Date: Mon, 24 May 2010 00:13:36 -0700
From: Justanother Author <hermesauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Speedo Boys
This story is my first endeavour in writing for Nifty, even though I have
been reading stories here for many years. I believe I have taken some of
what I have read from some of my favorite Nifty Authors and put my own
twist on it. I hope you like my writing style. I do think that since this
is my first Nifty story, I should take a moment to express my gratitude to
the Nifty authors that have molded my style, even though some of them may
not be around any more for whatever reason, I still think it appropriate to
mention a word of thanks to them, so, in no particular order, I want to
thank, Justin Case, Amateurishwriter, Cole Parker, Boystory, and Niftyguy,
just to name a few. I would appreciate any feedback of a positive nature,
and of course, flames will be ignored.
DISCLAIMER:
This story may involve sexual contact between Adult Men and Younger Males,
two Boys, or two Adult Men. If this type of story is not to your liking,
or for any reason is forbidden where you live, please, PLEASE, delete this
file and stop. If this is to your tastes, then I hope you enjoy this
story, for that is all it is. Fiction, Fantasy, the musing of the Author's
mind written and shared with you. I do not in any way condone, support, or
promote any illegal act in any jurisdiction. But, thank God, we still have
the right to SAY anything as long as we don't DO anything.
So, without any further ado, Please enjoy.
Hermes
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Speedo Boys
Chapter 1 -- The Meeting
It was a hot summer Sunday afternoon on the day I moved into my new Beach
house. I had been working for years and finally had realized my dream. I
had enough in savings to spend anything I like and still live quite
comfortably for as long as I may live. I am unmarried, have no brothers or
sisters, my Parents have been gone for many years, so I am quite literally
responsible only to myself. My investments make more on a monthly basis
than I could ever hope to spend.
Sounds like a wonderful life, doesn't it? Well... It Sucks.
After all, what good is having EVERYTHING when you have NOBODY to share it
with? Needless to say, I was lonely. My last lover/boyfriend ran off with
some bartender he met one night. So, I simply decided to splurge and buy
myself something I always wanted. This house. Right on a sunny California
beach. But, I digress.
The day I moved into the house, after finishing my final unpacking, I
decided to lounge around on the deck overlooking the beach and the mighty
Pacific Ocean.
I spend some time sitting, watching the people walking by, when I noticed
something I hadn't seen since my vacation on the beaches of Europe. A boy,
maybe 13 years old. I'd seen many a boy here in Cali, but most of them
when at the beach wore those long, Boardie type Swim Trunks. But this boy
was wearing one of the most magnificent Speedo suits I'd ever seen. It
looked like it had been airbrushed with oranges, and blacks, and blues, and
yellows. It was just amazing.
As I watched him walk by, he passed me and I was able to make out what the
design was. Right there plastered across his beautiful back end was a
sunset. A beautiful sunset that reminded me of those you see only in the
Islands.
It was utterly amazing. A moment later, he spun around, still walking
backwards and looked directly at me, confirming that I had been watching
him specifically. He grinned and waved, turned around and dashed off and
out of sight.
For a few days, I sat out on the deck, hoping to see him again, but alas,
it was not to be. At least, not yet.
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A few weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, I was again lounging on my
deck, enjoying one of my favorite pasttimes. Watching People have fun.
It's amazing how it lifts your spirits to simply see others having a good
time.
In my musings, I noticed a group of boys walking in my direction. I
quickly noticed that there were five of them. All about 13 years old, and
all wearing Speedos. They walked towards my place and I could see them
talking among each other and giggling. Well, boys at that age more laugh
than giggle, but to me, it sounded like a giggle. You know... a laugh
caused by embarassment rather than humor.
They passed my place and a few hundred feet past they stopped, huddled into
a circle for a moment and all of them, save one, burst out into laughter.
The one who didn't turned toward me and started walking up to my deck.
When he arrived, he looked up at me and shouted, "HI I'm Devon. I saw you
a few weeks ago and it seemed like you were checking me out."
"Yeah, sorry about that," I replied, "but I hadn't seen a boy in a speedo,
at least here, for a LONG time, and I was impressed. Besides, you're not
hard to look at." I said that last part with a wink. He laughed at my
last comment.
"Hey," I said to him, "if you and your friends are thirsty, you can come up
here and chill. I've got plenty of Cokes and other sodas in the cooler."
With that he smiled and said he'd ask his friends. He then turned and half
walked and half ran to his friends. They talked and laughed for a few
minutes then, en masse, they started to come up to my deck. They climed
the stairs, and came over to me.
"Grab some deck chairs and have a seat. There's a bunch of cokes in the
fridge, so, help yourselves, it shoud be unlocked."
One of the boys walked over to the fridge I had installed into a wall of
the house. It had a keypad lock that prevented anyone from raiding my
private drink cooler when I wasn't here to watch it. Isn't it great what
money will buy when you have it?
The boy returned with 6 Cokes. One for each of them and, surprisingly, he
thought of me and grabbed one for me.
After about a half an hour of just idle banter, talking about them, me, the
new town I moved into, just stuff any 'neighbors' would talk about. I had
found out their names, there was James, Cole, Robbie, Michael (who wanted
to be called Michael, not Mike, or Mikey), and of course Devon who had
introduced himself to me earlier. I found out that they were all 13 years
old, all attended the same school and were all going to be starting 8th
grade in the Fall.
All of them except Devon said goodbye and thanks. I told them that they
were welcome to pop by for a soda any time they like. The four of the
smiled waved and left.
That left me with Devon, sitting on the deck. I had noticed that he was a
bit more reserved when his friends were around, but when they left he
became more, well, bubbly is the best way to describe it. His expression
had gone from very non-chalant to a big toothy smile.
Looking at him he was a stunning boy. About 5 feet 6 inches tall, lean,
tanned torso, his legs had stared to show the early stages of hair growth,
and since he was only wearing his speedo, I could tell he had nothing to be
embarassed about in the nether regions.
I guess he noticed me 'checking him out' and he said, "I'm sorry if this is
too personal, but, can I ask a question?"
"Sure, but, if it's too personal, I may choose to answer with the fact that
it's my business, but I don't mean anything bad by it."
He was looking kind of like he was struggling with asking me. I just sat
and let him figure out exactly what he wanted to say, even though I had a
pretty good idea of what it was.
"Well, Um, you see, Are you... and it really don't matter if you are or
not, but... are you... Gay?"
I smiled having my suspicions of what he was going to ask confirmed. I
looked at him, and smiled a warm smile and said, "Well, I really don't keep
it a secret but, yes, I am, why do you ask?"
He looked very nervous at this point, and I decided to let him say whatever
he wanted, even if it was nothing.
A moment later he blushed a deep purple, stood and said, "Um... Look, I
really gotta run, but can I come back and talk some more sometime?"
"Sure, anytime you like. I'm here most every afternoon."
With that he smiled, waved, and walked, albeit at a fast pace, down the
stairs, down the strand, and out of sight. I seriously doubted I'd be
seeing any of them again. Or would I. I guess time will tell.
Coming Soon... Chapter 2 -- Starting to build a friendship.