Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2006 11:34:39 +0200 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: Beach Tales - 12/16 (Encounters) ---------------------------- BEACH TALES by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 written on October 23 rd 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Brian ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "BEACH TALES" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- CHAPTER 12 - SUNTAN OIL Dario and Gino have been friends for ages, even though Gino knows that his friend is gay, this isn't a problem at all and he is fond of him. Besides, Dario never tried anything with him. This year they went to the seaside together. They took with them the books to prepare for the History 3 test, so in the morning they study together a few hours, in the afternoon they go to the beach, and at night they go somewhere to amuse themselves. Dario is sunbathing; Gino is sitting under the beach-umbrella. "Come here, under the sun. Why come to the beach if you don't tan?" "I don't want to get burnt, I'd rather stay here." "You can do as I do, can't you? Use suntan oil, so you tan without burning." Dario insists. "No, it will dirty my clothes..." "No way, it's enough you spread it well and for a long time, as I do." "I'll get bored to massage my skin for all that time, as you did. I'm better this way." "Do you want me to put it on for you?" Dario offers. Gino hesitates, but then he thinks that if he answers with a no, his friend might think it is because he's gay and doesn't want to be touched by him... he could offend his friend, hurt him, and he doesn't want to risk that... "Ok, then. Thank you..." he says with a friendly smile. He spreads a towel near Dario and lies on it. His friend takes the suntan oil, pours some on his hands and starts to massage his friend's body. It's pleasurable, Gino thinks, and Dario is doing nothing to make that massage something different from a normal massage. Gino, in his thoughts, is grateful to Dario for that, but says nothing. His friend's hands are strong and delicate at once, really pleasurable. Thanks to the suntan oil, they slip on his skin like they were silk underwear. His friend massages him for a long time, all over his body, avoiding only the scanty part covered by his Speedo, and thus, his genitals. No, he really is doing nothing to transform that massage into an erotic caress. Dario is really a nice guy. Later they go to bathe, to swim, and play together in the water. Back to the beach, they lie down and chat, while drying. Then Dario again spreads the suntan oil on his skin, with the same, long, pleasurable massage as before. When the sun is starting to set and the air is less warm, they dress and leave the beach. The day after Gino asked Dario if he would, please, spread the suntan oil on him. The sensations he gets are really pleasurable. Gino closes his eyes and enjoys them. Dario is really skilled, Gino thinks. Could that be because he has a special sensibility for the male body? Then he thinks he's an idiot - what is he thinking? The day after, while his friend is spreading the oil all over his body, Gino asks himself what can his friend feel. Possibly he would like to have the same treatment, and this is why he is always so willing to do it... Well, even so, what wrong could there be? The massage is all but making sex, isn't it? If he could, with his massage, really give pleasure to his friend, after all, it would just be a way like any other to thank his friend for so patiently putting the lotion on him. So, later, he offers to spread the suntan oil on his friend's body. Massaging Dario also gives him good sensations. After all we are friends, Gino tells himself on another occasion. We never were ashamed to undress, even totally naked, in front of one another. Isn't it so? And even if I became aware that Dario is looking at my tool, I just pretend not to notice, of course. After all, if he likes looking at me, it's because he thinks I'm well built, it's a kind of implicit compliment. Then, he thinks on the following occasion, we could also shower together; after all, to wash each other's back, for instance. I think he would be pleased, I was wrong to always avoid that, to shut myself in the bathroom when showering, to do it always after he did. He of course noticed that, and possibly felt hurt about that, he could have thought it was because I don't trust him, but really it was only because at home I had the habit of shutting myself inside the bathroom. But a sensitive boy as he is, possibly interpreted my habit like a lack of trust... So Gino, after that day, starts to leave the door wide open when he showers. I did right, he tells himself, you see he never came, not even just to look at me! The malicious one was me, not him, he didn't ever think of it... Not even now that the door stays open. I've been an idiot, really, to raise in myself so many problems. I wronged everything in my relation with him. Happily he has a good character; he wasn't offended by my behaviour. The fact he is gay, doesn't lessen him in any way, does it? He is a normal boy like me, like any other. Dario is not even aroused, he notices once, while massaging him with the suntan oil, looking without being seen, the gentle curve in front of Dario's Speedo. Why do I have to think that, just because one is gay, has to think only about sex when he is with a male? And then, to tell the truth, he is more reserved than I - I often boast my sex adventures with him, and he listen me like a good friend, but he never tells me about his adventures... Has he a boyfriend? With whom does he make love? Dario is taking his shower... I'll now go in and take my shower with him, Gino decides. So he will understand that I have no prejudices, that I really consider him to be a normal boy exactly like me. "May I?" Gino asks, from the door. "Sure, come." Dario answers, while soaping his body. "I was thinking that, if we showered together, I can soap and wash your back and you can do the same for me..." he says pulling off his shorts and underwear. "That's good." Dario quietly answers. They soap each other's back, then each of them soaps his own front, washes his own genitals, without any problem. Gino is glad he took the step. On the beach, while Dario, as every day now, is spreading the suntan oil on his skin, Gino becomes aware that he is getting a slight erection. Well, he thinks, that's not surprising - Dario has really skilled hands. It's so agreeable feeling them on my skin. When he soaps my back is also very pleasurable, or else when I soap his back. And then, who knows why one has to soap only the back of the other? Well, it's true that on the other parts one can do it himself, one doesn't need the help of a friend. Under the shower, Gino is soaping Dario's back. This time, without reflecting on it, he lowers his hands to soap his buttocks also. It's the first time he's touched his buttocks - they are firm, it is good to touch them, he thinks with a light feeling of pleasure. Yes, Dario is well built, has a beautiful body, proportioned, a smooth skin, he is strong, firm. He also has a nice pecker, he has to admit it. Who knows how many girls, if they were in my place now, would kneel in front of him, would give him a blow-job, and also beseech him to push it in their pussy! And possibly, even some boys would do the same with pleasure. It's a very hot night. They sleep naked, as usual, only the sheet covering their body. From the window a street-lamp faintly lights the room. Gino at one point wakes up. He turns towards his friend's bed and from his deep and regular breath understands Dario is sleeping. Then he notices that his sheet is tenting up between Dario's legs because of a remarkable erection. He never saw his friend's tool hard, he realizes, and he is almost surprised at this. Who knows how it is, when hard? When soft, it is a nice pecker... it has to be even more beautiful when hard. Who knows if, hard, it may be bigger than mine? Gino asks himself while he quietly leaves his bed. He goes over to Dario and, slowly, slips the sheet away from his friend's naked body. Yes, he has a really beautiful tool, and a great body. He's seen it so many times, on the beach, under the shower, but now that it is lying there, in front of his eyes, now that he can contemplate him at ease, he feels it is more beautiful than ever. He looks at his friend's face, relaxed in sleep, with a serene expression, is beautiful. How sweet are his lips... he confusedly thinks. Imperceptibly, almost without being aware of it, Gino is becoming aroused. He feels more and more attracted by that body. By those soft lips, those strong yet sweet pectorals, that member so vigorous and fierce. Now Gino is aware he is aroused, and this troubles him, therefore he carefully covers his friend's body hoping not to wake him up, and goes back to his bed, confused about his own erection. The day after everything is as usual, the massage on the beach really pleasurable, the shower at home agreeable... They hit the bed, bid each other a good night, but Gino is not able to fall asleep - he continues to think of his friend's body. He gets out of bed, makes sure his friend is asleep, and uncovers his body. Dario has no erection like the night before. Gino feels almost cheated. So, slowly, almost trembling, he puts his hand on his friend member and lightly brushes it. His heart drums violently. His friend continues sleeping, so he dares to gently caress Dario's tool - he wants to see it hard again and erected. Here it is... it is slowly rising, palpitating, becoming majestically hard - god, how beautiful it is! He looks at Dario's hollow belly, at his wide chest, at his sweet lips. Gino is strongly aroused. He again caresses the beautiful, warm, and finally turgid, pole. He looks at his face again, and gets a shock - Dario now has his eyes open and is looking at him. Gino feels his head whirl as if all of a sudden he was drunk. "I..." he then murmurs, confused and embarrassed. "Come." Dario whispers sweetly, without moving. "I..." Gino stammers, slowly leaning his face towards that of his friend. "Come..." Dario says again, his eyes shining. "I..." Gino moans and his lips brush those of his friend. "Come!" Dario says again in a murmur. Their lips press, open, their tongues meet, their mouths unite in a long, passionate kiss. As if in a trance, Gino climbs on his friend's bed, on Dario's body and embraces him tightly, trembling with emotion. "Dario?" "I'm here..." Dario lightly answers. Their erections pulse one against the other, compressed between their tense bellies. "Oh, Dario..." Gino says, moved. "Yes?" his friend tenderly encourages him, gently caressing his shuddering body. "I would like..." "Shush... No, you need say nothing... Everything is alright, all his good..." Gino lets himself go, he feels a great sweetness and a yearning desire for his friend who is welcoming him in his arms and legs, almost as if he tried to wrap all his body. He lets Dario cuddle, touch, kiss and caress him, and he in turn caresses his friend in a more and more intimate and passionate way. The two young, fresh bodies, strong and sweet, search for each other, explore, their limbs intertwine non-stop. They kiss each other with growing pleasure and passion. Gino feels good as he never experienced before. His friend's beautiful body is giving him wonderful sensations and he now feels, more than happy, grateful. Dario welcomed him without problems and is now doing his best for him. He strongly feels that he too has to give Dario at least as much pleasure, he wants to give it to him. For the first time he feels that their long-time friendship is at an important turning point, that something unique, special, is about to happen between them. "Dario..." Gino says with a voice in which is invocation, begging, beseeching. "Yes?" Dario says encouragingly, tenderly smiling him and caressing his face with hands light like butterfly wings. "I want you..." Gino, moved, murmurs and feels his throat knot for the intensity of what he is feeling. "Yes?" Dario sweetly whispers, teasing Gino's hard tits and making him shudder with pleasure. "I want you..." Gino repeats trembling, lost in the eyes full of affection and understanding of his friend. "Yes?" Dario insists, caressing Gino's hard, pulsating member in a delightful massage. "I want you... all inside me!" Gino finally concludes, trembling, with a pleading tone. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 13 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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