Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2004 09:50:18 +0000
From: paperboy 16 <paperboy_17@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lover's Dance

This is my first attempt at writing fiction. However its only partly
fiction as much of the story is based on real experiences. The story is
set in New Zealand. I've only visited there on holiday with my family
three times but it has to be one of the most wonderful places on the
planet. The names and characters are all imaginary bear no intentional
resemblance to any person alive or dead, the story contains sex between
Men and Boys and boys and boys so if you don't appreciate this type of
story please leave.

Please note that this story has a copyright .. whatever that means!

If you enjoy the story or have some constructive comment that will help
me become a better writer (I want to be a English teacher or a
journalist when I grow up) please email me at paperboy_17@hotmail.com


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Seeing naked bodies is nothing new to me. My dad owns a large beachside
tourist resort in New Zealand and during the summer months large numbers of
"all over tanners" flock to the resort to select discreet spots along the15
kilometres of white sandy shoreline and work on their tans. Most walk quite
a distance down the beach for their privacy letting the clothed bathers work
on their semi-tans close to the resort.

When dad first bought the complex my parents thought they would try to
protect the kids ( I have a younger sister)  from the sights and "goings on"
on the beach. We were banned from going down the "free" end of the beach
"because the surf was too dangerous there". Really that was where the better
surf was and so it was inevitable that as we got older the call of the sun,
sea and surf would be too strong for our parents to enforce the rule
sensibly.

Instead of trying to fight the situation Mum & Dad encouraged us to think of
nude sun bathing as being normal for those people who enjoyed it but that
most people preferred clothes - even at 8 years old I knew that it was not
really "normal" for people to nude sunbathe in public.

However, I figured that as long as you were out on the beach by yourselves
it was OK and by the time I was ten wearing togs (swimming costumes) was
only something I did in the one of the complex pools or spas, at the resort
end of the beach, or during the height of the busy season when the beach was
more populated. I used to, and still do, love swimming and sunbathing naked.
The feel of the water rushing over my whole body without the restriction of
togs can't be beaten.

We live on-site and as you can imagine I have seen plenty of hot sights
including couples making out on the beach and in the spa pool at night (my
room overlooks the spa and swimming pool area whereas my sister has a view
of the ocean). But it was not until just over 3 years ago during the summer
holidays before I started high school that I saw one guy sucking another.

I often sneaked trough the woods that separated the beach from the golf
course and hid behind the trees in one of several hiding spots where I could
see the beach without being seen. There I would watch the various bodies ...
awe-struck by the beauty of some and taking an only cursory glance at those
that looked like they needed a good iron!

This particular day I was with my best friend Paul who was staying over for
a couple of days.

Paul and I are really close mates. He was one of the first guys I took up
with when we first arrived at the local primary school. At first because we
are in a pretty rural part of the country and we were so young, if we wanted
to visit each other we had to rely on our parents to transport us but now
that we are older and have bikes its much easier to get together. During the
school week days I often jump off the school bus outside Paul's place and
stay over and as often he does the same here ... we're almost like brothers.
People comment that we even look alike.

I shared a lot of firsts with Paul; my first cigarette, my first taste of
beer, my first real ride on a surfboard, my first night camping without my
parents, and of course my first look at a penthouse magazine (which he had
pinched from his father's study) and which led to my first wank with anyone.

At 16 now we're both just under 6', and both have swimmers physiques and
tanned bodies. Paul though has dark hair and traces of hair on his chest
where as I am very blonde and my hair is really fine so even though I have
some silky chest hair it is pretty near invisible. Paul has some mean tan
lines whereas because I swim and sunbathe naked a lot my body is all tanned
... its just that some parts of me are less tanned than others.

Although he might not agree I reckon Paul is more adventurous than I am. He
always takes the lead in any adventures we get into and it was Paul (when we
were about 10) who first suggested that the "no go" beach rule was only for
swimming - there wasn't any reason why we couldn't build huts in the woods
or track rabbit marks through the sand dunes.

Of course I had sneaked down the beach by myself a number of times but Paul
was the first mate that I had ever gone with.

I guess we're both also pretty intelligent too but our strengths are
opposites I love English, History and debating whereas he's really into
Computers, Maths and Science. We both play rugby and cricket and of course
are totally addicted to the buzz of catching a good break.

Visiting my place is popular with the kids at school - partly because as
long as we behaved, were polite and pleasant to the guests, and remembered
that they always had priority, we were able to use the resort facilities. We
didn't use the golf course except for hunting for lost balls that we could
to the pro, but the sauna, spas, and tennis courts were in hot demand as was
of course our favourite .. the two swimming pools!.

A sneak along through the sand hills or the woods to my secret hides is also
a very popular activity amongst my friends but it's a privilege reserved for
only my closest buddies who I can rely on not to breathe a word to anyone
else.

It doesn't sound very modest but I always get on well with the guests too -
particularly the overseas ones. They ask me lots about living in NZ, laugh
with me at my accent (although they're the ones with accents and love me
telling them that) and are generally really nice people to have round. Now
that I'm older I often get asked to join them for a game of tennis or
petanque if they need someone to play with. We often get guys 18 - 25
staying who are travelling by themselves and I they are really fun to be
with ... I guess they get lonely travelling by themselves and so they are
much more fun to play with and are more interesting company than the
married and semi-married guests.

This day 3 years ago we were walking to the beach the back way through the
woods to the sand dunes. We often walked through the woods that way hoping
to find someone (or even better - ones) to spy on. Occasionally we got a
real eyeful and on more than one occasion as we got older Paul and I would
jack off watching a couple making out.

This day was like many before. The sun was high in the sky and there was
just enough offshore breezes to help the surf form an even break - it was
the ideal day for a surf. Paul was eager to get going and volunteered to
help me with the chores so I could get them done faster. Even though Dad has
a resort management company running the place I have two jobs nowadays (my
parents say that if I am going to use the facilities I should help out with
the work - its meant to be good for me!).

My first responsibility is to relieve in the souvenir shop while the staff
have their breaks in the weekends and between 4.00 and 5.30 after school. If
they get busy I sometimes am asked to help with the piles of dishes in the
restaurant. Sometimes the restaurant manager gets me to do the rounds with
the coffee pot for fill-ups. I enjoy doing that - it gives me a chance to
chat to some of the guests who seem a bit lonely - especially those who are
travelling by themselves - and more often than not they're the ones who give
me tips.

My other regular chore is to get leaves out of the pool every morning.

When I was 13 however I only had to do the pool and that particular day
there seemed to be more than usual but it may have just been that we were
keen to get going. It's the sort of job you can't really rush ... if push
the net too fast you create a current which pushes the leaves away from the
net.

Eventually we finished (or at least got sufficient leaves out to make it
look like we'd finished and took off to the beach.

Dad had a small shed built down by the beach (near the clothing end
obviously) to store the resort surfboards in (we kept our private ones there
too and our friends got to use the resort ones as long as no guests wanted
them). Having the beach shed was great as it meant that we didn't have to
carry the heavy boards too far.

As we walked through the woods we saw a couple of guys naked on the beach. I
thought I recognised one of them, a guest I had met briefly in the sauna a
couple of nights previously.

I had been in the sauna by myself. I always get horny in the sauna and my
semi-hard cock created a good-sized bulge in my swimming trunks.

The guy who walked in looked like something off TV. He had a really defined
swimmers physique and as soon as he opened the door he dropped the towel
that was wrapped round his waist. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. Even
soft it looked like it was about 6 inches. It hung between his legs and sort
of swayed as he walked. Its huge purple circumcised head was in proportion
to the rest. Large - very large! He introduced himself as Matty as I got up
to go but he just stood in the doorway and started to chat and I couldn't
get passed him without appearing to be really impolite. As I couldn't leave
I sat down again. He just stood chatting and doing stretches like he had
just had just come from the gym. I asked him if he had just had a workout
and he smiled and replied "in a manner of speaking, yes"

I didn't quite understand his answer at the time but certainly do now.

I tried to keep our discussion as brief as I could as my parents forbade us
from using the sauna or spas if there were guests there - we always had
politely excused ourselves and leave immediately. Sometimes the guys would
invite us to stay (even almost insist) but our parents were super-strict
about that particular rule - after all the guests were paying and were
entitled to their privacy.

He asked about school, my friends, sports I was into, girlfriends and was
real interested. I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock. My eyes seemed to be
drawn to it no matter where I looked. And worst of all my already semi-hard
was stiffening uncontrollably. I knew if I stood it was going to show and I
could feel my face getting hotter and hotter ... at least he would think
that the sauna heat was doing that!

Eventually I couldn't cope with the heat any longer and said "Sorry sir,...
ah ... Matty, you'll have to excuse me I'm getting too hot"

"No problem," he smiled, "I can see that"

My face turned an even greater shade of red as I recognised the double
meaning in his comment.

Both the guys on the beach were nude and the one who from a distance I was
pretty sure was Matty was rubbing suntan lotion on the other who was lying
on his back and was sporting very good-sized hard-on.

Paul nudged me to move closer so we broke cover from the trees and sneaked
closer oing round the little hillocks of sand that would hide us from their
view until we found a spot where if we knelt we could see clearly without
being noticed.

Matty's well-toned body was already glistening with oil so obviously he'd
been done and now it was his turn to massage the other guy. There was no
spot he missed. He spread the oil over every inch of the other guy's body.
When he got to his friend's rigid member he oiled his hands and then very
slowly massaged it with one hand while he played with his balls and ass with
the other.

He would do this for a while then shift his focus to the guy's inside legs
starting at the knee and working his way up til he reached his balls and
then reverse the order. After 9 or 10 lengths of the legs he would pour a
little oil on the guy's chest massaging it from side to slide. He would
concentrate for a while on the guy's nipples rubbing the oil round the 10c
piece size brown bits and then lightly pinching the nipples themselves.
Then he would take some more oil and start massaging from side to side
again slowly working his way down to his taut stomach muscles running the
tips of his fingers through his pubic hair before stroking and massaging
his cock again.

I was fascinated and quickly got hard. - I tried to hide the tenting in my
shorts and sneaked a look at Paul. He was transfixed and his shorts were
being strained as much as mine if not more

Then to my surprise Matty leaned over, licked the guy's cockhead and then
slipped his whole mouth over it.

"Fuuuck!" I heard whispered next to me.

I couldn't help myself - I had to adjust my aching cock and heard a "me too"
whispered from beside me as Paul followed suit. We stayed there kneeling
behind the cover of the sand hill for what seemed like ages. Matty was
slowly bobbing up and down on the others cock. He was in sort of a rhythm or
pattern. He would run his tongue over the other's balls and up the normally
underneath side of the cock to the rim. Then run his tongue round the head
before lowering himself on the shaft. It didn't seem possible that anyone
could fit that much cock in a mouth. Matty re-positioned himself and his
friend inserted a finger up Matty's ass - with that I just about blew!

"Fuuuuuuck" I heard repeated with more emphasis in a whisper from beside me
again.

Both of the guys had large cut cocks - certainly by my measure they were not
just large but enormous. I've seen a lot of cocks on the beach but these
guys were in a class of their own. I was the biggest of my mates' that I had
seen both soft and hard but these guys seemed at least twice my 4 inches.

As Matty worked on various parts of the other guy's body he would shift his
position and a couple of times I got a clear look at his huge balls from
behind as they dangled and swayed in time to his movements.

Transfixed we watched almost scared to breath until the guy being sucked
started to sort of buck and tremble. One of the things I remember most of
this scene which would be imprinted on my brain forever was his stomach
muscles ... they seemed to tense to the point that each was clearly defined
- so that they seemed as if they were almost separate to his stomach
altogether. When eventually the muscles tensed in one long spasm and then
relaxed Matty stopped his frenetic bobbing up and down and stopped dead
still with the cock in his mouth. A few seconds later he leaned and shared a
mouth dripping with cum with his friend in a long and passionate kiss.

The obviously well satisfied guy now took charge taking Matty in an embrace
and moving him to where he lay on top. Matty said something and took up a
position kneeling between his friend's splayed legs. It was obviously a
position they had been in before as they moved like a well-directed dance
routine. The other took some suntan lotion and started rubbing it onto
Matty's member and then into his own crack while Matty rubbed his friends
inside legs again.  Matty then lifted his friend's legs over his shoulders
and aimed his oiled cock at the willing and exposed target.

What followed was a "lovers dance" the like we'd never seen before. The two
bodies seemed to move as one. The pounding got faster and faster. Sweat was
falling in large drips from Matty onto the oiled stomach beneath him. As his
friends hands dug frenzied holes in the sand in a fruitless attempt to gain
some sort of purchase Matty tensed bolt upright and hit his climax. I a
movement that seemed the opposite of death where first a body goes limp and
then stiffens with rigor mortis Matty tensed and froze statue-like and then
as if all his energy was drained out of him sank into an uncoordinated
lethargic collapse on top of his lover.

"Fuck Almighty" I heard muttered beside me "was that ever hot ... lets get
back to the woods."

I wanted to stay and watch but Paul had already started to move off with an
seemingly unrestrained urgency. The couple lay embraced in each other's arms
as we retreated from our hide to the cover of the woods. Neither of us said
anything for ages. I think our minds had been thrown into overload by what
we'd just witnessed. It was Paul who broke the silence with an expressive
"Fuck - I need to get off"

"Me too" I replied and led the way to a thicket of bush where we'd made a
hut of sorts.

Whereas Paul wears briefs, when I'm at home I never wear any underwear and
my shorts had a huge damp spot showing. As soon as we were in the thicket
and hidden from from an unlikely wanderer's view I dropped my beach shorts.
With no shorts on the precum became more evident running in a little river
down the inside of my leg and hanging spider-web like across to my gooey
cock.

Precum flowed rather than oozed from its tip and my cock seemed to be bigger
than I could ever remember it. Paul had dropped his shorts also and was
standing next to me. He reached out and started to spread the precum round
my cockhead so I did the same to him. It was the first time we had touched
each other. We'd wanked together heaps but never touched each other's
manhood as we did then. As Paul touched my cockhead it was as if an electric
shock raced through it. I felt a familiar but much stronger tingle start at
my piss slit and streak to a point somewhere inside my stomach and then like
Matty in the scene we had just witnessed everything in me tensed - my cock
trembled deep within itself and shot great globules of sperm on the ground.

We both shot before we even started to wank properly. Me first and then Paul
just seconds after. I'd been cumming properly for about the previous 5 or 6
months and wanked at night regularly but never like this. When I came it was
like I had just finished the cross-country run. I was breathless and my
knees and legs felt all rubbery and like they would never be able to hold me
if I tried to walk.

Paul too looked sort of dazed. I obviously couldn't see myself but thought I
must have also. Without saying anything he pulled his shorts up and sat
down. I followed suit. I don't think either of us knew what to say. Paul
broke the silence by pulling a crumpled pack of Benson & Hedges out of his
pocket and saying "Fuck ... ". (It was becoming a pretty familiar expression
for someone who normally had a wide vocabulary..) "I need a smoke ... want
one?"

Paul was the only one I smoked with ... lots of the kids at school pinched
cigarettes from their parents but I didn't really like smoking so unless it
was with Paul I never joined in. And anyway ... today it seemed like a great
idea. We lit up and Paul inhaled deeply. "Fuck," he said again "That was
awesome".

"Yeah," I replied. I wanted to comment on how hot watching the guys making
love had been but was nervous that Paul might have thought I was gay or
something even though it was obvious he was as turned on by it as I was. I
became very aware that I had a heap of thinking to work through!

"C'mon" I said burying the tip of my cigarette in the soft sand "lets hit
the waves."

Paul had to go home that afternoon so the next morning I had to do the pool
by myself. It isn't a bad job and it doesn't take any brainpower so it
gives me a chance to process all sorts of stuff in my head. Mum and Dad are
always complaining that I spend my life daydreaming and I suppose they're
right. My mind seems to be uncontrollable sometimes and spends most of its
time shooting off in all directions.

Speaking of shooting off in all directions - I hadn't got a lot of sleep
during the night. I just couldn't get the vision of the two guys entwined in
their "lovers dance". I had woken at least half a dozen times with an aching
erection. Each time my fitful dream was of myself being oiled by Matty.
Each time I wanked. By morning my cock hurt and there was not a drop of
sperm left in my balls but still in the shower I couldn't resist the urge.

That morning while going through the routine of So while my easing the leaf
net through the water my body was in a state of semi-exhaustion but my mind
was racing a million miles away reviewing the happenings of the day before.

If my mind seemed to be uncontrollable so was my cock. I couldn't help
revisiting the two guys making love on the beach and as I thought about it
my cock again started to stir.

"I'm going to have to start wearing underwear all the time" I thought to
myself as I felt my cock strengthening. I knew full well that if it got any
harder it would be come quite evident through the shorts "I wonder if that's
the reason Paul always wears briefs?" I thought to myself. "If I was
obsessed with sex and always horny then he probably was
too" I thought.

I was brought sharply back into reality with the sound of a voice behind me.

"Excuse me," it said, "I was just wondering when the pool would be ready for
opening"

"It should be finished in a ... " I replied politely as I turned to answer
the questioner. I stopped mid sentence, totally lost for words. The inquirer
was Matty - the subject of my jerk offs and fantasies the night before. I
immediately felt the blood rush to my face.

I'm normally really good with words but my mind just wen sort of blank.

"I should be finished soon" I eventually stumbled out. "But if you want to
you can get in now ... I'll just work around you."

"No problem" he smiled "I'll just go over on to a lounger and get some sun
while I wait... Oh by the way, I enjoyed our chat the other night ... I'd
love to continue it sometime".

"Great" I said, "I'd like to also". I'm not sure that I did but how else do
you be polite to a guest who says that sort of thing.

Matty went and lay down in a lounger on the opposite side of the pool. The
lounger was behind a windbreak fence so that he was virtually out of sight
of anyone but me.

He lay down with his feet either side of the lounger so that his legs were
spread quite widely apart. He lay there gently rubbing his thighs. I
couldn't help but see him every time I looked up. Each time I did he just
smiled at me. He was wearing speedos and it seemed as if his cock was
growing while he lay there.

I wasn't sure about his ... but I was sure about mine ... I was going to end
up with a very embarrassing tent in my shorts if this continued much longer.

TO BE CONTINUED ... If you wish

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