Date: Sun, 8 Nov 2009 15:28:34 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Ch Forty-Six

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Chapter Forty-Six: Second Time Around


Following the diving trip it seemed that every time David and I turned
around, there were the boys.  We both enjoyed having them around and
watching them have fun, but we wanted some time just to ourselves.  When I
say 'to ourselves', I also meant not being around the inn and other guests.
We gradually took to heading for a beach located just north of us.  It was
a clothing optional beach where it appeared everyone decided to opt out,
including us.

I expected the beach to be fairly deserted.  My thinking was that most
people did not come to Key West to go to the beach.  There were plenty of
beaches between the city and the mainland.  I had also expected that the
few people we did find there would be adults, most likely members of the
younger crowd since older citizens weren't quite so liberal in their
thinking as to frequent a nude beach.  All of my thinking on these matters
changed within about thirty seconds of arriving.

The beach, while not being exactly covered with people elbow to elbow, was
surprisingly crowded.  Also, surprisingly, there were a lot of kids running
around and playing.  The kids seemed to be totally oblivious to the fact
that they were nude which was partially explained by the absence of any tan
lines.  They ranged from toddlers, right on up to young adults.  I laughed
to myself, thinking my boys would be completely at home here.

"Rick, we need to find a place high on the beach so we can point the
umbrellas back to the east.  If you aren't accustomed to the intensity of
the sun here, it will do a job on you in a hurry," David advised.

I was accustomed to sitting around nude in the sun.  The effect of the
sun's rays bouncing off the water wasn't anything new to me, either.
Looking around, I realized that a lot of the kids weren't just tanned.
They were well beyond that stage, closer to Hershey bar brown.  I had no
desire to go that far.

After setting up our umbrella, we spread our blanket out so we would lay
just outside the shade provided by the umbrella.  The blanket was situated
so we could just roll over and be in the shade if we wanted.  I opened the
sun block and spread a generous portion on David's back and butt.  After
deliberately squirting some into his crack, I used my middle finger to
spread it around.

"Careful there," David teased, "someone might get the wrong idea."

"The idea wouldn't be wrong if they're thinking the same thing I am.  It'd
be a shame to get that part of your anatomy burned, the perineum, too.
That could wind up being uncomfortable for more than one reason," I
answered, smiling.

"You are being a dirty old man this morning."

"Oohhh, I can turn into a dirty old man almost any time.  Try me later."

"Promises, promises," David taunted.

If only we hadn't been on a public beach.

When it was his turn to rub sun block on me, there seemed to be a different
set of rules.  He was alright rubbing the lotion over my back and the back
of my legs.  When it came to my butt, he decided he didn't have to follow
normal rules.  I felt it when he squeezed lotion from the bottle onto each
buttock.  Rather than use his fingers to rub it in everywhere, he decided
to use the edge of his fingernails in the rack.  He repeated the use of his
fingernails where the buttock flowed into the upper thigh.

"Okay, young fella.  You're still not too old for me to turn over my knee,"
I threatened.

"Oh, really?"  The sarcasm just oozed from his tone.  "Why don't you turn
over and show me."

He knew that all of his teasing had caused me to develop an erection that I
had no intention of displaying to the general public.  I did manage to turn
over just enough to slip my hand and forearm between his arm and chest.
The next thing he knew he was on his back and I showed him how well I could
apply a claw-hold on his abs.  He squealed worse than Mike or Frank.

"OHHH GAAHHDD!  STOP!  I'm sorry . . .I won't do it anymore."

People turned to look at us and most of them just laughed.  Some looked as
though they thought we were nuts.  The kids on the beach pointed and had a
good laugh at David's thrashing about and pulling at my arm as I locked my
fingers into him.

"STOP!  STOP, PLEASE!  I swear, I won't do it anymore," David practically
screamed.

When I let him go, he curled up into a fetal position and was gasping for
air while he fought not to laugh.  I didn't feel bad for him; I hadn't
clamped down that hard.  Besides, if he was going to be part of our family,
he had better learn to take it.  Having four teenage boys around, you
either learned to toughen up and defend yourself, or got out.

David lay on his back with an arm behind his head as a pillow.  I rubbed
some sun screen on his body and didn't hesitate to tease his nipples or run
my fingers lightly over his soft skin.  He tried to avoid laughing, but he
couldn't avoid squirming as goose-bumps popped up on his torso.  I didn't
tease him to the point of making him form an erection.  That would be the
point where teasing gave way to unnecessary embarrassment.

It felt good to lay there and listen to the sounds around us as a warm
ocean breeze caressed our bodies.  This was my idea of relaxing.  I had
never been a big partier or drinker, and was certainly never a bar hopper.
My idea of a good time was to be with a few friends, doing something we all
enjoyed.  At this moment, I was with my best friend, my partner, doing the
only thing I cared about, spending some quiet time with him.  My thoughts
drifted from the moment to my boys, or some things we had done while here,
but they were peaceful thoughts.

"We can if you want," David said.

I pushed myself up and looked at him wondering what he was talking about.

"You have a habit of talking to yourself when you're in deep thought," he
added.  "You even talk in your sleep sometimes.  Did you know that?"

"I do not, thank you," I answered.

"You do, too.  You're laying here thinking about the boys.  My question to
you is, which boys?  Back home or here?  You know, I could feel a little
insulted."

I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips and ran my fingers through
his hair.  As I allowed my eyes to roam his body, I couldn't help but think
how lucky I was to have him next to me.  After another quick peck on his
chin, he pushed me over on my back and lay his head on my shoulder.

"He'll most likely be standing under that same lamp post tonight.  You were
mumbling once in a while as you dozed off.  My guess is that you were
getting upset with his parents," David commented in a low voice.

"I was; maybe, still am.  I'll never understand how any parent could turn
their back on their own child.  Children can disappoint you sometimes, but
that's all part of being a parent; you learn to endure.  You don't
abandon."  I needed to express my feelings.

"You know, if you think about how that boy looked the other night, I think
you'll realize that he's not starving, his complexion looked pretty good,
and he didn't look forlorn.  I agree he'd be better off at home, but
sometimes crappy things happen.  Believe me, I've been there."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back bad memories for you," I told him.

"It's okay to bring them back once in a while.  It helps me keep the
present in perspective.  Right now, that perspective, and prospects, look
pretty good.  Rick, you need to accept that there are a lot of kids around
here in that boy's same position.  Unfortunately, there's no place for them
to go.  No safe house for teens who are gay, lesbian, or straight.  No one
wants to take the risk of being accused of being a pedophile."

"Pedophile?" I responded.  "Be accused of being a pedophile because you
want to try to keep these kids safe?  That's a little warped, don't you
think?"

"I think it's a lot warped.  However, that's the way it is."

We didn't say any more on the subject.  We just lay there with my arm
wrapped across his back as we both drifted off for a nap.

                                           * * * *

When we arrived back at the inn, I wasn't sure if I was still sleepy from
the impromptu nap or refreshed but feeling sticky due to the salt air; most
likely, a little of both.  Lunch was being served and I noticed a couple
sitting in the hot tub eating a salad.  Another couple sat Indian style on
the edge of the pool feeding one another.  The two guys by the pool were
nude, reminding me this was a clothing optional resort.  On the way to our
room, David requested two Caribbean salads for us to be consumed in about
an hour.  An hour?

David took my hand and pulled me towards the stairs, and our room.  He was
almost nude by the time we walked through the door and I wasn't too far
behind.  Of course, we didn't walk in wearing all that much either.

"God, I need to wash all this salt off before lunch," David commented.

He turned the water on and grabbed the shampoo.  He stepped into what had
to be cold water.  I waited a couple of minutes and joined him.  As soon as
I closed the door, he squirted me with bath gel and began rubbing it into
my chest.  He wasn't fooling anyone.  David's giveaway was the mischievous
look he always had in his eyes when he was up to something, and he was
definitely on the rise; so was I.

Pulling him into me for a tight embrace and a little tongue wrestling, I
let my hand run up and down his back.  Soon, the middle finger of my right
hand was exploring the crevice between those two perfectly formed globes I
loved to squeeze.  Any feelings I had towards being sleepy quickly
dissipated and pure horniness and lust took over.  At least one of us began
to moan, maybe both of us.  If I didn't moan, I definitely whimpered when I
felt him slide down and engulf my erection with the warmth of his mouth.

He was too good and I had to pull him up before he pushed me over the edge.
Holding him close, mainly to make him behave, I poured the shampoo over his
head and used it to not only clean his hair, but his whole body.  Rinsing
us off, I skipped the towels and just picked him up, cradling him in my
arms.  Laying him gently on the bed, I lay over him and buried my face in
the side of his neck.  The heat he radiated was incredible.  Filled with
love and animal lust, I bit into his neck, leaving a mark that no one could
ignore.

He pulled his legs up and wrapped them around my waist.  Slowly, he rocked
his torso up and down my body.  I felt his stiff member rubbing through the
soft hairs on my body.  Shifting my legs under his buttocks to give him
support, I leaned down and kissed, nibbled and licked every square inch of
his face, neck and shoulders.  He whined and whimpered at the attention as
I also tweaked and pulled at his nipples.  He was hot, filled with lust; so
was I.

Our movements became more aggressive, driven by both desire and need.  When
I placed my lips upon his and began to invade his mouth, he sucked my
tongue in.  It felt as though he were trying to suck my tongue out by the
root.  As our tongues danced around, I reached down and played with his
left nipple.  When I pinched the nipple, he whimpered.  When I twisted the
nipple he gasped and arched his back, pushing his chest into me.  I pulled
my head back, looked at him, and smiled.

"You are one hot and beautiful young man," I stated as I felt the heat
building between us.

His response was to pull me back down.  Rather than kiss me, he twisted his
head and bit into my neck.  We would be wearing matching brands for a
while.  I felt his legs pulling at me; his manhood sliding between our
sweat-slick bodies.  As he humped against me, his hand reached over to the
night stand for lubricant.  I felt his hand reach between us and knew he
was preparing himself.  I tried to move down on him, but he held me in
place.  I slid my tongue into his ear canal and laughed at his whimpering.
I don't think there was a spot on his whole body that wasn't
ultra-sensitive when he was turned on.  Suddenly he stopped moving.

Pushing up with my arms, I waited to see what he wanted.  His hand moved
between us and I knew he was lining us up for the penetration.  His eyes
bore into me, unmoving.  Two pools of need and want.  I felt myself slide
over his sensitive opening, he tensed at the touch and I could hear him
slowly inhale through clenched teeth.  When he was satisfied with our
position, his eyes told me not to move as he gripped my shoulders.
Suddenly, he thrust his hips upward and jerked back with his legs.  With
one, quick jerk, I was almost fully buried within him.  His back arched as
he threw his head back and cried out.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," he cried, followed by a deep breath, and then, a whimper.

His head remained back, eyes closed as a smile grew over his face.  His
legs kept me locked into him.  Almost immediately, I began to feel his
inner muscles caressing my shaft.  How did he do that?  It didn't matter,
it always felt good and he seemed to be enjoying the fact that he could
control me that way.  I let my head drop until my forehead rested on his
chest.  After taking a deep breath, I slowly licked the sweat from around
his nipples.

David enjoyed driving me crazy with the muscle control he had.  I enjoyed
distracting him by playing with his sensitive nipples.  When his laughter
told me that I had him sufficiently distracted, I sat back on my heels,
careful to hold him in place by keeping a firm grip on his hips.  He looked
at me and smiled as he did a sit-up and wrapped his arms around my neck,
still fully impaled.  He continued to smile as he swiveled his butt; a move
that quickly earned him a pop on his cute little butt.

"What's wrong?  Can't handle it?" David teased.

Turning, I eased off the side of the bed, still holding David.  I leaned
over and lay him on the bed.  Grasping his wrists, I pinned his arms over
his head and held him there.

"Now let's see who can handle it," I whispered in his ear.

I began with a slow stroking motion.  He tried to thrust his hips up to
meet my movements, but when I felt him trying to push towards me, I pulled
back.  It didn't take long for his whimpering to become lust filled.  His
whimpers turned from satisfaction to pleading.  Wanting to satisfy him, I
varied the speed and depth of my strokes.  His moans gradually became
louder and louder.  When I felt his legs slipping down, I reached back and
hooked my arms behind his knees and held him.  In this position, he was
almost doubled over; his hard member constantly rubbing between our bodies.

"Oooohhhhh . . . .oooooohhhhh . . . .yeah . .yeah . . .ooohhh, goooood
. . . .soooo niiice . .  . .aaahhhhh . . . mmmmmppphhh . . . uunnhh
. .uunnhh . .uunnhh . . .OOOHHHH FUCK ME!! . . .YEAH! . .YEAH! . .AAAAHHHHH
. .AAAAAAAAAHHHH," he shouted loud enough for them to hear him in Miami!

Even with his legs pinned against his body he pushed his hips to meet my
thrusts.  Both of us sweating profusely, he pushed for more and more.  I no
longer tried to vary the speed and force of my penetrations, but pounded
his butt to the point that it almost hurt me.  He cried out, louder and
louder, until he finally erupted.  His climax was so hard that his cum
spewed out over his head on the first two ejaculations.  After the first
two ejaculations, his honey began to coat his face and chest.  All through
his orgasm, his hips continued to push against me.

When I released his legs, he clamped them around my chest and humped me
like a jack rabbit.  He pushed me over the edge and when I began to fill
him, he squeezed down, trying to drain more from my aching genitals.  I
collapsed on top of him and he held me as we both tried to catch our
breaths.

Suddenly, we heard people calling out.  Plus, it sounded like applause.

"Yeah!  Go for it!" one voice called out.

"Way ta go!!  Hot, man!"

"OOOOOOO!!  Great action!!"

"Way ta go, Rick!"  I recognized that as Keith's voice.

David and I looked towards the balcony and realized we had left the door
standing wide open.  I knew that David had gotten loud, and evidently, we
had put on the entertainment for our fellow guests.  Startled, at first,
David and I looked at one another and just began to laugh.  When David and
I separated, he got up and stepped out onto the balcony.  He came back
laughing even harder.

"C'mon.  We need ta get cleaned up.  You should see what's out in the
courtyard; besides our lunch," David told me.

David grabbed my hand and pulled me into the shower.  When the cold water
hit my body, I definitely recovered from the exertions.  We quickly soaped
one another up and then rinsed, making sure that David was good and clean
'down there'.  Stepping out of the shower, he pulled me towards the balcony
before I could even grab a towel.

"Hey, I'm still dripping," I complained.

He laughed and pulled me on out and then pointed down to the courtyard.  I
don't think there was anyone down there wearing clothes.  Keith and Donnie
were even running around nude.  David turned to me and laughed.  We went
back inside and grabbed our hairbrushes.  He hardly gave me time to brush
my hair before he pulled me out of the room and down the stairs.  We walked
into the courtyard to a standing ovation.

                                           * * * *

The afternoon at the inn was one of the best of our entire trip; it was the
closest thing to being home that I had experienced.  At home, I would sit
around the pool, soaking up the rays, totally nude.  At the inn, we sat
around the courtyard and pool area, soaking up the rays, totally nude.  I
was accustomed to being nude at home and having the boys, or David, or even
one or two of their friends, around and thinking nothing of it.  At the
inn, I was having a little more difficulty due to the number of strangers.
Of course, if I could be nude at the beach around strangers and not feel
ill at ease, what was it about the inn that caused me to have some
reservations?  I chose to worry about it later.

David and I received quite a bit of kidding for a few minutes after joining
the others.  Blushing four shades of crimson, we made our way to the table
for lunch.  Keith and Donnie served us in the nude and with sound effects
that left little to the imagination.  When Raymond said something to them I
quickly jumped in and told him it was okay, particularly since it was true.
David and I did make a little noise and apologized for disturbing everyone.
The apology set off another round of teasing.

"A little bit of noise?" Keith asked.  "Man!  I wish I could've recorded
all that.  Bet I could make a mint at school lettin' guys listen; pecially
in the boys' room."

"Keith!" Raymond admonished his son.

"Da-ad, I was only kiddin'.  Honest!" Keith grinned.  "Well . . . kinda."
His mischievous grin never faded.

There were eight of us, plus the two boys and Raymond, lounging around the
courtyard.  I don't know if it was traditional or just happened, but
everyone had decided to opt out of their clothes.  Like everyone else, I
did my share of scanning and observing.  Knowing I was probably the oldest
person there, except possibly for Raymond, who did keep his clothes on for
a little while, my observations told me that I had nothing to be ashamed
of.  They had some pretty good looking bodies, but so did I.  My conclusion
was that they should hope to have a body like mine when they reached my
age.

David and I sat around the pool shooting the breeze with a few of the
guests.  It was the usual banter about where everyone was from and how nice
it was at the B n' B.  Two of the couples told how they met, how long they
had been together, and related a funny incident or two.  It was interesting
how each seemed to want to tell about how their families had reacted when
they learned about the boy held on a pedestal being gay.  There was also
talk about future hopes and dreams.

As expected, the focus came around to David and me.  There was no way that
I was going to tell anyone the truth about how David and I met.  The
information was too personal, and potentially too embarrassing for either
of us.  Evidently, David had the same thoughts as me because he began with
how slow I was to ask him to be part of our family.  He had no trouble
telling some brief stories about things that happened between us, and even
included the boys in his stories.  The others seemed a little surprised to
learn that I had two sons, was guardian for the boyfriend of one of my
sons, and played substitute dad for my nephew.  It didn't bother me a bit
to let every one have a laugh at my expense.

During David's little narrative, Raymond joined us.  I noticed then that he
had decided to opt out of his clothes and at some point someone had turned
on the stereo system.  It made for a nice atmosphere with the music coming
from speakers hidden in artificial rocks set in the planting beds.

While the adults socialized, the two teens were just being teens.  There is
no way that a teenage boy is going to just sit around and listen to a bunch
of old fogeys, already having reached at least the ripe old age of
twenty-five or more.  The boys horsed around playing grab-ass and throwing
one another in the pool.  Periodically, we looked over to see what they
were doing and even managed to spot them grabbing for one another's
boyhood.  Raymond started to say something and we let him know that boys
being boys didn't bother any of us.

While David was telling the other guests a story about Michael and his
swinging pendulum trick, I suddenly felt something very cold hit a
sensitive part in my lap.  It was moisture from a freshly opened bottle of
Corona.  Out of the corner of my eye I knew someone was standing next to
me.  When I turned my head I looked directly at normally hidden boy parts
at eye level; David saw the same.  The boy parts in my face belonged to
Keith, David saw Donnie's.  I accepted the cold bottle and quickly stuck it
where I knew it would get an immediate, and excited, reaction.  The next
laugh was at the boys' expense.

 "Uuuunnnnngggghhhhh."  A muted tone that sounded very much like a
teenager.

"Mmmmmmmm."  A whimper.

Having gotten away with one silly stunt, the boys, like most teens, didn't
know when to quit.  Raymond wanted to say something to them but I asked him
to give them time to hang themselves.  I was well acquainted with how to
handle teenage boys without putting them in a position of disciplinary
embarrassment.  Since they had gotten away with their stunt against David
and me, we were their primary targets.

Each sound, each little tease, was followed by the unmistakable sound of
teenage giggles.  We were patient and allowed the boys to keep digging
themselves in deeper and deeper.  Finally, I motioned to David and lipped
'Donnie' to him.  Keith was mine.  When the boys walked behind us with
another set of sound effects, David and I stood.  We quietly walked behind
the boys.  When they turned and saw us, things quickly changed.  They began
backing up as we closed in.

"No, guys.  Wait," Keith stuttered as he turned around to see where he was
backing himself.  "We didn't mean nothin', honest.  We was just funnin'
ya."

"Yeah," Donnie added, trying to be supportive.  "We was just havin' some
fun."

"We understand," I responded.  "You were just having a little laugh.  Want
to take a guess whose turn it is now?"

The boys continued to back away, holding their hands up to us as some kind
of defense, or maybe it was more of a pleading gesture.  What they didn't
realize was that we were deliberately measuring our pace, giving them just
enough room to take off as we maneuvered them towards the side yard.  David
had pointed towards the side yard when we stood up and I looked over and
immediately understood what he had in mind.  The yard had a gate that
opened from the inside only.  This kept unwanted visitors from intruding on
the private clothing optional space.

Gradually, the boys were reaching panic mode; just what we wanted so they
would react, rather than act.  When they bolted and headed in the wrong
direction, Raymond jumped up and smiled at them.

"Going somewhere?" Raymond asked with a smile that might have made me want
to run.

When another guest jumped up behind Raymond, the boys went over the edge.

"Ohhhh, crap!  Run, Donnie!" Keith hollered, pushing Donnie towards the
gate.

The boys pulled the gate open and spun three hundred and sixty degrees
getting out.  They ran so fast they didn't realize they had just run out
onto the sidewalk.  The shocked look on their faces was priceless.  They
quickly turned to run back in; too late.

"Have fun," David teased with a smile as he closed the door.

"NO!  You can't do this.  We're naked out here," Keith hollered.

Keith's announcement was loud enough for several people to hear.  They
quickly developed an audience offering wolf whistles and honking horns.

"Look at them boys," a youthful sounding voice called out.  "They're
naked."

"No!  No!  Dad!"  Keith's pleading tone was quickly moving towards
panic. "Please, don't let 'em do this to us.  Dad!  Rick! We're sorry."

We wanted to open the gate and let the boys back in, but we didn't.  We
were all laughing too hard.  We didn't let them stay out for more than a
couple of minutes.  I'm sure it felt more like a couple of hours to the
boys.  The wolf whistles and cat calls didn't stop, but became worse.  When
the boys started sounding as though they were getting too panicky, we
opened the gate.  They ran inside and we really felt bad for them.  We
didn't feel bad for what we had done, but who could ever not feel bad for
two seriously wounded pups, who had just had the harrowing experience of
their young lives, and were on the verge of breaking into tears.

"That wasn't funny!" Keith declared with Donnie nodding his support.

"Of course it was," Raymond responded.  "At least, to us it was."

"Guys, remember one thing," I advised.  "Don't hand it out if you cant'
take it."

The two boys looked at us for a minute and then Donnie broke in wild
laughter, pointing at Keith.

"Dad!  Dad! Please!"  Donnie mocked as he laughed.

"Sounded to us like you had some admirers out there," one of the guests
commented.

"Yeah, I shoulda given 'em the Sweet Jesus butt wiggle," Keith answered as
he broke into laughter.

We escorted the boys over to a pair of lounge chairs so they could sit and
recoup from their life changing experience.  Raymond felt so bad for them
that he pulled out two glasses and split a beer for the boys.

"If we do it again, can we get the other half?" Donnie asked as he broke
into another fit of laughter.

Life was good.

End Ch 46 To Be Continued

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