Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2004 07:32:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Backpacker2 <backpacker1945@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seashore

This story contains graphic sexual information containing Bi-Sexual,
Heterosexual concepts, it is not meant for anyone to read not of legal age.

I have always loved being near the seashore, when I was very young I was
accompanied on these excursions by my parents and siblings.  One particular
day, upon returning from the ocean full of sand and salt, I found myself
alone in the men's shower room.  This excited me somewhat because not too
long ago I invented what I termed "Getting That Feeling".  The waves of
passion that occurred during orgasm while touching myself I now recognize
as masturbation.  I used to love to "Get That Feeling" at least three times
a day, usually morning, afternoon and before sleep.  And now that I am
alone, no one knows I am here, thus I can "Get That Feeling" as many times
as I liked and I could be naked in the shower till I turned blue and my
skin pruned from over exposure to water.  I hung up my bathing suit on the
stall hook, and began to let the water flow.  It was steamy and wonderful.
Just outside each stall was a little wooden stool, I guess to be used by
someone older to sit upon and dry his or her feet.  Well for me it was
going into the shower with me.  I sat on the stool lying back against the
wall with my legs spread cupping my balls and hardening dick as I was
pummeled by hot water.  This was better than home because the water never
got cold.

After about what seemed like an hour I heard someone else enter the
building and begin to run water in the stall next to me.  I stopped playing
with myself, out of fear of being caught.  Soon a feeling of excitement
came to my mind, I wonder what he looks like naked, is he "Getting The
Feeling" like me or just showering?  Leaving my water run I peeked around
the corner.  Nothing, the curtain was closed, "Darn!"  I said softly.  I
stood on my stool and tried to peek over, all I could see was steam rising,
filling the stall he was in.  "There has to be a way?"  The next idea was
really clever of me; I walked to the next stall, stepped up into the stall,
pulled back the curtain slightly and asked.  "Excuse me, may I borrow your
soap, mine is all used up?"  Well I almost scared the shit out of him,
because he didn't hear me coming.  He turned to look at me; there between
his legs was the longest, thickest cock I had to date ever seen.  I
immediately wondered what it looked like when it was hard.  He was older
than me near 18 I guessed.  He was mid height, muscular build, sandy blonde
hair and soft blue eyes.  I mused to myself how I may look like him when I
am grown up.

"Hey little man, lost your soap huh?"  He said to me smiling showing me his
gorgeous smile.

"No, errrrrr, no sir, I used mine all up!"  I managed to get out of my
mouth.

"Sure you can borrow it, come in and get it I am not leaving this hot water
for a little runt like you!"

I stepped into the stall with him and reached for his soap, it slipped we
both reached for it, slamming our heads together, weakening our stance we
both ended up on the floor.  In my descent to the tile floor I rubbed
against his flaccid thick cock, accidentally.  He froze for a second
knowing that I touched him, "Did the kid mean to do that?  Or, was it an
accident?" He mused.  Sitting on the floor together I looked at his penis,
he obviously had looked at mine.  "Hey! For a little kid you have some
weapon there!" pointing to my erect cock.  I bushed, but felt excited all
at the same time.

"Thanks mister!  I couldn't help but look at yours also, how big is it?"

He smiled and chuckled softly.  Taking my hand placing it on his soft cock
and balls I felt it stir.  "About ten inches when it's up and 1-1/2 inches
thick, I get no complaints!"

I left my hand there, not knowing what was happening, and feeling a little
scared at the same time.  It hardened in my hand; slowly it grew so long it
out grew my grip.  It arched up in length, and I felt my grip widen, as it
grew thicker as well.  "My, my Mister!"  Was about all I could say at that
time.

He reached over and took my little cock in his hand; he leaned over and
slipped it into his mouth.  He began to mouth my cock, running his tongue
up and down its growing length.  It felt wonderful, in about 10 seconds I
felt it coming on, my toes bent over, my legs trembled I murmured out loud
"I'm Getting That Feeling Again!"

He smiled and drank all of my little pool of goo.  I felt ashamed now and
wanted to run home.  He held me down in the stall.  "Stop! It's OK son!
Everyone wants to run away when they feel embarrassed, relax with me I will
not hurt you!"

"I feel bad Sir, like I did something wrong!"

"You did nothing wrong, what happened to you was an orgasm, it is a natural
event I can assure you.  I see it felt good to you just before it happened,
errrr, came in my mouth!"

"I love that feeling, I want it every day, all day long I cannot seem to
get enough of it!"

"I see", he said "Perhaps you would be willing to help me feel that way
too?"

I looked into his eyes, I could see a softness there, I never saw before, a
warmth.  I said, "Sure Mister, what do you want me to do?"

"Well for one thing stop calling me Mister, call me Todd!" "Secondly put
your mouth on the tip and touch it with your tongue like I did to you!"

I began to touch his dick all over with my little mouth, my tongue wrapped
around the side and underside of his now long thick cock.  I liked the
feeling, of giving pleasure to another person.  I took more of his cock
into my mouth; he placed my hand on his soft balls and began to massage his
own balls though my hand showing me.  With his other hand he stroked my
head and neck, lovingly.  "MMMMmmmm that's it, your doing great son!"

I slipped my mouth off to speak, and he crammed my head back down forcing
his cock back into his mouth..."Not now!!  Just keep sucking!"

I felt like I did something wrong, but before I could think of what it was,
I felt my mouth fill up, there was a lot of thick warm, yucky tasting stuff
filling my mouth, I tried to pull away, he held me down.  His hips bucked,
and groaned softly.  He said in a soft reassuring voice, "Don't fight it,
relax, it's only my cum, let it lay in your mouth a second more, don't try
to spit it out, relax with it!"

Relax, hell, I was choking to death, my mind said swallow, my body said NO
WAY!

"Relax son, it will not hurt you, taste it again, is it getting sweeter?"

I nodded my head up and down, as some of it dribbled out and down my chin.
He said "It's tastes better the more you do it, you can spit now!"

I spit out a huge glob of milky white tick fluid, it smelt musky like my
Aunt's closet she never opens.  I kept spitting till there was no more.

"Why is yours milky white and mine is clear?"  I asked him

"Because your still developing, as you age your cum with get more like
mine, right now there isn't much sperm in yours!"

"Sperm?  What's sperm?"

"That's a lesson for another day!  Meet me here tomorrow same time OK son?"

I nodded yes, and since that day I have never looked back.


To Be Continued Possibly by request
Backpacker 2  (backpacker1945@yahoo.com) Comments Welcome!