Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2003 21:45:15 +1000
From: michael hines <hines@pnc.com.au>
Subject: Rocky

This story has not caused any problems for anyone, as it is a part of my
imagination. Nothing written here occurred. If you have a problem with
teenage /man sex please leave. If this sort of thing is illegal in your
country then don't even bother to read this. You have been warned and I
take no responsibility for your problems. Leave now if you are under 18
years of age. I have no way of knowing whether you are younger. If you are
be careful because this work is not for you.

This story deals with age and youth; both caught in a whirl of fantasy. The
ending is not for real, simply what you want to read into it.


				   ROCKY

The wind caught his blonde fringe. It spread his hair letting the sun spray
its rays over his forehead. I watched the boy, entranced by his beauty. He
was close enough for me to examine his youthful face, it was full and
happy, his lips rosy and bright. His smile lathered with strong, bright
white teeth as he danced from rock to rock. He was so nimble and adept as
he clambered round the cliff face. His body writhed as he jumped. His
swimmers clung to his butt as he bounced his front bulging.

My older part trembled, sizing up as I watched the boy's progress. I held
my breath as he attempted risky things, his leaps putting his young body
into peril at times. The waves continued to pound the rocky cliff as the
boy leapt and sank onto the rocky parts. His body glistened as his lanky
legs, so full of young muscle, settled on solid stone.

My hotel was near Somerset. I drove to Clovelly and walked down the aging
steps to the beach. Today was the first time I could be by myself, away
from the bustle of London and simply enjoy the cliffs of Clovelly even
though it was close to winter. Few people were wandering down the stony
descent to the pebbled beach and no one walked the distance to the old
pirate caves. I wanted to enjoy the sea air, the cold, brisk autumn breeze.

It was sunny and windy, the sea was menacing but the boy continued to
challenge nature dancing in the breeze. I watched, completely taken by this
young adventurer.

He seemed content, each rock accepting his step, holding his body erect. I
caught glimpses of him as he leapt and splashed. His beauty held me. I
wanted to cuddle this ball of energy and make him safe in my arms, holding
his slender frame away from the elements.

Old bones and tired flesh needed rest. I struggled back to the Hotel
leaving the prancing boy. My well-used organ sapped a bit and flowed slowly
as it was prone to do whenever I saw the beauty of boy so full of life and
untouched by age. Ah to be young again! It can never happen I thought as I
trudged towards the Hotel. I enjoyed the repast and sank wearily into my
chair to watch the late news on the TV. I needed sleep and nodded off as
the images wafted on, my body woke much later and I found my bed. Sleep
came slowly as I fiddled with my cock, again thinking about the boy.

Rays of morning sun sprayed my dingy room. My aging penis reminded me of
times past. It was hard, oh joy, I would pull its live juice from my balls
while I was hard. As usual it was a reminder that I needed to piss the
kidney's waste and then once again it would slacken. I piddled into the pan
and climbed back between the warm sheets that had covered me during the
night.

I fiddled some more thinking about the boy. My cock thickened, it was
suddenly alive. My hand played as my mind ran the pictures of young sex and
good fun when I was the same age as the boy on the rock. Everything came
together and my balls decided to release the trapped sperm and my semen
joined them as the whole exciting juice spurted as it had before, I was
ecstatic. I yelled I think, as my orgasm reached its peek and my body
collapsed under the warm sheets, sweating and panting with the intensity of
my orgasm.

Somehow we all lay together, my cock, my dreams and the boy. Cum dribbled
around my fingers and over my cock-head. My morning exercise was over maybe
I had used as much energy as a two-mile walk?

Recently I had played the scenes of sexual fun I had with boys my age when
I was young. I could pluck the pictures of mates who let me feel them, suck
their dicks and fuck their young holes as they did to me. I could see the
colourful images and remember the size and warmth of them as they let me
have their boy bodies. Not much to remember later other than a failed
marriage and a son who died from a motor bike accident.

Now I was older and like Thomas Mann, watching a boy enjoy himself, almost
teasing me.  I had read Death in Venice, it was a powerful Novel and Dirk
Bogarde made it so real. I was being driven down the same path. To enjoy
seeing a boy, so beautiful and energetic, so graceful and 'pretty' brought
tears to my eyes.

I was determined to see the young boy again. It was still early so a bath
and then breakfast was in order then a wander back to the sea-shore,
hopefully catching sight of the angel would make my day.

The dining room was full of holidaymakers and breakfast was being devoured
as plans for the day were discussed. I chose a small bowl of cereal and a
seat at a table near the windows.  Giggles from a table near mine alerted
me and I looked. He was there, seated between two adults of both sexes. He
braved his eyes at mine and then diverted his gaze. He blushed and
continued eating. I felt heady, my cock jumped a bit and I realized I had
masturbated thinking about the child. He was maybe 15 but simply beautiful.

His eyes connected with me as he ate. He smiled, seeming to give me
permission to taste his lips and kiss him. The blue globes unsettled me and
I blushed, I knew I did as he responded in the same way.

I watched his face and mouthed "You going to the rocks again today?"

He nodded and smiled.

His mouth seemed to tell me "Will you be there again?"

"Yes, I will." I mouthed.

We understood each other. I left my cereal and went to the gents. I was
awash with the boy. I needed to piss and start whatever the day would
bring.

The door to the toilet opened, it was my boy.

He smiled again letting me see his face much closer than I did on the
rocks.

"Will you be there again watching me?" he asked.

"Yes, I will, are you playing there again, by yourself?"

"I will be, later today. Do you want to see me do some other things on the
rocks?"

"Yes, I will be waiting, did you see me yesterday watching you? I hoped you
would be okay as the water was raging." I replied.

"I saw you watching me. I liked that. You would have saved me from any
danger, I know."

"Yes, I would."

"I can do more today if you like, I'm going to jump the rocks without any
clothes then you can see my body naked. I think you want that."

"Yes, I do." I replied.

"Come to the same place and watch me then."

I left the toilet shaking with this discourse. The boy wanted me to watch
him naked as he jumped over the rocks. I hurried to my room to prepare for
the day. He will be naked this time. I wanted to see him like that. More
than anything I wanted to see his naked body. I wanted to touch him, maybe
he would give me permission, and I didn't know what he was thinking.

The cliffs were cold and uninviting as the sun had wandered under heavy
clouds that seemed threatening. Maybe it will rain and halt my chance to
watch a naked boy jump and live as I had done so many years ago. I sank
back against a rocky shelf and waited for him to appear. I waited holding
my slack member as I thought of younger years.

The time I had been with Malcolm in a cave near a beach. We had felt each
other and he sucked me. I loved his mouth covering my penis. He made me
cum. I remembered the first time as he swallowed and lost a bit over his
chin. He licked it up after I had filled his throat. We stayed, lost in the
cave and he fucked me. I was so young and so tight. I couldn't walk for
ages after he did me. We returned to the same place and repeated the
thrills. This time it was my turn to fuck Malcolm. He wanted it so much, I
remembered. He pleaded with me and I opened his hole with my fingers,
spitting a bit on his bum-hole then I entered his tender butt. It hurt him
but he accepted the pain and let me fill him. I remember working his tight
hole and then I spunked into him. He screamed and pushed; his body took me
deeper as my juice filled his tiny body. We cuddled; he came in my
hands. How many times we did it I couldn't remember. We kept meeting and
screwing for years. He left me and married. We are still friends but I
haven't felt his prick since then. He's not even embarrassed that I know
what he has under the jeans he wears, nor the crack that I know so well
that's now covered in denim.  We are friends but not sexual players
anymore. He never mentions what we did and I certainly don't.

The wind picked up as I watched the rocks. This was where I saw the boy
yesterday. I was determined to weather the cold and see his naked body.

A shadow appeared, quickly crossing what little sun there was in this
unloved place. I stared trying to see the apparition that crossed my
sight. It was the boy; he was, as he said he would be, naked, displaying
his body to me. I caught my breath watching his body; it was a beautiful
teen-boy, every muscle stood and his cock lit my sight. I could see all and
quivered as I watched his body gym the rocks and stand, I was the audience
to Adonis.  He teased me, pulling his appendage and turning his butt to
me. He leant down prying his buns apart; I could see his little pink hole.

Years ago I had explored my friend in the same way. We had played with our
cocks and he turned letting me see his bum-hole. I remembered seeing a pink
hole like the boys. They were similar. I sucked my mates butt and wanted to
do it the boy. I wanted his tiny hole in my mouth. I wanted to suck his
juicy arse. I did it with my friend but it has been so many years since I
even got near another boy and I have spent most of my life trying to escape
the deep desires that I still feel.

My cock stiffened as the kid danced across the rocks, his body flexed and
flickered as the few rays of sun caught his stunning body. He left the
rocks and I shuffled back up the pathway, back to my lonely room.

I spent the remainder of the day writing some postcards to those who still
knew me. The evening came and dinner was available. I dressed for the meal
and settled in my chair, entranced by the beautiful waiter that presented
my repast.

I yearned to see the boy and look at him. I wanted to enjoy him as he
jumped and dived and took risks, I wanted to be there for him. He was so
beautiful. My eyes had captured Adonis and he wanted me to see him, naked
on the rocks, dancing and performing. He knew what I loved and gave me
pleasure. My aging limbs sagged as I relished the joy of youth. I was
blessed, I knew, seeing the boy and his letting me enjoy his naked
self. His small cock covered in skin had danced before me, stiff and
slender. I had watched him lift his legs showing me his bum hole. I sank
back onto the chair prodding the food as my mind wound back some forty
years.

"Show me yours, I bet I'm bigger than you. Can you spunk up? You got any
hair around your dick? Want to suck me and let me put my cock in your arse
hole? You like me feeling you."

It happened often when I left the School grounds. I had my friends say that
and then screw me. I wanted it each day and spent early hours informing my
friends how I wanted to suck and be done in the afternoon. We had places
that were safe, covered by trees; we could strip and have lots of fun. This
lasted for years at School.

My cock was stiff so often in those days. The boys who were like me
'dirty', as we were known used to spend the afternoons engaging in great
sucking and fucking times. I usually went home with my bum full of my
mate's honey. It was so good getting it fucked into me. I used to straddle
a tree or lie on a bushy forest floor as a cock entered my tight bud. I had
to push hard and work my small hole over huge cock-heads. It was all right
after they were up me. I loved the final shoving and the fullness that my
young teen body received when the cock finally hit my bowel. I wanted cock
and most boys I knew, wanted to give me theirs. It was a brief but
wonderful time.

The same group settled against the plush chairs being served dinner by the
lanky lad who served me. My Adonis was again between two adults. I smiled
at him and mouthed my thanks.  He grinned and mouthed his thanks.

A small tug at my trousers reminded me that I had a growing appendage. I
got hard looking at the boy. He was simply young-boy-beautiful. I sat back
playing with my extended part watching his glowing face and total enjoyment
of the dinner and his parents. He was loved so much I realized. His parents
never dismissed him they seemed to find his company delightful.

I became tearful, as this was never an occasion that I had experienced so
many years ago. I had to find love away from the family circle, so often in
the arms of men who really wanted to use my bum. They feigned love but it
was never real.

After I left School I discovered the World of older men who loved boys. My
arse was a useful asset and something that gave me pleasure for many
years. But like everything it had a use by date. I learnt that my body was
no longer wanted, my bum was loose after so many fucks, my stomach was
growing and I was aging too fast. I had partners but nothing was
concrete. We seemed to pass like ships in the night. I married, surely that
was a way out of my depressed self. It didn't work and we staggered to an
inevitable finale. I was on a shelf that threatened to close a door on one
life! The lid was hovering. My health was suffering, my job was all
consuming and my life was on hold. This brief chance to restore some sanity
was a life-rope. Now I was plunged into fantasy, I wanted to return to my
youth. I had this over-powering sense of life as I had enjoyed it.  The boy
entered my head and he wouldn't leave me alone. I looked again at his
sensual face. His blue eyes drilled me and his face radiated the warmth and
love that happiness can give at his age. I was jealous and sad, I wanted to
be the boy. His smile hooked my eyes and he smiled again mouthing some
words. I didn't catch them. He tried some more; you want to see me again?
I responded with yes.

"I'm going swimming tomorrow, you can watch me if you want. I'll be at the
beach." His whispers reached me.

"I want to see you again." I mouthed.

The trio left the dining room and I finished my small dinner, retiring to
the bedroom trying not to think about the boy. I wrapped my body in the
warm sheets and blankets, once again fiddling with my lengthy cock. I fell
asleep and woke as the sun shone into the small window.

I had been at a Boarding School, I remembered Dennis and his fat cock, we
were sharing a room and the light played similar games over our bodies. He
fucked me so many times. I was so used to Dennis and loved his meat up my
hole. His cum filled me each night. We waited until lights out, sucked then
lay together fucking. I was his at night and he always packed a load of his
cum up my bum. During the day he never spoke to me but at night it was
always, 'Let's suck and fuck' I loved Dennis but wanted more from him. I
wanted him to kiss me and love me; all he ever did was fill my arse with
his hot sperm. We did it for as long as I boarded at the School. When I
left he said nothing and we never met again.

It was late and I slept. Tomorrow I would seek the boy; he was swimming as
he whispered. I wanted to see him as he was on the rocks. I had a renewed
urgency between my legs; suddenly I was shooting lots of cum. I wanted to
love the boy. He was distant from me, teasing, and prolonging my urges. I
wanted to cuddle him and suckle his cock. I wanted to taste his bum and
enjoy his teen sweat. I was too old for a boy to want me I realized rather
sadly. My hands played with my toy as I thought about teen beauty and what
I had before, now life was so different.

After breakfast I washed and dressed carefully for the seaside, looking for
the boy. He was dancing in the water as I settled into a deck chair.

His arms called me to him. His body shone in the sun's rays. He was so
perfect.

I rose and walked towards the water. The waves wrapped the boy as he danced
with them. I held my hands to him as he walked towards me. We touched. A
bolt of energy trembled between us as we locked together.

The waves covered both of us as our bodies met, the sand underfoot
collapsed, the tide was quick and pulled us deep into the murky depths way
beyond the sandy ridge. Water filled my mouth and his. We sank together.

End.