Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1998 05:43:37 CST
From: Mark <naturgeil@xoommail.com>
Subject: "Young, Naked and Free" ((M/t) (t/t) (oral) (mast) (WS)

Author's note:  Usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of
pure fiction and frivolity, involving sexual acts between a
man and teenage boys.  Please don't read if you may be
offended or if your jurisdiction disallows it.  Comments
welcome.

Young, Naked and Free

Near my beach house is an area set aside by the local
authorities for `optional bathing'.  I always spend the
Summer school holidays here, and even in the middle of
Winter it is always milder than the city and a great place
to spend the weekend.  No matter what time of year, the
wind always seems to blow on shore; and when a low pressure
system develops out to sea the howling wind creates giant
waves, and the swirling foam blows up to the house.  It's a
time for a walk, to reflect, to revitalize.

I often bring some of my boys down here, just a few of them
at a time, but last summer I asked twenty boys to come down
for a week.  As you can imagine, trying to organise twenty
teenage schoolboys to get themselves organised can be a bit
of a task, and I needed to hire a mini-bus to bring them
all down here, but my experience in organizing and running
school camps came in handy.

My beach house, which I christened `Seaspray' is luxurious
by any standards.  I receive the proceeds of a family
inheritance over two years ago and even though I could have
stopped working as the Assistant Headmaster at an exclusive
school, I needed to keep in contact with my boys. I also
have as well as my house in the city a homestead at Mt.
Revolyob; quite frankly an embarrassment of riches when it
come to having some time off.

I am proud of my reputation.  During my career I have
probably come into personal contact with many thousands of
teenage boys, who at my school range between eleven and
eighteen years of age.  I apply firm discipline with
genuine praise, offer support with down-to-earth advice,
and give encouragement with sincerity.  I am respected by
the boys, their parents and my colleagues.  I have ongoing
friendships with many boys who occasionally call on me for
advice or send me cards and letters.

I teach my boys those things about sex and growing up that
their parents, friends or even school cannot teach them.
No book can answer all their questions; sometimes I am even
at a loss to offer the best advice.  But at a time when
boys want answers,  they know they can ask me.

There is a special relationship between men and boys which
goes back to the dawn of civilization.  One of  the most
impressive records of this is written in a worthy tome
called `Greek Love' by J. S. Eglington.  Unfortunately, in
the fading years of the twentieth century, with its
plethora of do-gooders, ill-informed law makers and so
called `experts' this relationship has been devalued to
such an extent than many boys are confused, uncertain and
suicidal, while many fine men are vilified, prosecuted and
pilloried.  Our society has got its priorities, excuse me,
fucked up.

But I digress - I suppose you would like to hear about my
boys?  There was one eleven year old (Chad), four twelve
year olds (Damon, Todd, Philip and Shawn), five twelve year
olds (Neil, Glenn, Brad, Jamie and Dean), seven fourteen
year olds (Alec, Jake, Lukas, Antony, Trevor, Rowan and
Patrick), and three fifteen year olds (Daniel, Steven and
Colin.)  Steven and Colin are twins.

How can I describe them?  Just think of your average young
teenage schoolboy.  Let's start at the top. They wear their
caps back-the-front.  Breathe in the aroma of their soft,
shiny hair: long or short, dark, blond, or whatever; think
of touching their smooth, clear skin: dark, fair, or any
shade between; look in their eyes: any colour you choose!
Perhaps they wear an earring; they like boarding or
blading; they play Nintendo. They've just discovered how to
jack off.  Listen to their laughter, cringe at their crass
jokes, envy their boyish innocence.  Finally, run your eyes
down their baggy pants to their feet - grubby, well worn
sports shoes.  I think you know what my boys are like.

There's plenty of space in my beach house to accommodate my
young guests.  Along with four spare bedrooms each with six
bunk beds, my own bedroom has a king size bed which I often
share with my boys; last summer every boy had a chance to
share that bed with me.

As for the beach.  It's very secluded and few people bother
to walk to the optional dress area because it can only be
accessed by a long walk from the car park at the general
store.  Anyone who wants to reach the half mile stretch of
pristine beach has to negotiate such obstructions as tea-
tree bushland, poorly defined paths and old fencing left
behind by a former navy installation.  Finally after
clambering over the sand dunes you reach the small
protected cove and the beach where we swim.  During the
busier times of the year a few of the boys would act as
sentries, alerting us if anyone else were to wander too
close.

But back to last summer.  After the mini bus was unloaded
and we were all in the house the boys had their usual
fights over who was going to sleep on the top bunk, who was
going to have the first shower and so on.  But the
arguments stopped as we headed down to the beach.

I was thinking of that 1970's art-house film `The Genesis
Children' as I looked around at the youngsters. There is
nothing more beatiful than the sight of several young
teenage boys undressing, then the spectacular vista of
youthful boy flesh, a canvas of naked young boys proudly
displaying their adolescent beauty, a sunning array of
nipples, dicks, balls, pubic hair, firm smooth bottoms and
of course their handsome young faces. Many boys displayed
their erections immediately; other boys' penises fluctuated
in a semi-erect state, and only a few of the youngsters
showed no sign of arousal.

On our first day it was relatively mild with a scattered
cloud cover and a light north easterly breeze.  There was a
whiff of a storm in the air.  We splashed and frolicked
carefree in the jade surf, some of the boys playfully
groping with their friends' cocks in uninhibited abandon, a
pageant of naked male youth cavorting under a summer sky,
the smell of testosterone urging their physical bodies to
experiment and enjoy.


Young, Naked and Free (Part 2)

In thigh deep water I found myself face to face with 
Trevor, his penis fully erect and almost touching his 
smooth flat tummy.  

"Would you like me to suck you?" I asked.  He looked 
whimsically into the distant horizon, placed his hands on 
his hips and thrust them at me.  I squatted and took his 
precious hard prick into my mouth, the tang of salt water 
and boy flesh tingling my taste buds.  I savoured the hard 
surface and lashed the pulsating crimson tip generously 
with my tongue and lips as Trevor rocked slowly back and 
forth.  

From the periphery of my vision I noticed that Neil and 
Antony had wandered by and were observing intently. Neil 
moved behind Trevor and put his hands on the boy's 
shoulders, and although I couldn't see much from my 
position, I assume Neil also pushed his dick between 
Trevor's bun cheeks and started humping, the rhythmic 
vibration passing through to me as I continued to give the 
youngster a hearty blow job.

"I'm gonna cum...!" gasped Trevor as the combined forces of 
Neil's cock somewhere in his crack and my tongue around his 
glans caused his orgasmic joy juice to erupt into my mouth 
amidst his shrieks of pleasure.

Antony was standing solo behind me and was masturbating 
urgently.  I heard a quiet, satisfied moan from the kid as 
some moist warm fluid flicked over the nape of my neck then 
down over my left shoulder where it dribbled slowly down my 
chest.  Finally, Neil groaned loudly as he extracted his 
dick from Trevor's tight, moist buns, his unfettered stiff 
then throbbed violently as a continuous stream of semen 
bubbled from his pee hole.

Lukas was watching and eventually drifted into the scene 
where he started jerking off.  My own balls were bursting 
so I stood up to face him, grabbed his dick as he took hold 
of mine, then we pulled each other to a simultaneous climax 
as the other boys watched on.  His junior jism shot up as 
far as my nipples, meeting up with Antony's still dribbling 
cum; my six generous streams splattered in all directions, 
but most of it ended up on the kid's chest and tummy, 
slowly following gravity down to his small tuft of wispy 
pubes before dripping into the water.

Some of the boys made their way back to the shore and 
spread their towels over the clean white sand.  It was only 
twenty-five Celsius degrees but under the Australian summer 
sun, highly dangerous on young skin.  I splashed off the 
boycum and sprinted from the water, going to my beach bag 
and pulling out a large jar of sun block cream.  With 
Philip, Todd, Rowan and Colin face up and side by side on 
their colourful towels I started with Colin, pumping a 
liberal quantity of the cream over his torso, arms and legs.

From his neck down I worked the sun block with my soothing 
hands around his narrow shoulders, down to his firm pink 
nipples and over his tanned pecs. Next, up around his 
slender arms where I felt the early signs of his forming 
biceps, up to his underarm where a few tender strands of 
hair had emerged, then down both sides of his chest - the 
ticklish area - where he giggled as the tips of my fingers 
tantalised his tender skin.

Now my lubricated hands moved over Colin's shiny flat 
tummy, not one ounce of puppy fat to be felt, then finally 
to his navel, where the glistening crimson helmet of his 
chunky teenage erection firmly pointed.  I applied more of 
the cream to my eager fingers and was about to coat his 
thick shaft, but this handsome, cheeky fifteen year old 
began to flick his hard boycock up and down over the 
surface of his belly, using only groin muscles to control 
this provocative movement.

I applied the cream to the surface of his large fuzzy 
balls, smearing the ballsack generously and sensuously with 
the pliant substance.  Moving now to his constantly 
throbbing organ, I gripped the mighty potent shaft, rubbing 
it vigorously and intently as Colin began to breathe 
heavily, beads of sweat emerging from his shimmering skin 
as his groans became louder and his ejaculation imminent.

>From the tip of his now purple crown came first an 
involuntary spray of piss, followed by eight torrents of 
creamy boycum which first struck his blond hair, then his 
forehead, nose, left cheek, lips, chin, right shoulder and 
nipple, the remaining globules dribbling over his tummy.  

"Don't forget to put the sun block on your legs," I said, 
as the boy began wiping the cum off his face.

Fourteen year old Rowan had been observing intently, 
stroking his three-and-a-half incher as I moved over and 
began applying the sunblock.  "Hands off!" I ordered, 
pushing his right hand away from his cock, "that's my 
job."  Instead of lying flat on his tummy like Colin, 
Rowan's teenage dick pointed vertically in my direction, 
its one eye staring at me ominously. 

I began Rowan's massage just as I had with Colin, but I had 
only reached his erect nipples when his upwardly angled 
boyprick spurted a column of creamy balljuice directly into 
my face in a spectacular and spontaneous ejaculation.  As 
soon as the last drops of semen were expelled, Rowan pissed 
forcefully into the space around him, the fountaining 
liquid from his slowly waning dick giving me a luxurious 
shower of warm tangy boypee.

"Oops," he said, flushing with embarrassment.  "It just 
happened... sorry."

"No worries mate," I replied, "it's very normal for 
boys."   He smiled broadly as we looked over towards Philip 
and Todd who were grunting loudly, giving each other a 
mutual masturbation. Todd blew first, quickly followed by 
Philip, then both boys giggled boyishly as the sun 
reflected off the streams of cum quivering on their 
tummies.  I felt another climax of my own welling deep 
within my balls, then before I could decide how to satisfy 
it, a few spontaneous spurts erupted from my dick and that 
was that.

We waded back into the water where we washed off the sticky 
jerk juice from our hot glistening bodies, and as we 
splashed each other we watched Alec sucking Dean, Chad and 
Daniel having a pissing competition (to see who could pee 
the highest), and Jaime, Glen, Damon and Steven jerking off 
amidst their riotous laughter.

Towards midday the wind began to shift and black pendulous 
clouds began to emerge from the north east.  That summer 
storm was quickly heading in our direction.  The swell 
picked up, the seagulls squawked in circles overhead and I 
called everyone together to get dressed and we headed back 
to the house.

That was not the worst storm of that summer, but it lashed 
the coast with a vengeance and passed over about as quickly 
as it arrived, leaving in its wake the occasional heavy 
shower.  Safe and dry back at the house, it was time for 
indoor activities.  It was still warm and Todd suggested 
that we all go nude again, a suggestion we adopted without 
hesitation.  With my video library, computer games, a 
billiard table, a dart board, a chess set and a couple 
decks of cards we all found something to do.

In the lounge, a few of the boys sat around me while we 
watched one of the `Boys Only' video productions.  This 
series comes out of Eastern Europe and Russia and depicts 
teenage boys in natural settings enjoying healthy 
activities and plenty of fun experimenting with their 
developing bodies.  Thirteen year old Jamie sat next to me 
and had a constant erection, small beads of precum 
dribbling constantly and leaving slick trails where his 
dick rested on his tummy. 

I put my arm around his shoulder.  "Would you like me to 
give you a pull?"

He nodded without a word and I moved my other hand down to 
his hard little dick, ran my fingers briefly through his 
wispy pubes, then stroked his compact but rock hard three 
incher for about a minute before he ejaculated a small 
quantity of semi clear fluid.  I grabbed a couple of 
tissues from the coffee table then had the pleasure of 
wiping that small puddle of cum from his soft, smooth tummy.

That night I chose Shawn, Jake and Brad to share my bed.  
These willing youngsters were quick learners as they 
experimented with each other, trying out new jerking-off 
techniques, the delights of french kissing, and the 
pleasures of tongue tickling.  I fell asleep with Brad 
facing me on one side and Shawn on the other, while Jake 
was pressed firmly against him, the two boys facing each 
other.  The three of them fell asleep quickly, but I 
remained awake as my mind wandered in all directions.  Brad 
began muttering something in his sleep, then I felt his 
dick stiffen against me and his heartbeat increase.  A 
warm, wet feeling against my thigh quickly followed as he 
breathed heavily into my face before I drifted off to my 
own dream world.

........

I was looking through my diary as the boys packed up and 
tidied their rooms.  I've really only talked about our 
first day, but that week was one of the best I can 
remember.  We had another big storm two days later, when I 
actually beat Patrick at table tennis. Chad proudly 
announced his first wet dream yesterday morning and Daniel 
and Lukas seem to be getting really serious about each 
other.  I've made some rough plans to spend the next long 
weekend at Mount Revolyob with a few of the boys.  I closed 
my diary, herded the boys to the bus, made one last check 
of the house and locked up.  I knew I had given twenty 
young teenage boys one of the best holidays of their lives. 

The End. (or is it?)

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