated artist who fills in as a coach when
they need me, and coaches seem to be naturally held up as wise counselors,
so yes, I fill that role as well, I suppose, when needed," I said.

"High school?" he asked.

"Yes." Was he looking for a mentor, I wondered; someone to talk to, a
stranger perhaps, instead of his grandfather?  I paused then went on,
making my pitch, so to speak.

"Not to pry, but you said you're sort of getting away to sort things out.
Is that getting away from anything in particular, or just to clear the mind
for thought?"

He looked away, as if to avoid my question, then he spoke without looking
around at me.

"I've always liked coming here when I can have the place to myself; it's a
good place to think and get my head back on straight," he said, not
directly answering my question.

"You're in high school; how long have you been coming here by yourself?" I
asked.

"For about four years, since I was fourteen," he replied. He laughed and
went on.  "I know what you're thinking, I shouldn't have been permitted to
be here all alone at that age, but I've always been pretty mature for my
age; my parents knew I would be all right."

"Well, you do exude a certain maturity for someone your age. I would've
guessed you in college," I said. "I suppose, getting out of high school,
there are a lot of decisions to consider."  I thought I would take a stab
at it and see if he might open up.

"Yeah, I don't know whether I want to go on to college, or hold off a
couple of years and get a job.  Or maybe go in the military.  I've always
admired the Marines."

"And there is what do you do with all the girlfriends you might leave
behind," I put in jokingly.

He laughed. "I can't afford to let girls take a huge priority in my life,
but yeah, there is that to consider, whether I go to college or the
Marines."

When he didn't say anything for a moment, I prompted
him. "There's?.something else, isn't there," I said. He looked at me
funny. "There's something else on your list of considerations. Just then,
you started to go on....," I said.

"Are you psychic or something?" he asked, smiling.

"No. But I could tell there's something else that you came here to think
about and work out," I said. "More than you're saying.  You don't have to
tell me if you don't want to talk about it."

He looked down with a rather sheepish grin.  "Well....yeah....I don't
mind....I had sex for the first time a couple of weeks ago, and I'm kinda
hanging on the wire, real uptight, don't know whether to rein in and keep
it in check or let loose and go hog wild, which would be pretty easy to do
now that I've tried it." He chuckled.

"That's your brains doing battle with your balls," I said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Not so unusual for someone your age," I said. "You are to be commended.
Most boys your age, their brains shift down between their legs and take up
residence there, and they think with their balls for the next several
years.  At least your brain is still in place and functioning."

 "Yeah, but my balls are functioning, too, big time."

He paused and glanced warily at me, as if he wanted to say something
else. I waited a moment then prompted him with nothing more than a curious
smile.

"I know?.you know there's more," he said rather sheepishly. "There's this
guy at school....I think he's coming on to me, and I don't know how to
handle that."

"What makes you think he's coming on to you?"

"Just the way he looks at me, and the way he smiles."

"Maybe he's just trying to be friendly," I said.

"It started out with just a glance and maybe it was just a friendly smile,
but he's gradually gotten bolder.  I've caught him staring right at my
crotch a couple of times, especially if I'm wearing shorts or my
jockstrap. I think he lifted one of my jockstraps.  The other day when we
were in the locker room, I saw him looking me up and down, like he would've
been undressing me if I'd had my clothes on."

"Which you didn't? And that could well be the reason he was looking you up
and down. The jock, by the way, I think I would consider it an off-hand
compliment if somebody stole one of my jockstraps."

"Well, I had to buy a new one," he said.

"Small price to pay for what could be considered the ultimate expression of
admiration," I said.  "Is this boy younger than you?"

"Yeah, he's a sophomore," he replied.

"Then it could be simply a case of boyish admiration of an older boy," I
said.

"I suppose so," he said.

"So what is it that you don't know how to handle?" I asked. "I don't see
any real situation here."

"Maybe there isn't. Maybe it's just my imagination.  But if there is?.I
mean, if he?.did something, like came on to me?.I mean, if he made a pass
at me or something??"

"I think you might be buying trouble. But there's always no," I said.  "Or
yes, as the case may be."

He laughed softly.  "It wouldn't be yes," he said.

"Then a simple no would suffice.  Or no, thanks.  Or no, thanks, I'm
straight. Whatever, I don't get the impression that you're a homophobe," I
said.

"No, I don't really care if he's gay."

"Then, if you say it wouldn't be yes, I don't see that there's anything for
you to handle."

He didn't say anything; just sipped his coffee and gazed out at the
ocean. I thought that was his real dilemma, whether his answer would be
yes, or no.  But I didn't pursue it.

"I almost sketched you, you know, when you were lying in the sand," I said,
with a wave toward the easel perched in the far corner of the deck.

"Oh, yeah?" he said, looking around from the ocean.

"Yes, you're a very handsome boy, very well put together; an ideal artist's
model."

He shrugged.  "Well, I guess I wouldn't have minded," he said with a shy
grin.

"Oh, then you wouldn't mind if I sketch you. You would model for me?" I
asked.

"Well, I'm not the model type, but?.yeah, I guess I could, if I didn't have
to do anything," he said.

"Nothing except sip your coffee," I told him.

He shrugged, which I took as giving his approval.

"Wonderful!" I exclaimed excitedly as I got up and began to set my easel in
place. I opened my case on the small table.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Just stay put."

I set to work with my charcoal. I couldn't believe my good fortune. I had
come to the beach house to paint; specifically to paint still life, flowers
and fruit, something I'd never tackled before. It was always the ocean, or
rural scenes along the way that inspired me, something that I didn't have
to concentrate too much on fine detail.  I'd even stopped by the local
market and purchased an assortment of fruit and went to the floral shop to
buy fresh flowers.  I was serious about my intentions. I had no idea that
my inspiration for this trip would come bounding out of the next cottage
stark naked.

I worked fast.  My fingers fairly flew, and I soon had the first sketch
finished.

"Now, if you would cock one foot up on the railing," I said.  "Would you
like your coffee warmed up?"

"Yes, if you don't mind.  It's very good."

I rushed inside to refill his cup.

"Like this?" he asked when I came back out, and set his foot on the
railing.

"Yes.  Yes, that is a perfect jaunty pose," I said. And it was especially
so, the way his firm, round butt sort of tilted inside the snug fitting
shorts. I went to work again and soon had a second sketch done.

"Have a seat now, and cock both feet up on the railing." I flipped the
sketch pad over for a blank sheet and my fingers fairly flew to complete
the next sketch.

Next, I posed him standing in the corner leaned back against the railing,
facing me, holding his cup. He stood and moved to the spot in the corner of
the deck and rested his butt against the railing, his cup in one hand, his
feet crossed at the ankles.

"Yes, perfect," I said.  "I thought you said you're not a model."

"I'm not. I'm not doing anything except what you tell me," he said.

"That's what models do," I said.

I went back to my chair and surveyed the scene; the boy and the ocean and
sky behind him, and the wooded hills far in the distance.  He wondered why
I was hesitating.

"Am I not standing right?" he asked, shifting his weight to his other leg,
when I didn't pick up my charcoal.

"Yes, it's a perfect pose, quite natural.  I was just thinking?.wondering,
if?.."  I laughed softly.  "Well, obviously you have no secrets from me
now, and I was going to sketch you naked?.so I was wondering if I could get
you to lose the PE shorts."

"Oh." He hesitated then looked down and shrugged. "Sure, I guess so, you've
already seen everything," he said, and set his cup on the railing.

"I'll get you some more coffee," I said as I walked over to get his cup as
he was about to shove his shorts down.  I didn't wait to watch the
unveiling.  I went inside and heated up another cup of coffee in the
microwave, my hand shaking so badly that the cup rattled against the glass
tray. My Godd, what did I do to deserve this, I whispered to myself; he is
gorgeous!

When I went back out on the deck I almost dropped the cup.  He had resumed
the pose, without his shorts, and he nearly took my breath away. I had
already seen him naked....maybe it was the stance that jolted me so. I had
to hold the cup in both hands to hand it to him. I hoped he didn't notice
my hands shaking.

"Thanks," he said.

"Yes," was all I could manage to get out as I turned away from him, trying
to keep my composure. I squeezed my hands to try to get them to stop
shaking. I took my seat and gazed at him around the side of the easel, then
took down the large pad and laid it across my lap, fearful that he would
see the hardon forming in my shorts. I picked up the charcoal.

"If you don't mind my saying so?.you look larger than before, when you came
out of the water," I said.

"Oh." He looked down at himself.  "Well, I guess things sort of shrunk up
out there in the cold water," he said, laughing.  "I guess everything
warmed up inside my shorts. Why, am I too big, or something? I know I'm
pretty good sized."

"Oh, my goodness, no!" I exclaimed, laughing. "I was just noticing, that's
all.  You are?.well, a very impressive size."

He shrugged and seemed to relax again.

"You know, I've always wondered about something," he began. "The famous
artists who did nudes, all the guys in their paintings were big, powerful,
real muscular, but they all had dicks the size of a Vienna sausage. I
always wondered if those models were really built like that or if they
downsized them for some reason, like to conform to the social norms of the
time."

"I think it was the times. I suppose it was not a time in history when the
size of male genitals was to be celebrated," I said.

"Well, I don't know that there's ever a time for celebration of size," he
joked.

"Oh, I think there has always been that in certain segments of every
society," I said.

"Well, it's just something I've always wondered about. And it's not the
kind of thing you can ask in art class," he added, laughing.

"Well, you can ask anything you want here," I said.  "Listen, I don't mean
to pry, but you're welcome to go ahead and talk...about before....if you
weren't finished sorting things out," I said.

"I?.d-don't know, I guess I was finished," he said.

"And I'm guessing you weren't," I said. "You mentioned having sex for the
first time, and there seemed to be some ramifications.  Do you want to
expand on that? Or would you rather not talk about it. I know you've just
met me."

"There's not much to expand on, I just did it for the first time, that's
all," he said.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Everything I expected, I guess."

"You don't sound overly enthusiastic," I said.

"Well, I?.."  He looked down, staring into his coffee cup.  "Actually, I
lied."

"Wait," I said. "All this time and I failed to ask your name."

"Randy. What's yours?"

"Michael. You're not obliged to tell me anything, truth or otherwise,
Randy, and you certainly don't have to confess your sins of lying.  I'm
just offering myself as a sounding board. You could just as well be talking
to a tree."

He laughed so his stomach muscles rippled, he nodded and looked up from his
coffee cup.  "It wasn't my first time, actually.  It was the first time
with a girl, but my real first time was....that was with another guy."

"Oh."

"I'm not gay or anything," he said quickly. "I went to visit my buddy at
college, and I stayed overnight in his dorm."

"And you and your buddy??"

"No," he cut in.  "Not him. Not my buddy. His roommate, Bruce.  Brandon,
that's my buddy, he had told me his roommate was gay, but he said they
never did anything 'cause he's totally straight and he wasn't interested.
But when I visited that time he told me he finally gave in and let Bruce
give him a blow job. He said it was the best sex he ever had, and he's had
a lot of sex with girls. He told me if I wanted to give it a try, he was
sure Bruce would be more than happy to accommodate me. He recommended it,
in fact. He had told Bruce about me coming to visit and he was really
excited about it."

"Sooooo?.you let Bruce give you a blowjob," I said.

"Yeah.  I thought we were all going to bed and I had just come out of the
shower when Brandon said he had to go to the library for a couple of
hours. So he took off and left me and Bruce alone.  I knew he was doing
that on purpose. I was sort of nervous, being alone in the room with Bruce,
knowing he was gay and the way he was probably looking at me.  I started to
put on clean shorts after my shower and he said I didn't need to put them
on, on his account, that Brandon ran around naked all the time, and he and
Brandon usually slept naked. I was a little uncomfortable with that so I
pulled my shorts on anyway and started to stretch out on the floor in my
sleeping bag when Bruce got up and told me I could have his bunk. I wasn't
looking forward to sleeping on the hard floor but I wasn't going to take
his bunk, or Brandon's. I told him no, I wasn't taking his bed and make him
sleep on the floor. He laughed and said he didn't intend to sleep on the
floor, he intended to sleep in his bunk too. I told him I didn't think that
was a good idea but he said he was sure he could change my mind if I would
give him a chance. Then he said, right out, 'I know Brandon told you I'm
gay. But Brandon didn't tell me you are such a hot stud.  I would really
like to do you'. Man, I was so blown away by that. I mean, I never had a
guy come on to me like that before."

He didn't go on. He just stopped telling the story, as if it was finished.
It wasn't.  Not for me, and I didn't think for him.  "You're not done with
that story," I said flatly.

"Well, I think I'd better not tell the rest of it, 'cause just thinking
about it, and talking about it, is gonna give me an erection."

"Go ahead, get a hardon, nobody cares," I said.

"I didn't think you would want that for your sketch."

"I already have several sketches of you in your natural state. Whatever you
present for me to draw, I will draw," I said. "So please, continue with
your story, and get as big and hard as you want."

"Well, I?.I admit I was curious as hell, from hearing Brandon describe how
it felt, so....."  He paused with a shrug. "I stretched out on Bruce's
bunk. He crawled right in with me, right between my legs and started
feeling me up.  He had me hard in no time, and he pulled my shorts down and
off and tossed them somewhere, then started licking my balls. Already, I
started going nuts. I never felt anything like it.  But that was nothing
compared to when he took my cock in his mouth." He stopped again, with an
embarrassed look.  "I'm sorry, am I getting too explicit?"

"Not at all.  I know all the words," I joked.

He paused again with a thin smile, as he remembered.  "I can't describe
every stroke, but he sucked me for a good twenty minutes or more, and I was
wondering--panicking, really--about what do to when I was ready to go off,
'cause he was getting me closer and closer. I finally put my hand on his
head to stop him and told him he was getting me close. He said okay but
then he went right back down on me.  I didn't know what that meant, but a
few minutes later I couldn't hold off anymore and I told him I was about to
cum.  He still didn't get off my cock and then I was cumming and I about
freaked out when I realized he was taking my load in his mouth. I mean, I
wasn't forcing him or anything; hell, I was clawing at the sheets. He
didn't just take it, he swallowed it. Wow! Man, I can't begin describe how
that felt."

He looked down at himself; his cock was growing with leaps and bounds and
throbs.  "I told you this would happen," he said, laughing.

"Don't worry about it.  Go on," I said.

"Well, anyway, a few weeks later, I fucked a girl for the first time and I
couldn't help but compare, and I gotta say getting sucked off by Bruce was
better than fucking that girl. Way better."

"And why are you so reluctant to admit that?" I asked.

"I don't know, I....I don't think it's supposed to be that way.  Is it?"

"You're asking me?  Only you can decide what feels best for you," I said.

"But liking a guy's mouth over a pussy?.I don't know....that's just too?.."

"Too gay?" I finished for him.

"Well, some would argue that it might be," he said.

"Then stay out of that argument," I said. "You enjoy what's best for
you. It matters not what anyone else thinks."

His cock was standing up at a sexy, sharp angle, now, very large, throbbing
and quivering almost violently.  I paused with the charcoal then quickly
did some erasing.

"I'm sorry, did I distract you and make you screw it up?" he asked.

"No, I decided to adjust to the current situation," I said, laughing.
"When I started your cock was hanging down."

"You're drawing me hard?" he asked, surprised.

"I'm seeing you hard," I said.

"We could wait till it goes down," he said.

I laughed. "I don't think that's going to happen any time soon, without
help," I said.  "I'll draw you this way, then do another one when you've
returned to some semblance of normal."

He laughed.  "You could pretty much consider this normal for me," he joked.

"Yes, I'm sure."  I drew him as he was before me, a tall, muscular, virile
young man in the throes of a young man's lust.  Several times I compared my
work with the subject at hand, for I feared I might have exaggerated his
manhood.  I concluded that I had not. Then an idea struck me.

"Randy....considering that the landscape keeps moving....."  I laughed
softly.  "I wonder if you would let me get my camera and take some pictures
of you. I would have them as a reference to work with after you've gone."

"Like this?"

"I promise they would not leave my hands."

"Could I see the sketches first?" he asked.

"Of course."

I had to hold my breath to keep from gasping as he walked toward me, his
big cock swaying beautifully out in front of him, like a battering ram
tilted upward.  He stood beside me and looked at the sketches as I flipped
the sheets.  I tried not to stare at his cock but I had to swallow, my
mouth was watering so, and I was sure he heard me.

"Well, you've already captured my face, I am very recognizable. I guess
it'd be all right to take some pictures. I trust you.  Besides, I know
where to find you," he added, laughing.

"Yes, you do, and I would not want to tangle with those muscles, at least
not in an adverse way," I said.  I didn't think he caught my meaning.  If
he did, he didn't show it.  I got up and went inside for my camera,
imagining where this might lead. I had to wait a moment to calm down so my
hands weren't shaking.

I took several pictures of him on the deck, front, side and back, then
asked him to go down on the beach and into the water.

He looked all around, with a scowl, and I didn't think he was going to do
it.

"I'm sure we're alone," I said.

"I thought I was alone, too," he said.

"You know, there's nothing wrong or illegal about nudity for art's sake," I
said.

"I would say this is a little over the line, though," he said, looking down
at his quivering cock.

"Yes, about nine inches over the line, I would say," I joked.  "But it's
your call.  I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

He hesitated a moment longer then said, "What the hell," and went down the
steps onto the beach. "Where do you want me to go, what do you want me to
do?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Just what you're doing.  Walk down to the water's edge and wade out....who
knows, it might help you with your condition.  Then come back and go up on
your deck, maybe take the towel and dry off, then leap over the ledge like
you did before and come back up on my deck.  That should give me all the
poses I need."

It turned into a great photo shoot.  But the ocean did nothing to quell his
erection. He came back and dried off and his cock jolted hard when he
jumped over the railing from his deck and he swore, "Ohh, Fuck, damn near
broke it off," as he grabbed hold of it.  We had a good laugh over it.

He seemed chilled and I asked him if he wanted another cup of coffee and a
blanket. He said yes to the coffee, and he followed me inside to get it.

"Are you sure you don't want a blanket to wrap up in for a few minutes?" I
asked.

"No, the sun will warm me up," he said. "Listen, could I, uh...ask you
something--something personal--without offending you?"

"I don't offend easy.  Of course, ask away."  He was standing close enough
that I could feel his body heat, and I knew I could not be offended at
anything this boy would say.

"It's none of my business, and it doesn't matter, but....are you gay?  I
mean, I've always had the concept--I think most everybody does--that
artists and a lot of professional photographers are gay. But you....well,
I'm not so sure."

"Can I ask you a question first?"

"Sure."

"If it doesn't matter, why are you asking?  And, might you be offended by
my answer?"

"Curiosity.  And no, I won't be offended, no matter what your answer is.
Curiosity, because you drew me and took pictures of me stark naked, with a
hardon. But I haven't seen any indication that you're turned on by that--my
body, I mean--and I figured if you're gay, you would be."

I smiled then laughed softly.  "Your physical beauty is surpassed only by
your wonderful, innocent straightforwardness."

"I think those are both compliments," he said.

"To answer your question, yes, I am gay.  To answer your curiosity, I am
VERY turned by you. But I don't usually give any indication of that, or
display any evidence, if you will, unless and until I think the other
person is interested.  Does that answer your questions?"

"Yes, sir."

"Uh-oh....Sir....that usually doesn't bode well."

"What do you mean?"

"The sudden use of sir would tend to mean we are reverting back to proper
protocol and abandoning the casual good will that's been established
between us."

"I didn't mean that at all. I still feel good will between us," he said,
sounding like he really was anxious to hang on to that good will.

I locked onto his searching eyes and held his gaze for a couple of seconds.
Then I set my coffee cup down.  "Would you still feel good will if I did
this?" I asked and with the hand that had been warmed by the cup I took
hold of his hard, thick cock.

There was a surprised intake of breath then "Yes" came out as a whisper.

"I have a feeling you want this," I said as I stroked his cock. "Is that
the reason you told me about the blowjob?"

"No, it's not the reason, but then later I thought it might give you some
ideas, if you turned out to be gay."

"I was getting ideas about you long before you told me about the blowjob,"
I said. "I started getting ideas the moment I laid eyes on you."

"W-what....ideas?" he asked, sounding nervous now.

"That girl you fucked....was she your only piece of ass?  Have you gotten
laid since then?"

"No, she was the only one," he said.

"Have you ever thought about fucking another guy?"

"No."

"But you are now."

"I guess I am now that you've put the idea into my head."

"Would you like to fuck me?"

"Absolutely, I would."

"All right, after I get you ready.  Do you want to go into the bed, or out
on the deck?"

"You would let me....out on the deck?"

"Of course."

"Then, there," he said, nodding to the deck.

"I'll let you go out and enjoy the anticipation and the sun; I'll be out in
a few minutes," I said.  I had not expected this and I wasn't prepared to
be fucked.  I quickly took care of that, then grabbed some lube and a
condom and went out on the deck.  Randy was lying in the lounge chair,
waiting, with his arms flung over his head and his cock throbbing up over
his stomach.

"How's the anticipation going?" I asked.

"Building," he said. "Can I ask how long you've had this cottage?"

"I purchased it at the end of the season.  That's the reason we haven't met
before," I said.  I laughed softly.  "Don't be concerned that your
grandparents will find out they have a gay neighbor and they've let you
come up here alone."

"I wasn't worried about that," he said, his eyes following my hand as I
laid the condom and lube on the table.

I took a cushion from the other chair and tossed it on the deck beside his
lounge chair.  Randy whispered, "Oh, fuck," as I went to my knees beside
him.

"You must be overflowing with anticipation," I said as I took hold of his
cock again.

"It's been all I can do to keep from jerking my cock while I waited," he
said.

"No need to ever do that if I'm around.  I am always at your service."  I
stroked his cock and admired its shape and size, and the bulging veins.
"You have a very mature cock for your age," I said.

"How so?  A cock is as mature as a guy is old, isn't it?"

"No.  Most boys your age have very smooth cocks.  You have a beautiful
network of veins."

"Is that good?  Do you like veiny cocks?" he asked.

"Yes, and yes.  I don't like big, ugly veins that make a cock look like an
old gnarled tree root, but your cock is perfect."

"Thanks, I'm glad you like it."

"And you're wondering when the hell I'm going to shut up and suck it," I
said, laughing.

"You'll get to it when you're ready," he said.

"I'm ready."  With that I swirled my tongue around the head to lick off the
precum then went down on his cock.

"OOhhhhh, fuck," he gasped softly.

I went up and down a few times.  "I like to hear a lot of that, so I know
how I'm doing," I said.  "Just try to keep from yelling and screaming."

Randy was very responsive, not only verbally but physically.  He got into
it bodily, with his hands on my head and shoulders, urging me on as he
humped his butt up out of the lounge cushion to thrust his cock into my
mouth.

"If you cum, can you keep a hardon?" I paused to ask.

"Yesss!"

"Good.  Then I want to get you off this way before you fuck me."

"Great, I can last a lot longer after I've gone off once."

"I want your load in my mouth, if that's okay.  I want to taste you," I
said.

"Fuck yeah, it's okay.  There's going to be a lot of it, I haven't jacked
off yet today," he warned.

"I'll take all you've got," I said.

I didn't know if he was trying to hold off but after quite some time, I
thought if he lasts longer than this, my ass was in for a real workout.
After about a half hour or so, I paused for a moment.

"I think you are a true top. Let's change positions so you can be more in
charge," I said. I pulled him to his feet and took his place and scooted
down on the lounge.  "Now straddle me and feed me your cock. Fuck my
throat."

"I can go that deep; in your throat?" he asked.

"Yes.  In the other position, I was at your service.  This way I'm at your
mercy."

He shoved his cock in my mouth and went straight into my throat, his balls
laying heavily on my chin.

"OOOhhhhhh," he moaned softly as he smashed his hard loins against my face.
My nose felt like it was against a brick wall.  He twisted his hips around
and gouged out my throat with his cock while I fought down my gag reflex.
Then he slowly withdrew till I could slurp around the head with my tongue.
"Ohhh, fuck, your tongue is so hot," he murmured.

After several minutes he asked, "Are we going to fuck, like you said?"  He
pulled his cock out so I could answer.

"I said I'm at your service; whatever you want to do, whenever you want to
do it. But I thought you wanted to cum first."

"I do, and I feel like I'm ready, but it won't cum. Maybe if I fuck
you....."

"I can help you out with that.  I can force it if you'll let me," I said.

"What do you mean, force it? How're you gonna do that?" he asked.

"If you'll let me show you....I promise, it'll be the most intense cum
you've ever experienced."

"All right...I guess...what're you going to do?"

I got the lube off the table and squeezed some onto my fingers.  Then I
reached between his legs and shoved them between his buns before he could
stop me.

"Wait, what're you going to do?" he asked, reaching down to grab my
forearm.

"Just let me do this; it won't hurt," I said as I found and began massaging
his asshole. I knew I had him when he relaxed his grip on my arm.

"Okay, I'm going to use one finger up inside you, then two if you're okay
with it," I said as I pressed my fingertip against his clenching hole. He
still had his hand resting on my arm but he made no move to stop me.

"Ohh," he gasped softly when I inserted my finger, well past the second
knuckle.  "Ohhhh," he moaned.

"See, I told you it wouldn't hurt."

I wriggled my finger around inside him and moved it in and out several
times. His mouth went slack and he closed his eyes. I knuckle fucked him at
a shallow depth for a moment then shoved my finger in as far as I could
reach.  I purposely avoided his prostate for the moment.  I wanted to use
both fingers for that.

"OOOhhhhh!" he moaned a little louder.

"I'm going to add a finger now," I said.

He nodded, still with his eyes closed.

I shoved two fingers in him as far as I could and he choked on his outcry.

"That didn't hurt, did it?" I asked.

"No," he gasped.

"Good. Feed me your cock now. Fuck my throat," I said.  He shoved his cock
in my mouth but lingered over my tongue slurping around the head.  I found
his prostate.  I barely touched it at first. I felt around it for a good
placement of my fingertips as I sucked his cock. Then I began a double
massage. He went nuts.

"Ohhhhhhh!....Awwhhhh!.....Awww, fuck!  Oh, Geezusss!......Oh,
Godd....Ohhhh....Ohh, my Godd....Ohhhh....Ohh...Awwwhhhhh!"

He rode my fingers, sliding his crotch back and forth on my forearm, and
twisted his taut butt around on my hand.  Within moments he was pumping
warm, thick boy semen down my throat. I wanted it in my mouth, to taste
him, but this was about him, not me.

I got my taste at the end when he pulled his cock from my throat and the
head came across my tongue, still pushing out warm semen. I slurped it
hungrily.  He tasted wonderful.

"Fuck, man I can't take any more," he gasped, gripping my arm to stop me.

I slowed my finger action to a very light and gentle massage of his love
nut then slowly pulled my fingers out of his ass and massaged his quivering
asshole. His legs were shaking. He stepped to the side of the lounge chair,
stroking his slick cock, and stumbled back against the railing.

"Holy Fuck!" he gasped.

"Do you want to sit down?" I asked as I got up and helped him to the lounge
chair. He collapsed on the chair.

"My Godd, I've never cum like that in my entire life!" he gasped, his chest
heaving.

"I hope you're still able to fuck," I joked.

"Oh, I'll be able to fuck," he assured me.  "Just give me a couple of
minutes."

"Obviously your cock will be," I noted, for it had not gone down.  It
continued to throb and quiver, glistening with spit and cum in the
sunlight.

"I need my legs," he said, laughing.

"No you don't," I said. I picked up the condom.  "Do you want to use this?"

"Do you want me to?" he asked.

"No, but I wanted to give you the option."

"No, then," he said.

"Are you ready, then?" I tossed the condom on the table and picked up the
lube as I straddled him.  I lubed up my ass and drizzled some on his cock.

"Isn't this going to hurt?" he asked, holding his cock straight up.

"Not so I'm going to notice," I said. I eased down so his cock slid between
my butt muscles and settled my asshole squarely on the head.  "I want you
to remember this," I told him.

"I doubt I'll ever forget it, or that finger job you just gave me," he
said, his voice a little shaky now.

I let my weight down and felt my ass muscles giving way under the pressure
of my weight.

"OHhhh, Fuucckkk!" he gasped loudly as my asshole opened up and swallowed
most of his cock.  "Ohhh, my Godd!" as I eased all the way down on it.  I
sat down hard and rotated my hips back and forth, making his cock lob back
and forth inside me.

"OHhhh....ohhhhh, Goddd!" he cried.

His eyes were closed, his mouth slack.  He let out a little whimper as I
rose up and slowly sat back down on his cock.  "How the fuck can anything
feel so good," he groaned.

"This isn't your first fuck.  Wasn't she any good?" I asked as I began
riding up and down on his cock.

"I thought so at the time," he said.  He kept his eyes closed, and I
thought it was so he wouldn't have to see my cock squarely in front of him;
so he could be in denial that it was a man he was fucking. A lot of first
timers are like that.

"Ohh, my godd, this is so good," he whispered through clenched teeth.

I sat down on him and rocked back and forth then rotated my butt in wide
circles.

"Ohhh....Awwhhh.....Ohhhh, Fuck!" he moaned.

"Do you want me to do anything different?" I asked.

"Ohhh, you're already doing everything."

"Do you want to change positions....you on top? We can do it any way you
want."

"Just keep doing what you're doing....keep riding me," he said.

I rode him a while longer before I asked, "Are you doing what I think
you're doing, by keeping your eyes closed?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked with a smile.

"Trying to pretend it's a woman riding you," I said.

"Well, I am trying to get my head wrapped around that it's a guy I'm
fucking."

I took his hands and placed them on my chest; he still didn't open his
eyes.

"Does that feel like boobs?"

"No, it feels like solid muscle."

I gripped my cock and smacked his stomach.  "And that's a cock," I said.

"Yeah, I can see that."

"No you can't, you've got your eyes shut.  Feel it."

He didn't.

"Take hold of it," I said.

He did, finally.

"Now open your eyes and see what you've got in your hand."

He opened his eyes and blinked.  "Whew!  That is a big cock."

"Not as big as yours," I said.  "If it bothers you, you can let go. I just
wanted to help you get your head wrapped around reality."

"Can we change positions now, me on top?"  I thought he wanted an excuse to
let go of my cock.

I rose up.  His cock popped free and hit his stomach with a loud smack.  I
pulled him to his feet and stumbled backwards against the railing.

"Mmmm, just like that would be fine," he said as he stepped up to me and
put his hands on my hips. I turned and bent over the railing and he entered
me again.

"Ohhh, godd, it feels good this way," I gasped.  "Ohh, yess!  Do it!  Fuck
me!  Fuck me hard!"

He did, with a lot of noise, with the steady loud smacks of his loins
against my backside. He didn't stop. He fucked me against the railing till
I was hanging over it, hanging onto the bottom rail. He began slamming into
me at a furious pace, using long strokes that gouged my insides. He fucked
me every way imaginable; I thought he was developing new techniques and
moves that he hadn't used before. He was good, and he was long. Then
suddenly he slammed in and held his cock in deep.  I felt his legs
trembling and he was choking for air as he pumped his second load deep
inside my guts. He convulsed violently till he collapsed on top of me. It
was a great fuck but quicker than I expected.

I could hardly breathe under his weight but I didn't ask him to
move. Finally he did, with great effort, and helped me straighten up.  Then
he leaned back against the railing.

"That is way better than pussy," he said.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Do you think that makes me gay, saying that?"

"No, it makes you a horny guy who likes to fuck," I said.

"But most horny guys fuck pussy," he said.

"And you will too.  But unlike those other horny fucks, you've got a basis
for comparison now."

"It's the comparison that bothers me," he said, laughing.

"It shouldn't. You can have it both ways," I said.

"How?  Are you going to be here every time I come up here?"

"I rented the cottage to see how I like it up here.  You've given me good
reason to purchase it," I said.

"But I can't live here," he said.

"Neither can I.  But you can call me any time you're coming; I can be
here."

He looked down at his cock.  "I'm curious about something. How did I come
out so clean?"

"I took care of it."

"I won't ask how."

"You don't need to know.  Unless and until you decide you want to switch
roles."

He laughed but he didn't say anything, pro or con.

"We didn't make it down to the beach," I said.

"You looked too good bent over the railing," he said.

"Listen, Randy, you understand top and bottom, don't you?"

"Sure."

"I don't think you do."

"You were on top and we were going to change positions with me on
top. What's to understand?"

"Okay, I was astraddle you, but I wasn't the top. You were on the bottom,
but you weren't the bottom."

"Okay, I guess I don't understand."

"In the gay lingo, the top is the dominant figure. He's the one who does
the fucking or gets his cock sucked. The bottom is the one who gets fucked
or does the sucking and it doesn't matter what position you're in."

"Oh.  I guess I didn't understand."

I laughed.  "Yes, you need to be careful who you say I'll be on the bottom
to."

"Thanks for cluing me in.  And thanks for showing me."

"Listen, we're both staying the night.  Seems a waste to mess up two beds.
You can stay over here if you want."

He smiled.  "I was thinking it would be great to sleep out on the beach.
We wouldn't have to mess up either bed."

"Wonderful idea."  I smiled, staring at his cock which was still fluffed up
and lolling out in a wide arch.

We got dressed and drove into the village to eat.  The sun was going down
by the time we got back.  We went around back of the cottages but at the
stairs Randy took a few steps toward the water.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Do you want to go alone?"

"Not necessarily."

"It's okay.  You did come up here to sort things out, you said.  I don't
mind if you want to be alone."

"No, I don't."

We took off our shoes and started off down the beach.  He was quiet so I
didn't say anything. But finally I did break the silence.

"I'm glad you chose this time to come here, Randy."

"I am too."

"Are you, really? We haven't messed up your head even more?"

"No, my head is surprisingly clear. Still messed up, but clear," he added,
laughing.

We went a few more paces while I found my courage.  Finally, I reached for
his hand.

"Would it bother you if I do this?"

He started at first but then said, "No."  He laughed.  "It probably would
bother me in the light of day or on the street."

We walked hand in hand for a long way.

"It's deserted up here," he said.

"The way I like it," I said. "Listen, Randy, when we get back....you asked
how you came out so clean....I want to show you.  Not for that reason," I
said quickly.  "Have you heard of rimming?"

"No, I've never heard the term."

"It refers to eating, licking and tonguing your ass. It's quite
pleasurable."

"For me or for you?"

"Both. I love doing it and I would love to do it for you.  I can drive you
nuts."

"I hope no more than when you fingered my ass," he said. "All right, I
guess if it's not for the other reason."

It was, just in case, for the other reason but I could only hope, and be
prepared.

We had stopped for that brief exchange and were about to turn around and go
back. When we turned we were facing each other, and I quickly took hold of
both of his hands.  He seemed startled.

"Randy, I have to explore this with you...would you mind if I did this?"
Without waiting for his reply I leaned to kiss him. He reared back in
surprise, but just barely, and when our lips touched he stood very still.
For a full minute, I kissed him, with little or no response.  It was a
gentle kiss, meant only to show him the way and take him down that path if
he was inclined to go there.  When I ventured my tongue out I was shocked
to feel his. I was more surprised when he pulled his hands away from mine
and put them, one on my hip and the other one around the small of my back.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered as we sank to our knees in the sand in a full
blown kiss filled with raw passion.  After a moment he broke away with a
tiny gasp of air.  "Fuck.  What're we doing?"

"I kissed you.  And I think you kissed me back."

"Fuck, I did."

"Please don't be sorry.  It was just a little experiment for you.  It
doesn't have to mean anything."

"It doesn't," he said quickly--too quickly--as he got to his feet.  "But it
wasn't such a little thing either." He walked away from me, down the beach.

"Don't, Randy," I said as I went after him.  "Don't make it more than it
was."

He stopped for me.  "Don't make it less than it is," he said. "Kissing
another guy isn't a little thing. Not for me."

"I'm sorry, Randy, I shouldn't have tried that."

"Don't be sorry," he said. "Like you said, I kissed you back.  What bothers
me is, I liked it."

"That was your body liking it. Your head doesn't have to accept it," I
said.  It sounded lame. "Look, Randy, none of this makes you gay.  Giving
your body the pleasure it craves, in whatever form, makes you a normal,
horny teenager, nothing more or less. Everything you do outside of fucking
girls is only experimenting around.  It's perfectly normal."

We walked on, not holding hands now, and I wondered if he might leave, or
at the least, go to his own cottage.

It was getting chilly and as we approached the cottages, I said, "I'll get
my sleeping bag."

"I'll get a blanket," he said.

I was surprised and so relieved. I was afraid he might change his mind
about us sleeping on the beach. I was certain he would change his mind
about me showing him how to flush out. But he appeared at my door moments
later with a goofy little smile and his blanket over his shoulder.

"You, uh....you were going to show me something?.something to do with
rimming."

"Yes."  I showed him to the bathroom where I had set out a Fleet, and told
him I would wait out on the steps. He came out several minutes later and
leaped over the railing to land beside the steps beside me.

We walked a good ways down the beach, this time in the opposite direction.

"Do you know a good place?  Have you slept out before?" he asked.

"No.  Have you?"

"Yes, I've camped out lots of times.  Up ahead, there's a sandy cove."

We came to a spot where the jagged rocks formed a horseshoe curve around a
patch of sand.  It was semi private with a wonderful view of the water and
the beach in both directions.

"This is great.  We should have brought wood for a fire," I said.

"It would attract attention if there is anyone in any of the houses," he
said.

"We can open the sleeping bag to sleep on and cover up with your blanket,"
I suggested.

"Yeah, good idea. It's getting chilly, we may need to share body heat," he
said, laughing.

I was glad that he was so casual about us sleeping together. We spread the
sleeping bag and the blanket out then undressed.  He caught me gazing at
his naked body and laughed.

"You've seen me like this before," he said.

"Not like this.  You're even more beautiful in the dark of night."

"Fuck this, I'm getting under the blanket," he said, laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"You called me beautiful."

There was plenty of space on the sleeping bag but when our legs touched we
moved together at the same time. I was very surprised when Randy turned
onto his side as well and put his hand on my side.

"Look, I'm sorry I got sort of spacey over the kiss. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.  In fact, I....I would sort of like to try it again....you know, to
see if it was as good as I thought."

"All right, but I want you to initiate it," I said as I lay over on my
back.

"I just did, didn't I?"

"No."

"All right." He moved over me and brought his face close to mine.  I could
smell his sweet breath, and smiled inside as I realized that he had used my
mouthwash.  He had planned and prepared for this. I waited till he brushed
his lips across mine then I put my arm around his broad shoulders and my
hand on the back of his head to press our mouths together.  Almost
instantly I felt the powerful pulsation in his cock against my hip. It was
a long and hard, passionate kiss and we broke away both sucking in air.

"Wow, it feels like it was as good as you remember," I joked as his cock
stiffened.

"I said I liked it.  Now I know why.  You know, it's strange I never had
this reaction so fast with a girl," he said, pressing his cock against me.

"You're still worried about it, aren't you?"

"About what?" he asked.

"About being gay. Look, Randy, when I find you down there bobbing up and
down on my cock, when I see your face buried in my ass, when I feel your
tight little ass sliding up and down on my cock, then you can start
worrying that you might....just might be leaning in the other
direction. Till then, just enjoy the sex."

"Funny thing, I never considered kissing sex," he said.

"I've known guys to get off, just kissing," I said.

"Wanta see if you can get me off that way?" he asked with a mischievous
grin.

"I want to show you rimming first," I said. I moved down on the sleeping
bag.

"I guess you want me on my stomach," he said as he started to turn over.

"No, this way," I said, easing him onto his back.  I got between his legs
and lifted them onto my shoulders and nuzzled my face under his balls.

"Mmmnnnn, that feels good already," he murmured.

"This little hard spot is your miracle inch," I said as I licked his
perineum.

"Ohhh....Ohhh, fuck, am I going to be able to hold off till you get to my
ass?"

 I smiled as I began licking the crack of his ass.  I didn't have to tell
him to lift his legs. He brought them up and pulled them to his chest,
tilting and spreading his taut butt for me. I buried my face in it, licking
his crack hungrily, licking harder at his clenching asshole.

"Ohhh....ohhh, godd....Ohh, that feels good," he moaned softly.

I dug my fingers into the spongy rim around his hole and pulled it apart
and drove my tongue inside him.

"Ohh, Fuck!  I like this!  I like rimming!" he said.  "You can use your
fingers if you want."

I worked up more spit and forced it into his hole.  He was asking for my
fingers; I had to wonder if he would resist if I tried to fuck him. I
thought he was ripe for it.

Suddenly there was a sound close by, a snorting sound.

"What was that?" he whispered with a start.

I looked around.

"Can I have some of that?"

I snapped my head in the other direction to see a beautiful stallion
standing a few feet us, mounted by a very big, even more beautiful male. I
rose up from Randy's butt, feeling and I'm sure, looking, very
foolish. Randy let his legs down and reached for the blanket.

"Don't cover up," the man said.

I found myself fixated on the man.  He looked no more than thirty, if
that. He was darkly tanned and drop-dead handsome, with coal black hair
that glistened in the night.  He wore a thin white T-shirt that looked
wet--so thin that I could see the dark hue of his skin through it--and
yellow bikini briefs that covered little, not even his butt.  His thighs
hanging down the horse's sides were massive and beautifully muscled. He was
so stunningly beautiful he took my breath away.

"I hated to interrupt, but I had to see up close," he said.

Even his voice was sexy. Where had this young god come from?

"Aren't you going to answer my question?" he said.

"W-what did....I d-don't know...what did you ask?" I stammered.

"I asked if I could have some of that."

"Oh....I....yes....I mean, you would have to ask him....Randy."

"Randy.  Is that your name?" he asked as he dismounted. The way he swung
his right leg over the horse and jumped down was beauty in motion. I
noticed his arms, now; huge, filling out his shirt sleeves. He dropped the
reins and stepped over to the blanket. His bicep bulged the size of a
grapefruit when he put his hand out to Randy.  The tiny yellow briefs stuck
in the crack of his ass, pulling the material in, still exposing his
awesome butt.

"Glad to meet you, Randy. I'm Pete."

 Randy took his hand, a mesmerized look on his face.  "Holy shit!" he
murmured under his breath.

"What?" Pete asked.

"Sorry....nothing, I....I just never seen anybody built like you," Randy
said.

"Thanks."

"You must hear that a lot," I said with a smile.

"I do, but I didn't have a whole lot to do with it.  Most of it's in the
genes," Pete said. He turned his attention back to Randy.  "Did you say I
could have some of that?" he asked him as he dropped to his knees on the
sleeping bag.

He didn't wait for an answer.  He clasped his hand between Randy's spread
legs, clamping onto his butt.  I watched with baited breath; I didn't think
the big stud was talking about rimming him like I'd been doing. I was
right.

"He's got you nice and slick," Pete said as he explored Randy's butt. His
arm bulged as he literally lifted the boy's butt up off the blanket with
his hand. With his other hand he lifted Randy's right leg up and pushed it
towards him and it tilted him up off the blanket. Then he spit in Randy's
crack and worked it all around.

"Ohh...wait," Randy gasped suddenly, and I knew Pete had tried to shove his
finger in him.  "That's not what he was doing," Randy said.

"He was getting ready to," Pete said

"Ohhh....OOHhhhh!  W-what're you doing?"

"Finishing what he started," Pete said.  "Just relax, you'll like it."  He
laughed.  "You're a virgin aren't you?"

"I'm a virgin to this," Randy said. He wasn't lying; in his mind he was a
virgin to this man because he didn't know what the guy had in mind. Still,
the wide-eyed look on the boy's face was priceless, and exciting.  I
wondered if I could've gotten this far with him.

"OOOOhhhhhh!" he cried out again as Pete shoved his finger into his ass.

"Whew, you're tight," Pete said.

"Oh, fuck, don't!" Randy said, taking hold of the man's wrist.

"Hey, stud, that 'OOOOhhhhh' I just heard was affirmative, not from pain,"
Pete said.  "This isn't hurting, is it?"

"No.  No, it isn't, b-but I....I d-don't think I wanta do this," Randy
stammered.

Pete laughed. "And who's telling you you don't wanta do it?  Your ass is
telling me it wants to do it, and your cock is hard and jumping all over
the place. Listen to your cock, dude."

"OOohhh, goddd!" Randy whimpered, laying is head back and I knew the man
had found his prostate.

"That's what's making a liar out of you," Pete said, as he worked his
finger in and out of the boy's ass.

"Ohhh....ohhhh.....ohhhhhhhhh....ohhhhh.....!!"

"Ready for two fingers?" Pete asked.

Randy lifted his head.  "No!  No more, please."

"Why not?  It's driving you crazy, admit it."

"I'm not denying....it feels good....I can't help it.  I just don't wanta
be doing this."

Again, Pete didn't listen. I was on my knees now, beside them, so I could
see better.  Part of me thought I should do something to intervene and save
the young teenager from the fate that I was sure awaited him, but there was
nothing I could do.  Pete wasn't listening to him, he wouldn't listen to
me.

In proportion to the rest of him, Pete had very big hands and fingers.
They were long and thick; I'd seen cocks that weren't as big.  He was
twisting and thrusting his middle finger and in out of Randy's ass and
wetting his other middle finger in his mouth. He turned his hands back to
back and started working both middle fingers into the boy's ass. This was
way more than I'd done to him.

Randy laid his head back again, his mouth slack, his expression one of
resignation, even defeat and submission.  I wondered why he offered no
resistance, except that he could not have fought the man off if he tried.
He was just too damned big and muscular.  I wondered if Randy had any clue
what was probably in store for him.

"OOOOHHHHH!" he cried out again.  "Ohhh, Godddd,
don't.... don't.....Ohhhhh.....UUUhhnnnnn," he whimpered uncontrollably.

Pete thrust both of his long, thick fingers into Randy's ass and I could
see the sinewy muscles in his forearms dance as he moved them around inside
him.

"You're loosening up," he said.

"I don't want this."

"Tell your ass that," Pete said.

"I know what you're gonna do and I'm not gay," Randy whimpered; he sounded
like he was crying.

After a moment Pete pulled his fingers out then shoved two fingers of his
right hand inside him.  "Listen to your cock," he cooed as he leaned over
Randy and nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. "Tell me what it's
saying....tell me this feels good."

"I said it does, I can't help it, but?.." Randy said.

"I know you can't. That's 'cause you're hotwired, your cock to your asshole
to your love nut," Pete said.  "You know what, you hot fucker, I think
you're ready for some cock."

Randy suddenly came to life again. He lifted his head and shoulders off the
blanket, his eyes wide.  "No, man, not that.  Not your cock.  You're not
gonna fuck me! I told you I'm not gay."

I could see the tiny yellow briefs tented terribly with the man's cock. He
looked enormous.

"How about you get down there and do what you were doing and keep him
heated up for me," Pete said to me as he straightened.

I almost jumped at the chance.  I scrambled to my knees and buried my face
in Randy's upturned ass.  His hole was loose and opened up and I was able
to shove my tongue in real deep.

"OOOhhh.....ohhh.....ohhhhh, fuck," he moaned

I could see Pete peeling off his T-shirt, exposing a massive upper
body. His briefs looked even smaller now, the waist stretched way out from
his belly by his burgeoning cock.

"Ohh, yeah....ohhhh.....Oh, Fuck," Randy groaned as I tongued his ass. Then
he asked the damnedst thing. "How do you get muscles like that?"  He
sounded breathless and rather meek.

"You like my muscles, huh," Pete said with a chuckle.

"You're....fuckin'...awesome....Ohhh....ohhh, godd, eat me!  Eat my ass!"
Randy cried.  His tone and demeanor were entirely different now, almost one
of confusion. He seemed to have forgotten his fate, as if the mere sight of
the man's superb body had put him under a spell, and he was ready to
succumb to anything he wanted.

Pete shoved the front of his briefs down and tucked the waistband under his
heavy balls.  His balls were the size of two fists, and his cock was easily
as big as I thought, probably ten inches, and very thick.  The head was
going to bust Randy wide open. Pete motioned for me to move out of the way.

Again, I felt I should say something to try to stop it--the boy couldn't
see his cock and had no idea what he was in for--but I didn't.  I watched.

Pete let a mouthful of spit fall onto his cock then slicked it all over.
He pushed on Randy's thighs to tilt him up further, and spat in the crack
of his ass.

"If I begged you, would you not do this?" Randy asked meekly.

"Just give me a minute before you decide," Pete said, and he shoved his
fingers deep inside Randy's ass again.

"Ohhh, Goddd!" Randy moaned through clenched teeth.  "Ohh....Ohh, fuck, I
can't stand that!" he cried out.

Pete laughed. "You liked his tongue, you like my fingers, what makes you
think you won't like a nice big cock sliding in real deep and massaging
your love nut?" Pete said.

"It's the idea of it; I just don't want to get fucked. I'm not gay," Randy
said.

"Okay, I'm going to give you a chance to change your mind," Pete said as he
rubbed his cockhead against Randy's hole. He did it for a moment then
shoved his fingers back in, causing Randy to cry out again.  Then he pulled
his fingers out and rubbed his asshole with his cock again. He did it
several times then stopped altogether.

Randy lifted his head, a bewildered look on his face.

Pete smiled. "You don't want me to stop?"

"I d-don't want it, b-but I think I do?.I'm scared."

"Don't be.  You can do this, and I know you want it; your cock is hard,"
the man said. Then I saw his awesome butt clinch, forming saucers in the
sides of the muscles, and I knew he was going to enter him.

"I can't help my cock being hard," he said, then suddenly he winced, with
his eyes wide. "Oh, godd, he's doing it! He's gonna fuck me!"

I quickly moved to Randy's shoulder to watch. I knew he was feeling the
pressure of Pete's cock against his hole; he hadn't penetrated yet.

"I didn't get a chance to see how big he is," Randy said to me in a nervous
whisper.

"Big," I said, my lips close to his.

"He's going to fuck me," he whimpered but he didn't protest or make the
slightest move to even try to prevent it.

"Kiss me, Randy.  Kiss me hard," I said.

He didn't resist my kiss and he kissed me back, hard, like I asked. I could
tell when Pete penetrated him. I felt the reverberations of his outcry in
my mouth.  I held Randy's head and held the kiss, trying to make it as
passionate as I could as he was being impaled on the huge fuckmeat.  Part
of me was jealous. I longed to be in his place.  Randy kept moaning but his
moans were just that now, not outcries, and they were dying down.  After a
moment, when I thought he was all the way in him, I lifted my mouth from
Randy's.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Pete said.

"Holy Shit!" Randy gasped loudly.  He rose up as if he could see. "Godd, it
feels like a baseball bat inside me."

"I am pretty big, but you took me like a man," Pete said. He was holding in
deep and tight, forcing him to get used to it.

"Did I have any choice?" Randy said in a surly tone.

Pete laughed. "As much choice as you've got now," he said. "You didn't
fight me very hard," he added with a chuckle.

"Did I have to fight you?  I told you I'm not gay, I didn't want to get
fucked," Randy said.

I was surprised at his continued attitude, considering he was completely
impaled on the man's cock, and Pete was just waiting to start fucking him.

"And your ass called you a liar," Pete said.

I leaned back out of the way when Pete leaned up over him, his face right
over his. "Listen, you hot little stud, I want you to get over the idea of
being fucked and concentrate on this....you are being fucked, and every
part of your body except your head is okay with that. Right now you're
trying real hard to hate me for this, but ion a couple of minutes you're
gonna be begging me not to stop and when we're finished, you're going to
thank me and probably even wanta do it again.  So stop worrying about being
gay.  You're going to walk away from this with your manhood intact."

I could see the way Randy was looking at him, with a fixation, and I
couldn't tell if it was because he was listening or if he was so taken by
his handsomeness, or what.  But he didn't say anything.

"Now, since we didn't exactly have any foreplay, let's do that now," Pete
said as he started to kiss him.

Randy didn't turn his face away or resist in any way.  "Just take it easy
with me," he said just as Pete pressed his lips to his.  At the same time
Pete pulled his hips back several inches and eased forward again.  I heard
Randy moan.

I moved around where I could watch from behind. I wanted to see Pete's ass
in motion.  I only watched for a moment but I couldn't keep my hands to
myself.  My own cock was hard but my hands ached to touch Pete's butt. I
finally reached out, and when he didn't say anything I began feeling his
muscles all over.

I heard Randy starting to moan and saw his muscular legs wrap around Pete's
lean hips.  He was liking it.  I was jealous of both of them. After a few
minutes Pete slowly withdrew and held his stance apart from the boy, his
big cock throbbing and bobbing up and down just inches from Randy's ass.

"Why did you stop?" Randy asked in a weak, hoarse voice.

Pete laughed.  "You said you didn't want to be fucked, I thought I should
respect that.  I'll just use my fingers."

Randy moaned again as Pete began fingering his ass, and he was soon
thrashing his butt around on Pete's hand.

"Ohhh....ohhhh.....Ohh, fuck, Pete,.....you gotta stop fucking with
me....stop fucking with my head....doing this shit to me.....I don't know
what to feel," he ranted.

"Just feel good," Pete cooed.  "All I wanta do is make you feel good,
stud."

The next thing I heard was Randy whimpering, "Ohh, Godd, Pete, don't fuck
with me like this!  Fuck me! Give me your cock! Please!  Fuck me!"

"Told ya," Pete said, laughing.

"Don't laugh at me," Randy growled.  "Just fuck me, you fuckin' stallion!
Geezuss, I never believed anything could feel like this.  Your cock feels
like an electrical rod sending tiny electrical currents all through my
ass."

"That's not my cock causing it.  Give yourself some credit; you like it,
stud.  Even in your head you like it, as much as your body does."

Randy started to reach for his own cock but Pete brushed his hands away.

"No, no, you don't need to do that. I'll give you all the pleasure you
need, all you can handle.  I'll make you cum without ever touching your
cock."

"Where'd you learn to do this? Did you go to a school or something?" Randy
asked.

Just then Pete shoved back in, using wide, circular corkscrew motions.

"AAAwwhhhh!  Ohhhh, fuck!  Ohhhh, My Godddd!"

"You like that?"

"Ohh, do that again, fuck me like that again," Randy groaned.

Pete cork screwed him again and Randy clamped his mouth around his forearm
to keep from screaming.

"Don't stop!" he gasped with desperation.  "Fuck me, Pete, just like that.
Keep doing it.  Don't stop. You're gonna make me cum."

I quickly moved around and leaned over Randy's middle.  I didn't suck his
cock because I didn't think Pete would want me to touch him either, but I
positioned myself so I would get his load in my face and hopefully much of
it in my mouth.

Randy was strangely quiet for the rest of the time Pete cork-screwed him. I
think he might've been afraid to cry out for fear he really would scream.
I waited with great anticipation, drinking in the sight of Pete's massive
upper body rippling as he fucked. Suddenly, without warning, I was hit in
the face with a powerful jettison of warm cum, then another and another.  I
opened my mouth to catch some of it but Randy's cock was moving about so
that most of it splattered on my face.

I could see that Pete was cumming too, deep inside Randy, from the way his
body convulsed and his stomach muscles lurched and his grunting groans.  I
could only imagine what Randy was feeling.

"Go ahead, suck him dry," Pete said to me.

I eagerly devoured Randy's cock to get the last of his precious seed. His
body lurched and convulsed too, from the tenderness in his cock.  Randy was
moaning as Pete slowly extracted his cock then it was sticking out in my
face.

"Now suck me dry," Pete said, putting his hand on my head.

I got off of Randy's cock and offered my mouth to Pete.  He shoved his cock
straight into my throat.  He was big and I choked but he held my head tight
and fucked my throat several strokes.  I'd never had such a big cock but I
was delighted to be forced onto this one.

When he pulled out I coughed and straightened up.  I breathed, "Fuck!" and
heard Randy groan, it sounded like with deep satisfaction.

Pete shoved backwards and shoved himself to his feet.  He towered over us
like a Colossus.  I was still awe struck; I'd never seen anyone so big and
beautiful.

"How tall are you?" I asked. It sounded dumb.

"Six four," he said.

"Is that your height or your cock?" Randy asked.

Pete laughed.  Just then his horse snorted and stomped a hoof, as if to
say, okay, you're done, let's go.  Pete put his hands down to Randy and me
and pulled us to our feet.  He steadied Randy with both arms around him.

"You are an awesome guy," he told him.  "And an awesome fuck."  When Randy
didn't say anything--although he had his hands on Pete's shoulders--Pete
said, "Don't have bad feelings about this, or me, okay?"

"I don't know if I will or not.  My head's still spinning; I'm still pretty
confused." Randy said.

"You'll work it out in your head. You're going to be okay," Pete told him.

"Yeah," Randy said.

Pete held him out at arm's length and I saw Randy looking at his massive
arms.  "Next time you're up here, I'm in the big white house with blue
shutters up in the wooded hill.  Look me up, we'll do this again." Then he
let go of him and gathered up his T-shirt and briefs. "Here, you can have
these, something to remember us by," he said tossing the yellow briefs to
Randy.  I didn't know when he had lost the briefs.

Randy snatched them out of the air and held them in a wad. Pete went over
to his horse and took the reins.  He mounted the horse in one swift,
beautiful motion and locked his long legs around the animal's belly.

"You can call me, I'll make sure I'm here for you.  I check my messages
every day.  My number's easy to remember....424-8810."  He gave a wave as
he waved the horse around, and rode off up the beach.

Randy and I stood and watched him ride into the night.  We stood there for
a time in the silence, except for the sea washing up to the shore.

"It got chilly," I said, my voice husky.

"Yeah, I hadn't noticed," Randy said, still gazing in the direction the
horse and rider had gone.

I laughed softly.  "You wouldn't notice.  He had you pretty heated up."

He didn't say anything, just kept looking off in the direction of the
wooded hills.  Then he walked over and picked up his blanket.  "I think
I'll spend the rest of the night in my bed."

A little disappointed and worried, I watched him walk away.  I thought I
caught a glimpse of something shiny on the back of his thighs....it was
Pete's cum draining out of his ass. We walked back to the cottages and I
told him good night from my deck as he was going inside.

"Listen, Randy, if you change your mind, my door will be unlocked," I said.

"Okay.  Thanks."

Next morning I woke up later than I intended.  I jumped out of bed, afraid
Randy would be gone. He hadn't said how long he was staying.  I went out on
the deck to find him leaned over the railing of his deck, gazing out at the
sea.  He had on a T-shirt and Pete's yellow briefs.

"Good morning," I said.

He didn't say anything; it was as if I weren't there. I didn't say good
morning again.  I decided to leave him alone with whatever he was wrestling
with.  I was surprised he had on Pete's briefs. Inside, I kept an eye out
while the coffee brewed.  Randy didn't move, just kept gazing out at the
sea.  When the coffee was done I poured two cups and went back out on the
deck.

"Coffee's on," I said, setting one cup on the top rail.

"Was that a setup last night?" Randy asked, without looking around.

"What?"

He straightened and turned toward me.  "Was it a setup, that that guy
showed up and overwhelmed me and fucked me a new asshole.  Was it planned?"

"No, I swear it wasn't. I never saw him before last night.  I was as
surprised as you were."

"I don't think so, he didn't fuck you."

"I wish he had.  I was jealous," I said. I picked up the coffee cup and
handed it out to him.  He leaned over his railing and took it.

"Thanks."

"Are you okay?" I asked.  "I was worried when you said you were going to
spend the rest of the night in your own bed."

"My ass? It'll recover.  My head....that's gonna take a while."

"He was right, Randy, nothing that's happened here makes you gay."

"Maybe not.  But it makes me very straight curious."

"Are you still curious?" I asked cautiously.

'I don't know what I am right now," he said.

"I notice you're wearing his yellow briefs."

"I'm going to come back and see him and give them back to him," he said.
"I want to hate the son of a bitch, but I know I'm going to come back and
see him."

"I wrote down his number, if you want it."

He rattled it off.  "424-8810."

"It's okay, Randy, if you want to see him again.  I don't blame you.  He's
gorgeous."

"He's beyond gorgeous. He's the most incredible looking man I've ever seen
in my life," he said.  "I don't know how anybody couldn't be attracted to
him."

"Are you attracted to him?" I asked.

"I didn't sleep the rest of the night.  I'm wearing his shorts, I
remembered his number....yeah, I would say I'm somehow attracted, in a
strange way," he said.  "And it doesn't help that I've got a quart of his
cum still inside me," he added. He sipped his coffee, gazing out at the
sea.

I turned and picked up a card from my drawing case and reached across the
railing.

"I know you won't remember my number, but I want you to have it.  I can be
here anytime you want to talk.  I'm gay, Randy, and I can tell you it's not
a disease, although it can feel like you're recovering from a terrible
illness when you first face it and deal with it.  I was younger than you
when I faced it.  I was scared to death. I was about your age when I
started dealing with it....came out to myself you might say.  Just know it
is survivable."

"I'm not gay," he said, not too emphatically.

"Probably not.  But I think you're going to need somebody to talk to.
Somebody who's been there."

"Thanks."

"I should've intervened last night, but I didn't know if you wanted me to;
you didn't seem to be resisting him too strongly," I said.

"He took me past the point of resistance," he said. My Godd, how could
anybody resist him?  His very presence is overpowering.  It was like he
rode up out of nowhere and put a spell on me; like in a fairy tale. I
didn't want what he did to me, but part of me did.  God help me, when I was
lying in my bed I was wishing he was there with me."

"It's okay," I said. "Everything you're feeling is okay.  Don't beat
yourself up over it."

He leaned over with his forearms resting on the railing, his hands wrapped
around the cup.  I saw his tongue moving against his cheek, as if he were
in deep thought.  He kept looking out at the water.  I think the water was
his solace as well as his demon; it comforted him and it frightened him.

"Okay, I haven't been completely truthful with you," he said, without
looking around.

"With me? Or yourself?"

He glanced around for a second.

"You don't owe me the truth," I said. "But don't lie to yourself.  That's
ugly."

"Okay, I haven't been truthful with either one of us," he said. "Maybe I
protest too much about not being gay.  Maybe I am."  He turned with a
pained look on his face.  "I said I came up here to be alone and work
through some stuff, and that part's true.  And the part about the guy
coming on to me is true.  And I tried to sound like I was wrestling with
losing my virginity to that girl. That's partly true because I didn't know
how I was going to go down two paths at the same time, because what wasn't
true was that I hoped that guy did come on to me because I wanted him to,
so I....so I could see how it's done.  Because I wanted to come on to him,
but I was afraid to because I didn't know how.  I wanted him to show me so
I might find my own courage."

"Randy, in the end, it doesn't matter if you're gay or you aren't.  Just be
who you are."

"Geezusss....I could never come out at school, or to my family," he said,
sounding frightened at the thought of it.

"What does that mean, anyway?" I asked.  "I never understood why there had
to be a pronouncement about one's sexual preference.  You never hear of
straight guys coming out that they're straight.  It's all a bunch of
nonsense."

"You never came out?" he asked.

"No. I know people have figured it out and they know I know they have.  It
doesn't require a pronouncement to the world and it doesn't deserve a
confirmation."

"No one's ever asked you?  I mean, I can just hear some people asking me if
stopped dating girls or something."

"No, no one ever has.  If they did I think I would say something like, 'Why
would you ask something so personal?  I never asked if you're straight.'"

"I hope I have that kind of nerve if the time ever comes.....if I am gay."

"Do you plan to stop dating girls?" I asked.

"No," he replied quickly. "Well, I don't know.  But I know I will pay close
attention to this other guy when I go back home and if he gives me even a
hint, I'm all over it.  I don't know how I'll be all over it, but I won't
let the opportunity be wasted for lack of guts. And I know I'll come back
up here and see Pete. And somehow all of that just doesn't seem compatible
with dating or fucking girls."

"I don't see it that way," I said.  "I've had sex with a lot of straight
married men who don't believe having sex with another guy is cheating on
their wives."

"Wonder how their wives would feel about that," he said.

We sipped our coffee in silence for a couple of minutes.

"You believe me, don't you, that I didn't set you up?" I asked.

"Yes."  Then he smiled and laughed.  "Hell, if you'd known that stud was
going to be here, you wouldn't have had anything to do with me.  You
would've thrown rocks at me."

"That's not true."

He gazed off in the direction of the wooded hills where tiny white specks
marked the homes there.  His hands were wrapped tightly around the coffee
cup.

"When will you be going back?" I asked.

"I thought as soon as I finish my coffee and get dressed, but......"
Suddenly he straightened and walked over to the steps.  He came down his
steps and came up mine, onto my deck.

"Would you like a refill?" I asked. "I can make more; I think you've got a
lot on your mind right now.  Why don't you stay for a while longer."

"Thanks, I will....both....the coffee, and a while longer," he said.

I started to go in and make the coffee but he wrapped his and around my
arm.  "Michael, I want you to know I appreciate you listening to my
babbling and I want to thank you for all you've showed me."

"You're welcome.  I didn't take it as babbling." There was more he wanted
to say; it was all over his face, but I couldn't read it. "What, Randy?" I
asked.

"This guy, Pete, is mesmerizing me even from this distance.  Fuck, there's
even something about having his cum inside me....."  He let his words trail
off.

"I have another Fleet if you would like to flush it out," I offered gently.

"Thanks, but no, I....I want to take it with me.  I want it in me.  I like
the idea of that most intimate part of him being inside me.  It sounds
weird but it's like my body is absorbing him."

"It doesn't sound weird at all," I said.  "I think you are smitten with
him."

"I wish you hadn't said that," he said with a smile.  "Now I've got that
little truth to deal with."

He still had that look, like the turmoil inside was tearing him up.
"Randy, it's a lot easier to deal with if you don't try to keep it bottled
up inside," I said.

"I feel like I'm ready to explode," he said.

I pressed my hand against his chest.  "Then let it out.  Say the first
thing that's on your mind."

"Michael, I....."

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck me," he blurted.

I wasn't expecting that and I must have looked startled.

"Not just fuck me," he went on quickly.  "I want you to make love to me."

"I can't be Pete for you.  I'm not Pete," I said.

"Pete can wait.  Will you do it if I stay?  If you don't want to, I
understand, and I'll pack up and......"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Slow down.  Take a pill.  Breathe," I said, placing my
hand over his mouth.  "Know this, you incredible, sexy, teenage hunk. You
don't ever have to ask anyone to have sex with you.  The line of men and
boys to do that is endless.  Godd, yes, I will make love to you.  I will
make you forget that I'm not Pete."

"I don't want Pete right now, so stop talking about Pete," he cut in.  "I
want someone who understands these feelings that are gnawing at me.  I need
someone who can help me know if I'm gay and then help me deal with it.  I
don't think Pete could do that.  I know you can. You can help me decide if
I'm truly gay."

"It's not a decision you make, Randy.  It's something you come to know; a
realization. It's facing yourself.  So stop making more of it than it is."

"All right, help me face myself."

"I can't do that.  I can fuck you, I can make love to you, I can make you
know that you like having sex with guys.  But the rest is up to you."

"All right, will you take me in to your bed and do that?  I need that. I
don't want to leave and be alone with all of this. I need you, Michael,
more than I've ever needed anyone in my life."

"Yes. Godd, yes!"  Then I whispered a silent prayer; Godd, don't let me
come up short.

				  The End