Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2011 08:36:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: rr2253@bellsouth.net
Subject: My Beach Boy Find

This a a work of gay erotic fiction. No characters actually exist. It is
not to be sued or reproduced without permission and can only be read by
those over 18 and where legal.

My Beach Boy Find

It was unusually hot in Florida for April. The temperatures must have been
approaching 90 degrees as I headed to my weekend getaway. I'm Justin Cole,
30, considered pretty good looking with dark hair, pretty well tanned,
decent body due to my interest in working out regularly, and weigh about
160 lbs. My eyes are green. I have lived in my present condo for about a
year. It really is more like a house with a small private pool and close to
the ocean . The interior space is very private with walls around my entire
outside area. I'm kind of lucky as I saved some money, inherited some from
my parents after they died and have a pretty good job that pays in the low
six figures. Not bad. I went without little except right now I was between
boyfriends. My most recent guy, Scotty, had moved out to pursue "other
interests" and moved west to California. I was a little bummed but decided
Scotty's drama was more than I really wanted anyway, so I was content being
single again.

I had decided to get out of town for a weekend and went for a hotel stay
over on the west coast beaches. A little scenery change was in order. I
packed very light taking only the shorts I had on, one extra pair and some
jeans along with my swimsuit, and a top or two. I didn't even bring extra
shoes deciding wherever I went, my flip flop sandals would do. I usually
didn't wear much underwear so I left that too and took only my tooth brush
, razor some personal hygiene supplies and some nice smelling body
spray. Of course I packed my e-reader book for some beachside relaxation.

I drove the 90 or so minutes to the hotel and checked in. Not a bad
place. The room wasn't quite as nice as I hoped having no couch and only a
chair, but a coffee maker and bar fridge were there along with a
comfortable king sized bed and a great little patio that overlooked the
blue water for the Gulf of Mexico. Not bad for a weekend retreat.

After checking out the room and hotel and looking at some hot bodies
walking on the beach, I stripped off my shorts and tank top and put on my
swim shorts, grabbed a towel and a chilled water and went out to explore
the beach some more. To get to the beach, visitors had to go across the
broad pool area that was crowded mostly with sunbathers. I looked around
and found only two chairs available so I went on to the beach seeking a
little more quiet. Once there however, the sand was very hot and the surf
was still a little chilly. The hot days hadn't warmed it as much as I
thought. I spent about an hour roaming along the beach. My sunglasses
covered my looks at the hard bodies and others playing beach volleyball, or
other activities on the beach. It kind of got my cock stirring a little.
By the way, I forgot to tell you that I was lucky in that area too having
about 8.5 inches that was kind of thick. I kept my balls shaved and my
public hair very trimmed. I guess you could say I was into manscaping!

I looked at my watch and was surprised it was only around noon. I had
gotten to the hotel earlier than expected and was lucky they let me check
in. Feeling a little thirsty and thinking about a little lunch, I headed
back to the pool area. I recalled seeing tables there and people dining. I
kind of hated eating alone but having no one with me, decided I might as
well do it anyway. I hoped I might meet some other single guy who join me
for dinner lately but didn't worry about it as I was pretty self
confident..

I strolled into the pool area, washed my sand covered feet and looked for a
chair to sprall out in before lunch. I thought maybe it a good idea to get
a deck chair for after lunch where I could leave my stuff. I found one near
the dining area. Not the best spot but it would do. I surveyed the people
nearby and saw an older guy to one side and a younger looking guy to the
other. He was smoking a cigarette which maybe explained why the chair next
to him was empty. I still smoked sometimes. Actually, I liked to smoke but
knew I should quit. It didn't bother me if he smoked. I asked if anyone was
using the chair. The older guy said no it was vacant. The kid didn't say
anything so I sat down.  I made little small talk with the older guy about
the weather and his interest in my electronic book. After a few minutes we
both settled back. I as usual, spent more time people watching. The kid
next to me got up finally, but left his towel on the chair. He was wearing
just a pair of board short type swimsuit similar to mine. Naturally I
looked up and he nodded to me as if to say hello to which I did the same. I
noticed he had a nice body and was probably around 17 or 18 years old. I
suspected, as I usually do when ogling guys, something about them. I
figured him to be here on spring break with his family, probably a jock and
thinking about filling his face. He had a decent body with nice pecs for
his age, a little hair, at the beginnings of a treasure trail and hairy
legs. His feet were at least sized 10 but he had no shoes so I could
appreciate his feet. He walked over to a table just vacated and not yet
cleaned. Food plates still sat there. That was when I found it
interesting. He picked up some left over food off one of the plates, some
fruit and part of a burger, and after looking around, quickly deposited the
remains in his mouth!. I was a little surprised. He had apparently been
watching as the young couple there ate and then left.. He strolled past
another table that also had a few plates and grabbed a couple of potato
chips off that. After munching down the food, he came back and sat down. I
wanted to ask him what the hell he was doing but thought better of it. As
he hadn't said anything to me, I decided not to bother him until a little
while later, he did the same thing again.

I wondered why he didn't just order something. I was sure he could sign for
it and put it on his parents tab. I was getting kind of hungry as he
returned and sat down. I heard his stomach growl, at least I think that it
was, gurgle a little. I looked at him and he smiled but didn't say
anything. I decided to ask.

"Sounds like you need lunch."

"Oh, it's ok. I'll get something later." He replied.

"Why not just order something from the waiter?"

I can't talk to him, he'll kick me out.! Was his reply.

I guess I looked a little puzzled but he didn't offer anymore.

"Think I'll have lunch. What's good here?" I asked. The kid looked at me
and kind of shrugged his shoulders".

The older guy got up to leave and said good- bye so now it was just the two
of us -- the kid and me.

It finally hit me. This kid wasn't with anyone. He was just hanging out
here while he could. I had heard of teen runaways who came to Florida due
to warm weather, and tried to make a life.

I sat a few minutes longer and started to get up.

"I'm going for lunch. Will you watch my stuff or are you leaving?"

He laughed and said "Sure, I'll watch it. Haven't got anywhere else to go."

I asked him if he had lunch.

"He looked over again, kind of sizing me up and said "nah, no
lunch. Actually, no breakfast either. Guess you saw me snitch some stuff
before. No money either."

I asked if he wanted anything and he again kind of sized me up and replied
"What do I have to do to get lunch?"

I looked at him again and asked what he meant.

"Kind of scared to take anything from a guy. He may want something I can't
give."

"I don't need anything. Look, I'm here by myself so you looked kind of in
need of a meal and I thought I could have somebody to talk with. Just an
offer. If you don't want anything, that's your choice." I replied.

"Yeah, I guess I could sure eat something."

I said we should just leave our stuff and go to a table. He got up and
followed but brought his towel with him. I asked him why he didn't leave it
and he replied kind of sadly, that was all he had left.

I again looked at him strangely and he said his other stuff got ripped off.

We sat down at a table and the waiter came to take our order. The waiter
looked at him with a little hostility.  "Is he with you, Sir?"

"Yes, why?"

"He's been here for awhile and I never saw him with anyone or order
anything. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude."

Yes, he can order whatever he wants and I will have the burger with a side
of fruit and a beer.

The kid looked at me as if to ask permission.. I looked over and nodded
affirmatively.

"guess I will have the same." He finally said

Except, no beer for him. Probably a soda? I questioned.

The kid finally got a smirk on his face and said he thought he would at
least try. "Yeah a Coke is fine." He said. I knew he wasn't twenty one.

I asked him to explain about his situation as we waited. He seemed a little
reluctant to say much but finally admitted he wasn't at the hotel with
anyone.  "I came down for spring break.  My buddy hooked up with a girl and
left me. I was talking with some dudes on the beach and the next thing I
know, they ripped off all my stuff. That was two days ago. I can't find
them and ain't got no money to call anybody so I just been hanging out here
trying to figure out what to do. " I told him I thought that was pretty
crappy of his friend and the other guys. The food arrived and I began to
eat. He chowed down like it was his last meal.

I asked him where he had been staying and he said he tried to hang around
the hotel for some food scraps but he was sleeping wherever he could,
mostly on the beach if the beach patrol didn't find him. It gets kind of
chilly out there at night." He admitted. "I thought it was always just warm
in Florida. That's why I don't want my towel ripped off. It is the only
thing I got left."

I asked him about calling home and telling his parents. I was sure they
would wire money for a ticket home and some clothes. He didn't say much to
that until later when he admitted it wasn't spring break. He had run away
(no elaborating on why) and that he wasn't with a friend. The only true
part was that some guys had ripped of his stuff and money. He no longer had
his cell phone either. I guess it wouldn't have mattered though as he said
his stepdad had cut off the service as soon as he left, reporting the phone
stolen or something.

We finished eating. I signed the check and we got up to leave. As we did, I
told him I would get him something later if he was hungry. He looked down
and sheepishly thanked me for the lunch. "I'll pay you back when I can." He
said quietly.

I told him there was no need and wished him well as if to dismiss him and
send him on his way.

"You mind if I sit near you for awhile?" he asked.

"Sure, I guess you can sit anywhere you like. Just don't run in to any
management people. They will probably kick you out." I joked

We went back and sat in our lounge chairs. I read my book and he just
looked around and then closed his eyes for a bit. After a little while, he
opened up his eyes and looked over to me.

"You gay?" he asked boldly.

"Why do you ask?" I said.

"Cause I noticed you look more at guys passing by then girls. And, you were
nice to me" he replied

"What's helping someone out got to do with being gay?" I asked.

"Nothing. Most dudes would have let me be. I don't know any fags .. or, er
gay guys."

"No offense taken but the fact is I am gay." I said matter of factly.

"No shit'" he said. "I knew it. You probably expect me to do some gay stuff
with you now that you bought me lunch." He said

"No, not really. You're not my type. A little too young I think. I like
guys who are at least legal." I responded.

He looked at me as if in shock. " We used to fuck around and give gay guys
all kinds of shit back home. Always was taught to show no respect for a
fag."

"That's too bad.  I'm sure you had your reasons. Maybe you learned
something today." I replied. "Gays get bashed for all kinds of wrong
things."

He didn't say anything for awhile. After a bit, he said "When you offered
to buy me lunch, I thought maybe you wanted to fuck with me or something.
I guess you are an all right guy though..

"Well thanks for the compliment, I think. You know most gay guys only are
interested in other gay guys. It's usually straight perverts that attack
young kids.." I said boldly.

"My stepdad says gay guys want to rape all guys".

I laughed and said" your stepdad has got a lot of learning to do."

We sat again and I returned to my book. When the waiter came by, I ordered
another drink and looked over to see if he wanted anything. I had not got
his name yet. As I turned to look, he turned his face away but not before I
could see some tears in his eyes. I said nothing of it and asked if he
wanted a soda. He didn't look over but said yes so I told the waiter to
bring us both something.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Afraid I might want to rape you" I laughed.

I could see he wasn't amused.

When he finally looked over, he wiped the tears and said " my stepdad beats
me. That's why I left. I hate him!"

I said nothing but waited for an opportunity and finally replied that I was
sorry he had such a bad time at home.

"Since my Mom got sick and died, he treats me like shit. I think he blames
me for her car accident. I had enough after the last beating and just took
my stuff and left. Now I ain't got shit and no place to go and a fag just
bought me stuff.." he looked over and quickly apologized about the fag
comment. I told him it was alright and I would help him get some help if he
wanted. The drinks came and we sat silently for a bit. I told him I thought
he should call his dad .He could use my phone. He got a little angry and
refused and said I should mind my own business.

 I didn't say anymore for awhile. After an hour or so, I decided to go back
to my room. I got up and said I was going in for awhile. He nodded and
thanked me for the lunch and soda as he lit his last cigarette in the
pack. "Fuck, I'm out of smokes now too! Damn". He said.

I didn't offer to get him any but did say as I was leaving that my name was
Justin. I was in room 420 if he wanted to catch up with me later for
dinner. He thanked me in his own way and said his name was Paul. I told him
I hoped things would work out and went to my room.

When I got there, I stripped off my swimsuit and stayed naked as I laid on
the bed and tried to read. Paul's issues came back and forth in my mind so
I had trouble concentrating.  I had a drink and laid down again and decided
to take a nap. I must have slept for an hour or so. I t was now late
afternoon. I got up and looked outside noticing that the beach was
beginning to clear out and few people remained at the pool. I did see Paul
still laying on a lounge chair by himself. He was covered with his towel
somewhat. It made me wonder what he would do about eating and sleeping that
night. I was a little concerned that this kid was going to spend another
night on the beach alone. It was very dark out there at night and I heard
the t.v weather say it was going to cool down considerably that night. If
he was too stubborn to admit defeat and call his stepdad or seek any help,
I guess it was his problem.

I went into the bathroom and took a long leisurely shower. I shaved, and
used my portable device I had to clean out my ass hole. Having had a crap a
while ago, I decided to insert the little head and clean out. It felt kind
of good douching the hole and letting the water run out. It actually gave
me a hardon. I could see my cock start to get hard as I thought about some
of the hot guys I had seen at the pool and beach.  I was drying myself off
and stroking my cock thinking it might be nice to jack off before going to
dinner, when I heard a little knock on the door to my room. I was going to
put on a robe but discovered I had none so I simply wrapped a towel around
my waist and went to the door. To look out the peep hole and see who was
there. I wasn't expecting any guests and if it was a room maid, I could
simply tell her to come back. I looked out and saw Paul standing there. It
kind of surprised me but really shouldn't have I guess. I had told him it
was ok to come up around dinner time if he wanted food. Even his pride
didn't stop a growling stomach. Maybe he decided to call home. It was about
5:30 on the clock. I opened the door not full distance and he immediately
smiled at me. He sheepishly said I had asked him to join me for dinner so
he decided to accept. I told him to come in but I was just getting cleaned
up so he could wait if he wanted. He came in and I told him to sit down
while I dressed.  I dropped the towel as I was at the closet. I figured he
was probably a jock and had seen lots of naked guys. I turned a little to
pull out some jeans and a shirt.

"Wow. That's some piece of meat there." He laughed as he saw my long
cock. It wasn't hard or anything and hung down nicely from my trimmed
pubes.

"OH, thanks." I said as I turned away now exposing my smooth bubble ass and
slipped the jeans on.

"Hey, you forgot your underwear.' He smirked not turning his gaze from me.

"Never wear it." I said confidently.

"Don't you get shit stains and crap on your clothes?" he asked never taking
his eyes off me.

"Not if you keep your hole clean."

"Damn, you gay guys do stuff different from what I do."

I looked at him not quite understanding. "If I didn't wear underwear, my
dad would beat me for that too!" he said.

"To each his own. I kind of like keeping everything hanging loose." I
replied. "Hey you want to shower before you change for dinner?" I asked.

"Yeah love to change but you forgot. This is all I got " he replied. I
looked over at him realizing my mistake. "I can lend you some stuff for
tonight if you want a shirt and such."

"Yeah, maybe a shower would feel good." I motioned to the bathroom and he
got up and came over. I went in and told him where the shampoo and soap
were and if he wanted to borrow my deodorant he could. He didn't strip off
his swimsuit right away seeming to wait until I was out of sight. I
realized his embarrassment and went out. I told him he could use my
toothpaste as well. He seemed to take a long time when I realized that he
probably took a shit before showering. I made another drink and sat on the
bed with no shirt or shoes and watched the news while he cleaned up.  He
finally called from the bathroom and asked if he should put his swimsuit
back on. I told him no as it was probably dirty. I would lend him some
stuff. He finally came out naked holding his swimsuit in front of
him. "Hope you don't mind, but I had to crap." I told him I didn't care and
asked if he washed his butthole after. I laughed as I said it.

"Yes, Daddy. I tried to but it was kind of gross" he laughed.

He finally admitted he only stuck a finger in his hole sometimes when he
jerked off at home. It usually felt pretty good he admitted but didn't like
the crap he got on his finger. I told him about the device I used and said
he could try it if he wanted.

"I don't get fucked in the ass and do all the fucking." He said I joked and
asked him if he got lucky very often. "I've had a few hot chicks that loved
my cock in them." He offered. "Not as hung as you but damn near." He
finally dropped his swimsuit and I saw a nice plump 6.5 or 7 inch cock. He
had a pretty good amount of hair on around it and hair on his balls.  I
didn't see his ass but guessed it was hairy too as his legs were covered in
a nice light brown covering. He even had a few hairs on his toes which I
recalled Scotty had had.

"You want to look or can you give me some clothes." He said .

I told him he could wear the other jeans in the closet and a ribbed tee
shirt in there as well.  He stepped past me allowing me to glimpse his
ass. He commented that he had no underwear and I reminded him I didn't
either so he just pulled on the jeans. They were a little tight on him
. His cock and balls still were exposed as he pulled them up and pushed his
package inside. When he put on the shirt, I could see a nice big thatch of
hair in each pit that I found sexy. I started to get a little turned on and
then thought what I was doing lusting after a high school kid. I told him
to make sure his ass was clean so he didn't get any skid marks on my
jeans. We both laughed a little as I think he discovered that wearing no
underwear meant keeping it clean.

"Haven't got any shoes." He said.

I didn't bring any extras either so I told him I might get him some flip
flops on the way.  He shrugged and said thanks. He looked pretty hot with
his buzzed hair, tight shirt and jeans and barefoot.. I slipped on my slip
flops and shirt and grabbed my wallet and keys and we left. We stopped at
one of those beach side stores and got him some cheap rubber flip flops. He
said he hadn't worn any for a while as his dad made him wear work shoes. I
noticed his big feet which looked sexy to me. I told him to get used to
them and he seemed to.

We went to a nice but casual seaside restaurant I had been to before. He
loved my car saying he always thought BMW convertibles were cool. We put
the top down and drove mostly in silence to the restaurant and had
dinner. Once again he ate the shrimp dinner like he hadn't ever been fed. I
enjoyed my grouper dinner as well. He told me he didn't get much
seafood. Mostly, at home, they ate farm type meals the meat consisting of
what his dad got when he hunted. I think he really enjoyed it and even had
a big dessert. We talked a little more at dinner about sports and other
non-essential chatter. I noticed a couple of girls and some guys who I
assumed to be gay, watching us at times and seemed to appreciate our good
looks. I got a few smiles from a couple of guys who I assume must have
thought I had picked up a hot stud. I dismissed it all and we went back to
the hotel.  When we got back, I put the top up on the car and we got
out. He didn't say much as we walked to my room. When we got there, there
was a uncomfortable silence as we both tried to think of something to
say. I finally broke the ice and said, I hoped he had a good dinner and if
he needed anything, I would be there through the next day. He asked about
the clothes and I decided he needed them more than me so he could keep
them. He seemed again a little surprised by that and said he appreciated it
but couldn't take stuff from me. He said he would put his swimsuit back on
and get his towel. I reminded him it was going to be cold that night so he
should keep the stuff anyway. I know he wanted to ask but feared it so I
asked him if he wanted sleep in my room. He looked at me wanting to say yes
but wasn't sure. "I promise you, it's just to sleep." I joked.

"Oh, yeah. I'm not your type." He joked back. I sensed he wanted to hug me
but was afraid to do so and said he should probably sleep outside. I told
him it was his choice. He gave me a half hearted hug , grabbed his towel
and swimsuit and walked away. I yelled after him if he wanted to wash it,
he should come back in the morning..

I went inside, stripped and had a drink and watched the waves roll in. I
finally closed the patio door as it was getting very cool outside. I kind
of liked sleeping naked under lots of covers so I went to the bathroom and
then climbed into bed. I laid there and thought about Paul. I was a little
concerned that he was alone sleeping on a beach or who knows where but
decided I could do little about it. I just started to drift off to sleep
and I heard a knock on the door. I got up naked and looked out the peep
hole and it was Paul. He knocked again and I opened it up.

"Too cold out there?" I asked.

"Yeah, thanks for letting me in. I got stopped by the police and they
wanted to know where I was staying. I had to think fast so I told them I
was here. They watched until they saw me knock on your door."

"Come in. You can sleep in the chair, the floor or if you don't think I
will rape you, in the bed."

He laughed a little and said he would be fine on the floor. He also
remarked that I was naked again. "I always sleep naked -- either alone or
with a partner. No big deal really."

He just shrugged and took off his shirt and laid on his beach towel on the
hard tile floor.. I didn't think much about it.

End of chapter