Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2011 06:03:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg Sullivan <greeneyeguysmut@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vacation at Sandy Hook, Part 3

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Vacation at Sandy Hook, Part 3
By Green Eye Guy, 2011


The next morning, I awoke to a dreary, wet day outside. A coastal storm was
pounding the entire Jersey shore, and a break wasn't expected until late in
the afternoon. Luckily, I was on the boardwalk surrounded by casinos, shops
and plenty of entertaining things to do. I couldn't complain too much.

I took a hot shower, washing away the vestiges of sleep from my body, and
dried myself off. For a few minutes, I stayed in the room, the towel wrapped
around my waist, watching the local news and weather on TV. At the first
commercial break, I untied the towel, letting it fall onto the comforter. I
fished into my bag for my black boxer briefs, sliding them up my legs. I
tucked my cock and balls into the front pouch, enjoying the sight of my trim
body in the mirror for just a moment. Yes, I'll admit, I have a streak of
narcissism-but really, who doesn't? Next, I pulled on some jeans, a brown polo
shirt and slipped my flip flops back on. I did my hair, grabbed my phone and
wallet and headed out with my umbrella in-hand.

Most of the day, I shopped in the various stores around Atlantic City. There
was a mall on the boardwalk and several outlets not far from there. Still,
despite the retail therapy, something didn't feel quite right. I figured it
had to do with yesterday's previous encounter with Chase, and I tried my best
to shake it off with a few casual swipes of my credit card. This continued for
quite some time, filling up the dreary day with new things and plenty of
spending.

Hours later, with the bulk of the day behind me, I headed back to the casino
to put my purchases back in the room. Then, I headed downstairs to try my luck
at the games. After all, isn't that why most people visit this Boardwalk
Empire nowadays?

Sitting at the nickel slots, I played a few dollars worth of coin. I didn't
leave empty-handed, though I didn't come anywhere near breaking even. But it
wasn't about winning big; it was about killing time. The free drinks comforted
me on my small losses, and I sipped a sweet margarita, a glass of pinot and
two Jack and cokes as the evening wore on. By then, somewhere between 10:15
and forever, I was feeling pretty loose and enjoying the glitzy machines more
than ever. I even started talking with some of my neighboring gamblers. Gladys
and Millie were two elderly women who visited with their senior group, and
they kept insisting that I try the free buffet.

"It's MAH-velous," Gladys said, her purple framed glasses tucked into her
tightly coiffed white hair. "Every time I come down to the sh-AW, I just gotta
have some of those, those...  What are they called, Mil?"

"The shrimp cocktails," Millie responded, looking at her friend in disbelief.
Turning to me, she added in a loud whisper, "Sometimes, I wonder how the hell
she gets along without me!"

"Yeah, the shrimp cocks, that's the ticket," Gladys added, nodding. "Try some,
they're great. And free. That Mr. Trump knows how to treat his guests, such a
gentleman. You look skinny, too. You could even try the fried ones."

After I'd burned through nearly $50, I decided to call it a night. I turned
away from the slot machine, and a few seats down, I saw him. It was Chase, and
he was staring directly at me.

"Chase?" I said, approaching him. His hair and clothes were wet, but other
than the dampness, he looked alright. "What happened?  How did you get here?
And more importantly, how did you find me?"

"Hey Mr. Boy..., er, Jake," he said, smiling faintly. "I saw you punch the
address into your GPS yesterday. I figured I'd come say hi, so I took the bus
down. I hope it's okay."

He paused a moment, searching my face for an expression. "Actually, Jake, I
wanted to talk to you about something. Could we go somewhere private?"

"Sure, alright, as long as you promise me you're okay," I said, feeling a bit
weak from both shock and the drinks. "Let's go up to my room, we can talk
there."

We rode up the elevator barely talking, and when we arrived at the 11th floor,
we went directly to my room. I opened the door and invited him in.

Chase sat on the foot of the bed, and I took a seat next to him.

"So, is everything really okay?" I asked, a concerned look on my face.

"Yeah, I mean... No, well, maybe. I'm not really sure," he said, wringing his
hands. "It's just, well, I can trust you, right, Jake?" He looked at me, but
all I could was see the reflection of the city lights in his big blue eyes.

"Of course you can trust me, Chase. I'm here for you, and clearly, something
has shaken you up. What's going on?" I replied.

"Well, it's just that, I lied about something yesterday. I didn't want to, but
I felt like I had to," he said, speaking slowly, nervously.

"About what?" I asked.

"I said that I wasn't gay, and honestly, I don't really know. I think, okay,
I'm not sure, but I think I might be... You know... Gay..." he said, breathing
heavily.

"Listen, Chase, I'm going to give it to you direct. It really doesn't matter
if you're gay or straight. You're wonderful either way. You're a smart, polite
gentleman, and you have a lot to look forward to after next year. And
nowadays, it's okay to be gay. It isn't easy, but it isn't the end of the
world either. And frankly, gay, straight, bi, whatever, you have a long road
of great things ahead," I said. I placed my hand on his shoulder, comforting
him from a distance.

"It's just, I don't know," he continued. "I've never told anyone how I feel,
and frankly, I'm not really sure myself. I just feel so confused." He fidgeted
his feet, which were still constrained in wet sneakers and socks.

"Chase, it really is okay to be gay. Or straight. Or anything in between. You
don't have to be afraid, and you certainly can trust me. In case you hadn't
guessed it already," I said, swallowing hard, "I'm gay, too."

His blue eyes, like icy crystals, lit up and came to life when I said that.

"Really?" he asked excitedly. "I thought you might be, but I couldn't figure
out why you'd have come back to Ohio if you really were."

The change that came over him was incredible. Night versus day, to be sure.

"Listen, this is just between you and me. I know how hard it is, and I want
you to be able to find yourself. But the first step is getting to know you,
the real Chase, better. You've got to do that on your own, and I think this is
a great week for you to start. Tonight, take it easy-relax, enjoy yourself and
worry about it in the morning."

"Okay," he said, wiping his eyes. He hadn't been crying, but I could tell he
was emotional. Then, he leaned in and hugged me again, just like the previous
night in the car.

"Thanks, Jake.  It really helped to talk to you," he said, smiling weakly.

I smiled back at him, before standing up and straightening my shirt.

"So, since it's already almost 11:00, what do you say we order in some dinner
and watch some TV? Then, I'll drive you back to your motel," I said.

"It's too far, Jake, don't worry.  I can take a bus.  One leaves in about 30
minutes," he responded.

"Nonsense!" I said firmly. "It would be my pleasure. First, let's get you
cleaned up and into some dry clothes." I motioned toward his wet sneakers, and
he slipped them and his socks off. Next, he took off his damp hoodie and t-
shirt, and finally his jeans. Standing there in his boxers, he looked so
innocent and naked, even though he was still slightly covered. I pointed him
toward the bathroom, and I instructed him to take a hot shower with my soap
and shampoo. Handing him some dry pajama pants and a t-shirt, I watched him
shut the door and heard the water turn on.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Not only had I shared my secret, but I also took
the high road with Chase. It wasn't easy; he was striking to look at, and I'd
imagine his energy in a relationship would be delightful to savor and
experience. But still, it wouldn't have been right. I was entrusted to protect
and serve him as a teacher, and I wouldn't break that bond.

A few minutes later, the water turned off, and I heard him toweling off. He
opened the door, and I didn't glance over right away as I was absorbed in some
mindless show on the set. When I finally looked over, I gasped.

There was Chase, fully nude and completely uninhibited. His body was, as I'd
imagined, god-like. Every part of him seemed to have been chiseled from a
block of flawless, alabaster marble. He was, literally, perfect. With one foot
flat on the ground and the other resting on just his toes, he had picked a
particularly sensual pose for exposing himself. His arms were at his side,
hands casually on his hips. There, between his legs, was a 6-inch wonder. Cut
and flaccid, his cock had a large head like mine. It was pushed forward from
his body by the girth of two plump balls in a hairless sac. A short nest of
trimmed brown pubes surrounded his genitals, accentuating them without
overpowering them.

"Chase," I said, my emotions ripping me apart, "Where, uh, where are the
clothes I gave you? Is everything okay?"

He looked at me, those piercing eyes complimenting his bare frame. As he
walked toward me, slowly gliding across the carpet, he answered in a sultry
voice.

"Jake, Jake... You and I both know how badly we want this. Why are we kidding
ourselves? Take the plunge with me," he said, arriving at the bed. Still
staring at me with those beautiful eyes, his hair still slightly damp from the
shower, he gently pushed me back onto the bed. I stared back, my mouth open
wide, watching him and deciding what to do.

He began with my flip flops, slowly removing each and gently stroking the
sides of my broad feet as he worked his way up toward my calves. I moaned,
cutting the noise short as my conscience raged inside my head. Still, I was
limp in his presence, completely enchanted by his spell.

His hands, with their perfectly long, articulated fingers and neatly trimmed
nails, next reached for my jeans button and zipper. Powerless, I heard him pop
the button and open the zipper, sliding them down, past my knees and over my
calves, letting them eventually drop to the floor in a heap.

I tried to say no, I swear, but he put a hand to my mouth and used his second
to silence me to be quiet, blowing a subtle "Shhh," past his finger. I obeyed,
panicked and yet paralyzed.

Now, he climbed onto the bed, clutching me with his entire bare body. His hips
straddled my own; his round ass situated itself on top of my straining cock,
held back by my black underwear. Leaning forward, Chase's fingers traced
either side of my torso, lifting my shirt as they wandered. Before I knew it,
he'd gently pulled it over my head, leaving me in only my underwear. He sat
up, still for a moment, gazing at my chest before shifting his eyes to my
face.

"Jake," he said, "I've wanted you for so long, and I think you've wanted me,
too. Now is our chance to make this happen. I want you, Jake, and I intend to
have you. All of you. Ohio's so far away, and nobody has to know."

My mouth was dry, yearning to respond, but my vocal chords refused to
cooperate. All traces of my conscience vanquished, I weakly nodded my head,
breathing out an airy, "Yes" in response to his statement.

It was the strangest feeling. I'd been with men before, but never like this.
This was magical, incredible and downright scandalous. His bare legs
paralleled my own; only a thin pair of underwear separated our hard cocks. He
leaned in, rolling his abdomen and chest against mine. Slowly, ever so slowly,
his head lowered toward mine, undeniable sparks flying between us.

Then, it happened.

Our noses touched, and before I could protest further, he pushed his lips
against mine. Soft, young and full of energy, they gently pressed against my
own before the suction of his mouth and tongue drew my bottom lip in between
his teeth. He playfully bit down ever so gently, letting me know that he was a
willing participant in this game.

And then, defying all logic and rational thinking, I kissed him back.

Our tongues danced between the two mouths, our collective moans becoming more
and more pronounced. My once paralyzed arms reached up and pulled him closer,
gliding along his smooth back until each hand cupped half of his round bottom.
I gave into this uncharted pleasure wholly and savagely, devouring the boy
that was on top of me.

He'd been rubbing my erection through the boxer briefs, but he quickly tired
of this constraint and pulled them down, my cock springing out from behind the
elastic. I kicked them off before rolling in our embrace onto the other side
of the bed.

This love was passionate and surreal, the most intense feeling that I'd ever
experienced. And despite it feeling so right, deep down, I knew that it was so
terribly wrong. As an educator, I'd taken a vow to protect and nurture my
students; my bedding sweet Chase was a direct compromise of that vow.

I decided I would deal with it the next day.

We embraced, our bodies writhing and genitals grinding, for some time. Time
was of no value; it didn't matter if it lasted for a few minutes or several
hours, it was just the sensation of taking it all in. The sea of moans was
tumultuous and loud, inspiring and erotic.

Eventually, Chase broke the kiss and in a single movement, twisted his body. I
was face-to-face with his beautiful cock and balls for the first time, and he
was faced with mine. It was only natural that we took one another in our
mouths, sucking and kissing and licking and rubbing in the 69 position. It was
a symbol of sexual equality, of love, of lust; it was beauty.

Once the sensations became too much to bear, Chase sat up. I swiveled by body
to join him on the bed, clasping each of his hands in mine, rubbing our chests
together as we kissed. We fell back into the bed without breaking the bond,
until Chase rolled me onto my back. Smiling with those gorgeous white teeth,
he leaned in close to my ear.

"Jake, you want me... Don't you?"

"Yes," I replied, "Oh, god, yes. I want you so bad, Chase. Every part of you,
all of you..."

"Then," he said, pulling me upright and laying himself down in one motion,
placing one of his soft, warm feet on my chest and the other in the air, "Take
me."

"But..." I protested, as he moved his toe to my mouth, silencing me.

"That's right, Jake, I want you to fuck me."

He'd come prepared, a condom in his jeans, which he bid me to retrieve. He'd
also tucked away some lubricant in his hoodie. After rolling the condom down
my shaft and giving it one last blow in his mouth, he liberally anointed my
hard penis with lubricant.

"Press into me, slowly," he instructed, his legs high in the air and his tight
hole exposed. "I'll be tight, but it's alright. Just push, slowly."

I'd never gone all the way with a man before, and while I was still grappling
with the ethics of the situation, I couldn't say no. He was the embodiment of
perfection, and to leave him now would have been to forfeit this chance
forever. I positioned myself between his legs, kissing his shins and knees,
and I slowly pressed my erection against his hole.

He gasped at first, clenching as tight as he could. But quickly, he began to
relax as I slid into him.

Chase moaned, "More, Jake, more..." I continued pushing until every inch of me
was inside of him, and then I shuddered with pleasure. He felt my body tingle,
and he shuddered too.

"It must be contagious," he said in a quiet voice, smiling.

And then, I fucked Chase.

It wasn't a quiet game of lovemaking. It wasn't casual sex between strangers.
I wanted to feel him, every part of him, and mash our bodies together. I
picked him up, threw him onto the bed and kept pounding him, all the while
kissing his neck, chest and arms. We'd kiss on the lips every few minutes,
savoring one another's tongue.

He begged for more, and I happily obliged. That night, I fucked him on the
bed, over the desk (knocking over the lamp) and even against the cold glass of
the window, the city splayed out behind his bare body. We screamed out each
others' names, touched every part together and pulsated with the electricity
between us.

At some point, a familiar feeling stirred in my gut, engulfing my cock in a
soothing eruption of pleasure.

"Chase," I whispered into his ear, "I think this is it... I think... I'm
going... To... Cum..."

Suddenly, I sat straight up in bed. Streams of light filtered through the
curtains, illuminating the desk in the corner. The lamp was upright, untouched
from the previous night's romp. I frantically felt the bed next to me, calling
out Chase's name in a hoarse voice. I sprung out of bed, completely naked, and
ran to the bathroom; there was no sign of anyone there, and only my single wet
towel from the previous morning slumped on the floor.

Slowly, I walked back to the bed, sitting at the foot, scratching my head. I'd
never had a dream that vivid before, and I'd certainly never expected things
to go quite like that. Was I hallucinating? What did this mean for Chase and
I? Was he gay, or was I just hopeful?

Taking a deep breath, I knew what I needed to do. I quickly showered, slipped
on a clean pair of board shorts and threw on a fresh t-shirt. With my beach
bag in hand, I raced out the door, running toward my car, planning my course
of action as I went.

I had decided: I was returning to Gunnison Beach, the place where this whole
sordid affair started, to confront Chase once again. And at that moment, a
million thoughts flying through my head, even I couldn't have predicted how
things would actually transpire.


END OF PART 3.


What did you think of Jake's sultry erotic dream? And just what does he have
planned for Chase back at Sandy Hook? Part 4 will see the two face off for the
first time since Jake's hot and lusty vision the night before. Part 4 also
sets the stage for the story's shocking conclusion; one that you NEVER could
have seen coming. Don't forget: YOU have the power to shape this story-send
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