Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2005 17:24:44 +0100
From: nom de plume <czykguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - Summer on the Beach Part 1
BOYLOVER'S TALES -SUMMER ON THE BEACH - Part 1
by Czykguy 2004
(This story came from an old Scouting friend of mine and is set in the
past around the late fifties so I hope I have got the time and the
language phrasing right as it reads as near as he told it to me-
regretfully I have lost contact with him so I can't ask him to check it
but I do recall lying in a tent with him one glorious summer's afternoon
as he reminisced with us about his younger adventures and this one has
always stuck in my memory although I have `dressed' up the action for
the usual effect.)
I was on holiday on my own staying with my Aunt on the Isle of
Wight, I was just seventeen and bored, bored, bored. My Aunt worked so I
had to do stuff on my own, after the third day what had seemed a great
idea, holidaying on my own was going down the pan.
If I wanted to go anywhere I had to go by bike as I could not
afford the bus fares. My parents had sprung for the fare down and had
sent Auntie some cash to pay for my keep but my spending money for
myself was well limited. Auntie had tried to borrow a bike from a
neighbour but none was available so reluctantly I had to use hers, a
GIRL'S BIKE so I hated being seen on it. All the local guys I knew from
previous holidays were away or working so my days began to get really
empty.
This day I decided to ride over to one of the long beaches where I
could hide from view and just lay in the sun watching the other kids
playing on the beach. I knew I was gay and that I was attracted to young
boys, then I just put it down to being in an all boys school and Scouts.
I had hoped for some fun when on holiday but so far it had all escaped
me and I was now getting frustrated watching all these half naked kids,
and their packages and having to hide my interest, mostly by turning
over and humping the sand. Very, very frustrating especially when some
cute kid fell over me and I turned around and almost exposed the drippy
end of my cock in the process of turning over to see what the hell was
going on and hopefully grab a good view of something interesting.
So this day, there I am sunning myself, book in hand, a large one
to cover up the bulge, resting against my rucksack and watching the
display on the beach. I knew that the tide would be coming in so I had
put myself at the back of the beach, knowing that some of the family
groups would have to shift closer in as the sea came in; this would put
people in closer proximity and when the kids had to change out of their
swimsuits I sometimes got to see bits, especially the bits I wanted to
see.
So the sun shone, there was a nice breeze and as there were a lot
of cute boys around I felt a bit better; then they arrived.
It was a father and mother, loaded up with beach paraphernalia and
two boys and they set up right beside me, just feet away. I watched as
the boys laid out the towels and arranged the `camp' with their father
directing. Soon mummy and daddy were settled inside their newly erected
windbreak, her on a chair and he on a lilo (a blow up mattress), all of
which the two boys had set up. Up till then I had not looked that much
at them mostly `cos they were fully dressed. The two boys appeared to be
about fourteen and twelve, obviously brothers and wore long pants with
long sleeved white shits and open toed sensible rather than fashionable
brown sandals which they had removed whilst moving around on the sand.
"Can we bathe now father?" I heard the older boy ask, the father's
answer was lost in the breeze but as they took out their swimming trunks
from the blue holdall I assumed that approval had been given. This is
when my interest now got very, very aroused.
To my utter delight the two boys now stood outside the windbreak
closest to me and stripped off, totally and completely. Now I was quite
used to seeing young kids do this, but to see two healthy specimens of
boyhood totally revealed was wonderful. They both hung up their clothes;
folded of course, on the back of the windbreak and then proceeded to put
on their trunks. I had a clear view of two delightful uncut cocks which
I swear twinkled in the sun, almost winking at me.
I can see them now quite clearly, two tanned youthful vital bodies,
and
no tan lines at all, just the barest hint of lighter skin around the
genital area. Without trying to be too obvious I looked as much as I
could.
The older boy was athletic looking with defined muscles and taut
skin across his belly. He had a growth of dark public hair between his
legs and a thin four inch cock under which were two good sized hairy
balls, which he unconsciously scratched before he began to pull up his
trunks. As he did so he fell slightly holding onto his brother whilst he
recovered his balance and I could see his cock wriggle and his balls
tremble. He also had hit the windbreak which caused it to waver and his
father muttered something to which the boy replied, "sorry father." He
now pulled the trunks on fully, they were the tight fitting sort and
made of a dark deep blue material and I could see the bulge formed as
his cock and balls were held in tight. I think they had to be last years
as they fitted almost too tight for comfort. He now turned to the
younger boy who had stopped still to support his brother, leaving me
with a sideways view of the younger body which was smooth and hairless.
This lad had a three inch cock and tight tiny balls which gleamed in the
sun.
"I'd better help you Davey," said the older boy and he bent down to
pick up Daveys trunks and gently pull them up the strong long legs.
Carefully he slipped the trunks over his brothers' genitals, whilst
Davey stood with one hand on his brothers' shoulder, supporting himself
so as not to disturb the windbreak and ultimately their father. Again
the boy had the same tight fitting trunks and I could see the bulge of
his cock and balls, they too looked tight and had that worn last year
look about them. "Thanks Sam," Davey said smiling a bright cheery smile.
This took place in a matter of seconds but I was entranced and
hard, very hard and found I had to hold my book against my pulsing cock;
so hard against it that I had to press the spine really down into my
trunks, otherwise it would be seen to move up and down as my cock
throbbed. I now watched aroused and avidly as the two brothers ran
athletically down to the breach and began striding in and out of the
wavelets, going further and further in each time until that magic moment
when they both shuddered as the sea washed over their genital area. And
I sat there feeling the same shock as they did. I was that close to
spurting I began to hold my breath in an attempt too control my oncoming
climax.
Now they were in the sea and began playing around, trying to duck
each other and throw each other, time and time again I could see the sea
wash over their sun bright arms and skin and occasionally the crotch
hugging trunks came into view. They played and I sighed. How I wanted to
get close to them, to touch them, to feel them, gosh I was getting
worked up again. It was no good I had to do something I was getting too
hot and bothered so I dumped my book and ran down to the sea, hoping
that with my turn of speed no one would see the large erection that
pointed the way. I ran into the sea and dived in, striking out furiously
for the distant horizon; when I judged I had gone far enough eg my cock
had subsided, I turned back and swam lazily back, my crotch heat dying
down as I did so. I swam back to shore and trod water near where the
boys were still fooling around.
Feeling more at ease I stood up on my feet and began to walk back
to my towel; as I strode past the boys, Davey the smaller one spoke to
me.
"Nice dive mate, that was really keen," he smiled at me. And what a
smile bright white teeth, gorgeous green eyes, dimples in his cheeks.
"Wish I could dive like that," he added wistfully.
I stopped. I had an opening.
"I could teach you," I said, I'd done some stuff with the scouts
and the cubs so I knew I could actually do it and I knew the resultant
fun that could be had from, 'swimming lessons.'
"I don't know," Davey said, "I can't even swim," he added
sorrowfully looking down to his feet and swishing them in the surf
embarrassed at his statement.
"I could teach you that too," I said, "I taught my cubs and fellow
scouts for badge work," I explained.
"We're scouts," interjected Sam the older boy, who looked shyly at
me, "Could you teach me to swim and dive as well?"
"Sure," I said my pride swelling along with my cock which had
responded to the possibilities of `swimming lessons'. I dropped into the
water beside them so they could not see my protruding interest.
We made our introductions, and I discovered that Sam was thirteen
and his brother Davey eleven, they were scouts in the same patrol but
both were unable to swim, they loved the sea and the water but there was
no swimming baths near them and it was miles to a pool so they had grown
up without being taught, their father had tried but he was too forceful
and had given up when they had failed him. He was a strict
disciplinarian and their fear of him had made them fail, it was often
the case with authoritarian fathers
"We need to get his permission," Sam said worriedly, obviously
father's approval was a huge problem for them.
We trudged up the beach where I was introduced and after a short
searching interview permission was sharply given for swimming lessons,
ending with "hope you have better luck that I did," and dismissed with
the air of ,`I know my sons better than you and you won't be able to do
better than me'.
Back into the water we went and I soon discovered that the boys
knew the basics but basically were frightened of trusting themselves to
the water no doubt helped by their fathers' inferiority inducing
attitude. In no time at all my hands were all over their bodies as I
positioned them, teaching them to swim.
My first incursion between Sam's legs came when I got Davey to
stand still and positioned Sam so that he was flat out on the water with
his hands around Davey's waist as practise his foot movements. Naturally
I held up his middle with my hand moving slowly and gently down his taut
body until I could cup his genitals in my welcoming hands. All the while
encouraging him to kick away I squeezed and fondled him. I was in heaven
at the delightful sensation as his balls and cock were softly
manipulated in my hands; then it was young Daveys turn and he felt just
as glorious. I remember rubbing my hard cock up against his hard body as
I held him whilst he thrashed around.
Now I took them individually into deep water, getting them to float
just held in my hands. I would then pull them in and hold them against
me revelling in the touch of their smooth skin against my body and then
pulling them tight into me my hands cupped around their hard buttocks,
their groins pressed up against my own hard cock. Davey even put his
arms around my neck and I could smell his sweet breath as he laughed
with boyish joy at his achievement. I was in a delightful boyheaven.
This went on till hunger pangs hit us all and we left the water to
eat our respective meals. To my delight I was invited to join the boys
for lunch and my packed lunch of Aunties good home cooked sandwiches was
very well received; their father was most pleased and to be honest
hogged most of it for himself. After that we lay quietly for a while in
the sun, drinking `fizzy' lemonade and waiting for our food to subside
before we could go swimming again.
To help the time go I suggested a walk along the beach which was
readily agreed to; I think that both parents were only too happy to have
the two boys being taken off their hands and I felt the boys were only
too delighted to have some proper holiday 'fun' away from their strict
father. We walked and talked and laughed and I learnt a lot about them.
We got to the end of the beach where the hilly bit started and I walked
them up to a little hollow I knew from previous years where we would not
be seen and we sat down.
"How come you don't have any tan lines?" I asked them and they told
me that they often played nude in their garden as they had done when
they were children and their scout troop also sometime did nude games.
They saw nothing wrong in being naked and to my delight promptly pulled
off their trunks to bask in the sun, hidden as we were from view by the
dip we were lying in. I was seconds behind them and lying between them
naked I was now able to look at them right up close. The tight balls,
the two cocks, the flat belly's, just lying there tantalizing my libido
and almost readily available in my rampant reach. Sitting lusting
between them I finally could not help myself and reached out and stroked
their cocks. They giggled and laughed at the unexpected touch but
expressed no concern.
"Tickles," smiled Davey. I just could not believe my luck as I
played with their cocks until both were hard. Davey twitched and giggled
deliciously beside me as I manipulated his foreskin up and down until
his whole glans came into view. Sam lay still, just a smile on the edge
of his mouth, his hands folded under his head.
They were silent and intent now as I worked away. I broke the
silence. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked quietly, my
hand moving in unison up and down the two hard soft temples of
boylove.
Davey looked down at my hand on his cock, "Nope," he said, "but it
sure feels good," he smiled beautifully his eyes lighting up his
face.
Sam sat up slightly his weight on his elbows.
"I saw one of my Patrol leaders doing this with one of the scouts at
Whitsun camp, they often used to sneak into the woods together an' I
saw them doing this when I was in the woods looking for
firewood, but no I ain't done it myself. Feels bloody nice
though." he said wonderingly.
I can still smell that wonderful boycock smell, mixed with the
smell of the sea that lay on their bodies, even now as I write I
can see Davey writhing away as I brought the cute eleven year
old to his first dry climax. I can see the amazed look in his
eyes as those wonderful feeling erupted through his body. His
mouth fell open and he gasped as he came, then fell back on the
grass breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with
climatic rhythm.
I now concentrated on Sam. I knew what was going to happen but I
was as sure as hell he did not. Several times he got back on his
elbows to watch, his cock was now very hard and the tip was wet
with his precious pre-cum. His smell was intoxicating, the
spermy smell mixing with the boy smell and the salty sea aroma.
He grunted, "I, I think I need to go wee-wee," and then he thrust
hard up from the ground. I had to stop myself from reacting to
his babyish use of the `wee-wee' phrase.
"It's all right," I said, "its not pee," and then he erupted in my
hands accompanied with a loud moan as his spunk shot up in the
air. Davey now lying with his thumb in his mouth sat up awe in
his eyes. Sam's spurting climax subsided and I gentled his cock
as it deflated, reveling in the full aroma of his semen.
Carefully I put my sperm covered fingers to my mouth and licked
the heavenly liquid; it tasted slightly sour and sweet; there is
nothing quite like just cum boy sperm for a heavenly awesome
taste.
Sam lay back looking down worriedly at the glistening whitish mess
on his belly and I quickly explained what I had done to him, to
them.
"You tossed me off," he said almost indignantly, somehow some sort
of penny had dropped, "I thought that was supposed to be
something queer, no one said how nice it would be," he added
confused. I explained that all boys did it and some did it to
each other and what fun it was and could be.
"Can we do it again?" bounced Davey whose cock was again hard;
obviously his brother cumming had had an arousing effect on him. Sam
now watched amazed as I started to stroke Davey and then I leant
over and began sucking him. Davey bounced up off the ground hard
into my mouth with a great shout and began climaxing
straightaway. I carried on sucking and he was still hard after
he had finished.
Sam looked at me and looked away. I could see his own cock was hard
again and I just bent down over him and sucked his wonderful
sperm wet cock into my mouth. He tasted delightful all salty and
sweet and boy. It was all over too soon and he actually held my
head as he came. Both boys lay back on the grass, exhausted and
watched me as I now threw all caution to the winds and wanked
myself furiously. In seconds I had discharged a huge load over
the pair of them and lay back as they curiously inspected my
cock and my sperm comparing it with Sam's.
Davey even felt mine gently pulling the foreskin down to look
closer at my cock head. I felt wonderful. This was what summer
fun was all about and I lay between them in a sex drunk haze.
It was Sam who interrupted the heaven-sent moment. "We ought to be
starting back. Father will be annoyed we have been away for so long,"
he said sadly and with concern.
Quietly we now got dressed and started to walk back. Sam
suddenly stopped.
"I need to go wee- sorry piss," he said and darted into the
hill. I laughed at this evidence of quickly growing up; this
however had set both Davey and I off and we followed him into
the grass looking for a place to relieve ourselves. There behind
a tree we all stood and pissed on the tree trunk crossing the
golden streams and giggling with laughter at our resultant
river. As Sam was shaking the last few drops of piss from his
cockhead his cock got hard.
"Look," he said in a panic, "look what's happened," he spoke
with concern and had a worried look on his face.
I just put my hand on it and began to jerk it.
"No, no," he said frightened, "Its wrong- queer, no I don't",
and then as I took my hand away added furiously, "no, sod it,
better finish it off." So I did kneeling down at the last to
suck him over the top glorying once again in sweet taste of his
young sperm.
"Thanks," he said gruffly bending to pull up his trunks.
Davey had stood beside us stroking his own and I just turned to
one side and sucked him again.
Seconds after the boys were jumping about and mucking about
as through nothing had happened. Sam's worry about what I had
done apparently completely forgotten. We happily made out way
back to their parents where we sat down for a short time until
boredom set in and then we were back in the water. I continued
my swimming lessons and soon both boys were confidently starting
to swum on their own. I stood beside Sam as Davey showed off and
under the water put my hands down and felt him between the legs.
He hesitated and then giving me a timid look gripping his lips
with his teeth and then he put his hands under the water and
eased his trunks down and I wanked him again. He shook gently
when he came and we watched his sperm float to the surface. He
leaned against me and bent his head so that our heads touched.
Davey knew well what we were doing and swum up beside me and I
did him also. Both boys were getting more confident now about
having `fun' in this special way.
Back we swam to the shore and the boys now called their
father over to show off their new found swimming skills. He
congratulated me with a touch of jealousy and asked me for my
Scout Troop details so he could write to my Scoutmaster to
express his thanks.
We played for a bit more, swimming between each others legs,
dunking each other and chasing each other and then I got them to
stand as I swam between them, both their cocks out underwater as
I sucked them. They were now both accepting my attentions to
their cocks without any problems; Sam appeared to have got over
his initial concern and was participating more and more,
thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth as when it was his turn
to be sucked.
It was now getting late and hungry from our exertions we went
back on the beach to finish up the food and have a hot drink
which came from their mother's huge vacuum flask. I now found
out that they were leaving the island the next day as they were
holidaying on the mainland and had only come over for a short
stay.
Sam now said, "I need the toilet Father," and looking at me
added, "you coming?"
We left Davey with his parents and made our way to the row of
public toilets. Quickly we shot around the back of the block and
found a hidden corner and Sam let me suck him off for what we
thought was the last time.
"Now you," he said and watched as I stroked myself, at one
point he put his hand on my cock and helped; again I shot
buckets.
Back on the beach the boys again stripped to get dressed and
I `helped' Davey giving him and extra rub down under the
confines of the towel.
"Wish you didn't have to stop," said Davey wistfully as
reluctantly I had to let him get dressed.
"Perhaps we could finish this later?" I said quietly and as
the boys finished dressing and breaking camp I spoke to their
father.
"Sir," I said, "I have very much enjoyed the company of your
family today. I am currently on my own on the island my Aunt has
her own commitments and I wonder if seeing as you will be
leaving tomorrow that perhaps I could entertain Sam and Davey
tonight whilst you and your wife could enjoy a late dinner
somewhere. My Aunt would be only to pleased that I had something
`proper' to do and I would like to show my thanks to your family
in some way for your warm welcome today."
The boys' father took seconds to decide that this was a
capital idea and I was given permission to take the boys out
that night and at my further request reluctantly `seeing that
they were on holiday' I was further allowed to keep them out
late so long as I did not disturb the Bed and Breakfast where
they were staying. At this Sam and Davey whooped like the good
scouts they were and it took a dark look from their father to
quieten them. We made arrangements to meet later that night and
we walked back up the beach to the car park where they were
parked and where my bike was well hidden from view.
The boy's came with me to say goodbye.
Sam stuck out his left hand, the Scouts handshake and I took
his hand and pulled him toward me and kissed him gently on his
more than surprised lips Davey was more eager and I could feel
his hard cock up against me as I also kissed him.
"See you tonight then," he smiled.
"Tonight," I called back mounting my borrowed bike.
"Yeuk," called Sam as I rode away, "A girl's bike, no wonder
he hid it away."
I rode home to my Aunts full of plans for the evening.
To be continued...
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