Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 22:19:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Different Boy, Different Beach

This story happened today and is totally one hundred percent true in every
detail up to where the family goes in the gate.  From then on, it's
bullshit. I will say this though. I'm seriously thinking of going back to
that beach tomorrow.


Ok, so I'm sick, I have a cold from hell. I go in to work for an hour then
say fuck it and go home. It's nice out, high 80's, a little breeze, I
figure I'll go to the beach, lay in the sun, and swim. There are lots of
stories about how the water off Hawaii is good for you, has curative
effects and I tend to believe it so, what the fuck.  I don't do the usual
tourist beaches for the obvious reasons. I don't like people much. So, I go
out to a residential area where the average price for a house on the beach
is probably about 5. Million that is. And.  There are not usually all that
many people.  So, I'm walking down the beach and I see three people coming
toward me. Looks like a couple of women and a boy who is holding onto a
boogie board. As they get closer I see the woman first and notice that she
is awfully pretty. My eyes move to the other woman, or should I say, girl,
obviously a daughter, and also quite striking. The boy however is something
else. Absolutely, drop fucking dead cute is the only way to describe him.
He looked about ten or eleven and like the women he was blonde blonde, his
skin a light golden color from the sun. He was wearing red board shorts and
had a ball cap on, backwards, and didn't look to be in all that good a
mood, although the semi-scowl did nothing to deter from his absolute beauty
he smiled at me as he passed. Now. I don't go for preteen boys. I mean, I
always look, and sometimes I kind of predict what they might look like at
say, thirteen or fourteen but I don't fantasize about them.  I had written
a few gay stories for Nifty Erotic Stories web site and so I kind of kept
my eye open for situations that I might weave into a story. I keep walking
and finally find the spot I want, open my backpack, lay out the towel and
flop down on my back to heal.  I'm there about five minutes and I hear
voices and turn my head to see the family coming back and stop about 5 five
past me. The boy squats in the sand and plays with his toes while the
mother walks down the beach a little further then comes back. As I watch,
my earlier assessment of him is correct, he is to die for cute. I can only
hear bits of the conversation when the mother returns due to the noise of
the surf and the breeze. It appears the boy wants to body board and this
beach is shit for body boarding and his father won't be back from a
business meeting until tonight.  The boy complains, the sister says to shut
up and the mother tells the sister to lay off. "Ahh fuck," I think to
myself, "lovely fucking family vacation."  After a little more discussion,
they walk up a little set of steps and go through a small gate onto the
lawn of a house. HHHMmmm! Visiting? Cause I didn't figure they lived there.
I gave it little thought as I roasted in the sun for another fifteen
minutes before deciding to get in the water get some sea salt into my
sinuses and blow em out. After a few minutes of floundering about I climb
out and drop back onto my towel.

 A few minutes later I hear the gate creak, a little scuffle on the
concrete steps then nothing. I turn my head, and wonder boy, the epitome of
boy beauty, is sitting on the steps, elbows on knees and chin resting in
his palms, hair damp from a shower perhaps. Definitely unhappy.  I say
"hey" to him and he says hey back. I said "dude, you look like someone shot
your dog."

"That's about what it feels like sometimes" he responds, still looking out
to the waves breaking on the reef.  Then he turns his body in my direction
and looks at me. Deep blue eyes, long lashes, smooth golden complexion and
perfect teeth so white you need sunglasses to look at them. Oh, yes, this
boy was fucking dead on balls fucking gorgeous. "I've been here three days
and haven't got to body board once."  I told him this was definitely not a
body boarding beach for sure. He needed to be almost anywhere else but
right here.  He said they were on a working vacation and so far it had been
lots of working but little vacation, at least doing anything he wanted to
do, which was body board.  As we talk, he still has his elbows on his knees
and alternates between looking at me and looking out to the reef.  The legs
of his board shorts are baggy so I can see up them, clear to the white
cloth of his underwear and the way he is turned I can just barely make out
a bulge where some part of his boy hood is nestled, probably his little
balls.  Then he reaches forward and extends a hand and say's "I'm Mathew by
the way, you can call me Matt."

"No way" I say with surprise, "that's my name too". And we both laugh.
"What's your middle name" I ask the young adonis. "James" he replies and I
am doubly shocked. "Shoots, that's my middle name" and he doesn't believe
me so I take my wallet out and show him my driver's license. Now we are
both laughing harder, his laugh more of a semi-high pitched giggle with a
wonderful melodic sound to it.  Genuine boy laughter. I get on my knees,
put my hands on my hips in a typical irritated parental pose and in a
falsetto voice say "Mathew James did you hear what I said". Hearing this
Matt rolls off the steps onto the sand, his laughter verging on hysterical.
"You sound just like my mom" he says between laughing and gulping air and I
tell him that's cause it's exactly what my mom sounded like. Still does
sometimes. Things finally die down and Matt says again how he wishes he
could go body board somewhere and I tell him about a beach I know that is
the best for body boarding and I wish I could take him there cause I know
he would love it. He says maybe his mom would let me and I tell him I doubt
that since she doesn't know me from Adam. Matt jumps up and say's "I'm
gonna ask her anyway" and jumps the gate and tears off across the lawn.  I
chuckle to myself as I lay back down in the sun.  He seems like a fun kid,
a nice kid. I miss my kids, who live with their bitch from hell mother in
Connecticut and I find that Matt kind of fills that void for me. No sexual
thoughts what so ever, as I said, I like my boys a little older.

About five minutes later I hear the gate creak open and turn my head only
slightly, enough to see Matt's feet.  "So, that was a big waste of time
ya?" I said, turning my head back and closing my eyes.

"Not necessarily" a feminine voice says and I turn rapidly to see the woman
standing there with Matt. "So what's this about taking my son to a beach to
body board. Why would you even offer such a thing." I pulled out my wallet
and showed her a picture of me with my two boys and told her cause I missed
them probably. I also love working with kids, I have the day off, the time,
the energy, and I like showing people the island. So that's why. When she
asks what I do for work I tell her, and then she points to a gold chain and
emblem around my neck and asks, "Are you a friend of Bill's" and I say yes
ma'am, for ten years.  She tells me that she has been too, off and on for
five years, currently she was off. I said there was always hope. Her name
was Samantha, we talked awhile more, she asked me about the beach I told
Matt about and I explained to her where it was. After more discussion she
said that she sensed I was ok, that her son would be safe with me and that
he could go if he wanted to, just be back before five. I gave her my cell
phone number but warned her that sometimes reception on that end of the
island was not all that red hot.  I followed them back onto the lawn and
Samantha and I walked around the front of the house while Matt ran and
grabbed his board. "he really is bored and my husband has so much work to
do while we're here" she explained. I told her I understood and that her
son was safe with me.

Matt and I left through the front gate of the property and when we got in
the car to head out, I commented that I should probly stop by my apartment
and grab some fruit to snack on as well as a jug of ice water. I noticed
too that Matt hadn't brought a towel and said we'd get him one at my
place. Now, I gotta say, at no time was I planning or dreaming or even
fanaticizing about doing anything with this kid, beautiful though he was. I
like boys, but I like em after they start making sperm. That' s just the
way it is. So we get to my apartment and Matt wanders around looking at
things while I gather what we need. He asks to see my bedroom so I show
him, he looks the computer over then sits on the edge of my bed, looks me
in the eye and says,

"So, Matt, do ya want to suck on my boy cock?"

Can you say "shit my pants" cause that was what I was doing.

"What" I asked incredulously, "did you say".  He repeated his question and
added,

"I'd like it if you did and maybe I could suck on your hard man cock too".
He says all this with complete honesty and sincerity, his beautiful face
looking up at me. "I've done it before ya know, with my friend Billy, I
sucked on his cock and he sucked on mine. I really liked it. "I've never
seen a man's hard cock before, can I see your man cock Matt" he asks as he
stands up and moves closer to me.  I'm thinkin,

"Where in the fuck did he get this talk from" and before I know it he has
his hand on the front of my board shorts, rubbing on me.  "Oh, man," he
says with a little excitement in his young voice, "Yours feels really big
Matt, take it out so I can see it".  Indeed mine was getting bigger from
the pressure being put on it by this beautiful, desirable, incredible, but
young, boy.  I take his hand away, and squat down so I am eye level with
the little vixen and ask him how old he is.  "Eleven, I'll be twelve in
September.  Why, am I too young, don't you like me, am I ugly, do you like
girls instead?" and now his voice is cracking a little and I expect tears,
gushes of em and then what the fuck am I gonna do.

"Oh Matt, sweetie" I say softly, yes I do like boys, and your are the most
beautiful child I have ever laid my eyes on, it's just that I have never
been sexy with a boy as young as you are Matt. I usually am sexy with
teenage boys, or men."

"Well I have never been sexy with a man before so we're even" he says
softly with a child's logic.  "And I really want to be sexy with you Matt,
I want you to be the first man I am sexy with". At this he tosses out a
little pout, one I would venture to say could sell anything to anyone, and
his hand moves to the front of his board shorts.  "See Matt, I am getting a
boner just thinkin about it", and indeed, the front of his shorts were
poking out just a little bit. I'm sunk. I'm stuck. I've been seduced by the
most outstandingly beautiful boy on the face of the earth. I am powerless.

"Ok", I say, standing up, my hands reaching to the strings on my board
shorts.

"No" he says, "let me do it" and he sits back on the edge of the bed and
pulls me closer. He rubs on the front of the shorts, my cock is at least
half stand, and he coos about how big it feels. He unties the strings,
loosens the laces like a pair of shoes then tears open the Velcro fly to
loosen the waistband before pulling the shorts down to my knees, then my
ankles. There I stand, in front of this boy, in my boxer briefs, my rock
hard cock straining at the fabric.  He rubs gently on my dick through the
shorts, almost in awe, then squeezes and strokes it a little bit.

"God damn" I'm thinkin, "where in the fuck did this kid learn this stuff".
He puts his fingers into the waistband and pulls it out and then down,
freeing my big cock from it's container, and pulling my underwear down to
my ankles. He has a huge smile on his face as he grasps onto the missile of
flesh pointed at him, the head glistening with precum.

"Oh man Matt, it's so fucking big" he says looking up at me, his voice
clearly in awe now. One hand strokes on my cock while the other fondles and
cups my heavy balls as if weighing them. He is extremely gentle with me,
creating tons of pleasure and no pain. You'd think he had done it all
before. My breathing becomes faster as this young god feels, fondles,
strokes and grasps my ramrod hard cock and my balls. He leans in and sticks
his tongue out onto the head, right at my slit, and licks it, taking the
precum into his perfectly formed young mouth and tasting it. Then he takes
the whole head into his mouth and I gasp at the feeling as he sucks on it,
his tongue moving all over on it as he suckles. I can't help but put my
hands on his head, run my fingers through his soft flaxen hair, rub his
small ears. I can hear him moan slightly, turned on by who knows which part
of this scene and wonder once again, "where in the fuck did he learn this
stuff".  He finally stops, lays back on the bed, swings his feet onto it
and says,

"Take my clothes of please Matt".  I take my T-shirt off and get on the bed
next to him. I rub on his slender chest and down to his soft boy belly,
then pull the shirt up. He lifts his body slightly to help me get it off
then lays back as I rub his little brown nipples, he gasps as I tweak them
slightly, then more gasp as I put my lips to one and suckle it like a
baby. His moaning begins in earnest, his hands rubbing my head as I suckle
him, as my hand moves downward slowly until I hit the edge of his board
shorts, then further until I feel his rigid little boy hood held by the
fabric. I rub on his hard little cock and he moans all the more. My hand
moves up to the drawstrings on his shorts and I untie them while I continue
to suck on his nipple.  I get them unlaced then stop sucking to sit up and
place my hands into his waistband and, as he moves his slender hips in the
air, lower the shorts and take them off. I look at his body for a
moment. So smooth, only the slightest and lightest coating of hair on his
golden legs and arms, his defined little chest and boyish belly that slopes
downward into his white cotton briefs, where a boy's center resides, his
pride and joy straining to be freed from the fabric. I looked into his
face, a look of calm and serenity looking back at me, a face that clearly
defines the word beautiful for the past millenium. He was, the perfect boy,
and as my eyes scanned his body, I knew that underneath the cloth, that
part that so made him "boy", would perfectly match the rest of him.  "Go
ahead Mathew James" he said softly, "take them off, free my boy cock".

Not for the last time did I wonder. "Where in the Sam fucking hell did this
kid learn to talk like this." I leaned down and placed my mouth on his cock
and gripping it with my lips through his briefs.  I blew warm air onto it.
I moved up to where the head was outlined and did the same thing, then
moved down to his balls, and blew once more. He moaned loudly and thrust
his hips up. I sat back up and looked down and slid my fingers into the
waistband of his underwear and starting at the back tugged lightly. He
lifted his little ass for me and I slid the cloth down and under his smooth
cheeks causing the front of his briefs to follow suit but of course they
could only go so far, being held in place by his hard little boy boner. His
whole lower belly was now totally exposed to view and if he had any hairs
they would have been visible but here too, he was as smooth as the rest of
his body. My fucking heart was pounding so fast I thought I would have a
heart attack.  Once again, I leaned down, and I place my lips at that spot
at the base of his cock. I drew in a breath, the sweet smell of fresh boy,
the most intoxicating of scents I was sure. I let my lips nuzzle there a
moment, my hand grasping his cock through the briefs, Matt's breathing
becoming faster with the anticipation of his young hard cock being freed to
the air. It was time. I sat back up and looked at Matt's face, his blue
eyes half closed in lust, his small chest raising and falling.  "Oh god
Matt hurry please, take em off, take my cock out please" he almost panted.
It was time. I lifted the fabric and pulled it down, his hard young cocklet
springing back up to smack his belly then stand firmly in the air, pointing
to his head about two inches off his heaving belly. I watched it pulse, the
blood pouring through it with his young heartbeat. I tugged the underwear
all the way off and he spread his legs wider as I now admired the whole
package. His cock was about four inches long and cut, small blue veins
running along the pale smooth skin. His crinkley little boy sac was in the
stages of beginning to drop so, while not hanging, his balls weren't tight
to his body either and could be easily seen there, one slightly higher in
the sac than the other. I put my hand to his balls and felt them gently.
God they were so smooth and soft to the touch. I moved my hand to his cock
and squeezed up along it's length then stroked it a few times. Matt's
little ass was wiggling with pleasure, moans coming from his mouth.

"Suck on it Matt suck on my cock, oh man I can't wait Matt please put my
cock in your mouth" he panted.  Fuck. This boy was so hot a match would
probably light if you touched it to his little body.  Once again I leaned
down. I licked the underside of his hard little member, up and down then
concentrating on the sensitive glans under the head. Then I licked on the
head itself and at the slit, noticed a tiny bit of stickiness, the boy was
beginning to make precum. Oh how I wished at that point that he could make
sperm. God I wanted to swallow this beautiful child's sperm so badly but I
knew he wasn't that mature yet. I took the whole cock into my mouth and
swallowed it to his balls, and left it there, my throat action working on
the head, my tongue and lips adding to the sensations he was feeling. If
his moans and groans were any indication, he was feeling quite a bit. I
bobbed my head up and down on his rampant boy cock, he thrust his hips up
to meet me. I slipped a hand underneath his slim little ass and squeezed
and kneaded it while I suckled him, his moans becoming more frequent,
almost constant. I left his cock then and got between his legs and licked
and sucked on his smooth soft balls. God I wondered, were my balls ever
this smooth and soft. I imagined they were and I savored their texture, the
smells, the feel of them in my mouth.

"Lick my butt hole, Matt, please. I washed it good just before we left so I
know it's clean" he panted.  I told him to roll onto his belly which he
did, presenting me with the cutest most desirable little ass I have ever
seen. He had a nice indentation for his lower back, then up and out to
those wonderful Lilly white orbs. He amazed me then, as he slid backwards
and onto his knees, his head still laying on the pillow and giving me total
access to his boy hole and little ball sac hanging between his smooth white
legs. I spread the cheeks tenderly, exposing his pink little muscle to
fresh air and then flicked my tongue out to it, barely touching it, teasing
him. I did it again, then licked at his balls, then let my tongue stay on
his skin as it traced the seam of flesh that ran from his smooth hairless
boy bag up to his asshole. Once at the little muscle I stuffed my tongue in
and went to work. I pulled the cheeks as far open as they would go and
licked, slurped, sucked, and kissed the entire muscle and the area around
it. Matt was almost screaming with pleasure, the sounds muffled by the
pillow. I though I heard him saying oh fuck over and over again as he
wiggled his slim little ass and tried to push it farther out to me, as
though he wanted it to gobble up my tongue. I have rimmed an ass or two but
this most definitely was the sweetest, most tender, most inviting,
delicious boy hole I have ever in my life experienced. I was ready to cum
without touching my cock I was so fucking hot.

"Stop, stop stop" he cried, and I did. He rolled back over and looked at
me, if you can call those little slits of eyes, looking.  "Make me cum
Matt, finger me and suck on my cock and make me cum oh please Matt" he
begged. I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and got my finger lathered,
then lay down next to him with my head laying on his soft boy tummy. He
spread his legs as wide as they would go as I felt around for his little
hole and once finding it, slipped the finger in. He gasped, not in pain but
at the intrusion, as this was probably the first time anything had gone
inside him. I put my lips to the head of his wonderful hard little cock and
sucked it into my mouth as my finger hit bottom inside the boy's tight
little asshole. My head began bobbing in unison to the finger sliding in
and out of his tight hole. At each stroke going in, I could feel his little
prostate and when I hit it he thrust his hips up, wiggled his ass and
moaned loudly. I could feel the gland begin to tighten, could feel the
expansion of his penis in my mouth and I kept my finger in as tight as it
would go and rubbed it back and forth across his prostate as it turned hard
as a nut. He lifted his little hips as far as they would go, screamed out
as he climaxed, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through his little
body. I felt something in my mouth but kept sucking without
swallowing. Could it be, I thought. Matt finally settled back down onto the
bed and, I pulled my mouth off his throbbing little cocklet and spit out
what was in my mouth. It was cum. A small, almost clear droplet of liquid,
like a small loogie.  The little boy had actually had his first cum, he
spermed in my mouth. I pulled my finger out of his tight little ass and
told him.

"Matt, look look, you squirted sperm man, look" and he sat up a little and
looked at the little puddle I left on his lower belly.  He smiled, big and
wide, his sparkling white teeth almost blinding.

"Oh Matt that is so so cool" he said as he touched it, then put his finger
to his lips to taste it. I put my mouth down and licked it all in and
swallowed it. And then he was all over me like a coat of fresh paint. He
wrapped his arms around my neck and was kissing me all over my lips and
face and hugging on me and oh god-ing and saying how hot that was, how
awesome it was and how great I was for making him squirt sperms and so on
and so forth. He stopped, moved off my lap and made me lay down then
started on my cock without saying anything other than, "your turn".

The boy stroked, he sucked, he licked, he fondled, he touched, he played,
he tried to do everything that I had done to him except rim me. I was in
heaven as this awesome cute little boy went over me like a steam roller.
What he lacked in experience he made up for with effort and his genuine
sense of wanting to please me. And please me he did. I finally told him to
use the lube and jack me off so he slather up my dick and grabbed on and
stroked.  He was sitting so that I could fondle his cock and balls while he
stroked me, he getting hard all over again. It took awhile and his arm got
tired but he kept on and finally I told him I was there, to not touch the
head, to jack me faster and soon globs of white goo were flying out of my
cock like crazy. His face broke into another huge grin as he watched my
cock erupt like a fountain, sperm landing on my chest, my belly and
eventually slowing down to just dribble out the head and down onto his
little knuckles.  He finally let go of my dick and brought a knuckle to his
mouth and tasted my sperm, commenting that his tasted different. I
explained that was because his was new and fresh, that it would change in
taste and color and certainly amount over the next year. He took a bunch of
it in his fingers then applied it to his now throbbing little boy cock and
stroked on it lovingly. I told him to wait a second, then moved as much of
my cum to one spot on my lower belly as I could then told him to lay down
on me. He did, and I directed his body so that his cock was laying in my
sperm, therefore well lubricated. I put my hands on his glorious little ass
and told him to move like he was fucking and he began the motion, his
little cock sliding easily on my skin. My hands on his ass helped and I
even started playing with his crack and his hole with one hand while he
pumped onto me.  He laid his head on my chest giving him a little better
traction and so he was able to move his ass in circles as well as
pumping. His breathing came fast, I could feel his little heart thumping on
my chest and soon his eyes flew open along with his mouth and he groaned.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as his little body experienced it's second full
blown orgasm in a half an hour.  His young body finally slowed and then
stopped, except for the breathing, which took a little bit longer.  He
kissed me again, this time slower, with tenderness totally unexpected in
such a young boy. "Oh man Matt, this is the best day of my life, I swear
it."

"I have to agree with you baby boy, it may well be for me too."

"Oh man, I love it when you call me baby boy, it feels so so good to hear
it" and he hugged me tighter.

"Well I like saying it to you cause you are and always will be my very
special baby boy. I think we should take a shower now though cause we are
both way sticky". We got up and I carried him into the bathroom, he
giggling like a girl all the way. I ran a shower and we climbed in and I
proceeded to bath him, all over. Of course I took special care with his
wonderful boy cock and little balls, and tenderly cleaned his butt hole
from all lube kissing and fondling each part as I went. He was almost
purring as I cleaned him, eyes closed and taking in all of the feelings.  I
rinsed him off then cleaned myself and we got out and I dried us both off.
I carried him back into the bedroom and laid him gently on the bed and he
put his arms out to me, beckoning me to him. We lay quietly side by side,
he snuggled into me, then he said.

"You know what, this is a lot like a story I read."  I asked what he meant
and he went on. "I read a story on the internet called the Boy On the
Beach" at this point my eyes flew open, "about a boy and a man who meet on
the beach and.." I stopped him saying,

"Yes I know the story" and at that point I knew where he learned to say the
things he had said, to do some of the things he was doing. He was reading
stories in the Nifty archives and mimicking them, my stories.

"You read the story then, don't you think it's kind of like us" he asked
eagerly.  I leaned up on one elbow and looked down into that magnificent
face and those gorgeous blue eyes and said,

"Baby boy, I wrote that story". Of course he didn't believe me and poked me
in the ribs saying I was teasing him. I laughed and, getting off the bed,
went to my computer and logged onto the net and opened my email account
under the tag_m name.

"It's you, it is you, you're him, Oh man I can't believe this, I love all
your stories they are so so awesome about boys and" ..on and on he went,
his excitement boiling over.  He was laughing and talking and hugging and
jumping around all at the same time. "you're famous Matt, I bet tons of
people know who tag is".  I told him that I did get a lot of email from
fans and hoped that everyone liked my stuff.

He sat on my lap with his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. "I
love you Matt, I wished we lived here so I could still see you more". I
told him that he could email me any time he wanted to and if he ever came
back here to visit we would certainly get together. He said they were going
to be here for another week so maybe we could get together again and I said
that was a possibility for sure.  Then he got a gleam in his eye. He leaned
in so our noses touched and said,

"So, are you gonna make a story out of us?"  The thought had not entered my
mind, I was still reveling in the afterglow of having sex with this
perfect, this incredible, this dynamic, awesome, loving little boy.

"I dunno, I spose I could" I said. "what would we call it, BOY ON THE BEACH
-TWO I said jokingly. He slapped my shoulder playfully and said,

"Noooooo, that sounds too silly, besides I'm a different boy and this is a
different place. I got it he beamed, how about Different Boy, Different
Beach.

"Done" I smiled at him.