Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2006 08:51:39 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Beach Tales - 4/16 (Encounters)

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BEACH TALES
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written on October 23 rd 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Brian

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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.

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CHAPTER 4 - NEVER SAY NEVER

"The only thing I don't like about our job, boys, is that every few days
we have to move to a different city. We never have the time to find a
girlfriend," Tomaso says to his friends.

"You feel horny, don't you?" answers one with a smile.

"Well, he is the youngest; he still has hot blood...." another says.

A third one adds: "But the other day there was that boy making googoo
eyes at you. I bet that if you asked him, he would at least have given
you head!"

"God forbid!" Tomaso exclaims, "I'd rather cut it off!"

"Oh, Come on! You mean that when in the army you never took ten bucks to
let a man give you head? We all did it, I would say...." the fourth of
his colleagues says while all the others laugh.

"No. Never. Not even if they promised me a mountain of gold!" Tomaso
protests in a determined tone, "To say the most, with a man I'll shake
hands, and not even that for very long."

"Come on! When you were a kid you wanked with your mates, didn't you?"

"No, never!"

"And how did you learn, then?"

"Well...nothing...one day I saw my brother doing it so I also tried,
that's all. But I swear on my mother's head, boys, with a guy I.... And
besides, it won't even get hard so I wouldn't even be able to cum...."

The break over, the five colleagues start back to work. At six PM they
stop, take a shower, change their clothes, then part, making a date for
that evening at suppertime in the small hotel that their company booked
them into.

Tomaso wanders around the small seaside town and does some window
shopping, but above all looks at the pretty girls going around in their
scanty swimsuits that tickle his erotic fantasies. Happily his baggy
trousers and his tight briefs hide the hardons that he gets frequently.
He looks at his watch - it is time to go to have supper. He goes back to
the hotel, sits at his usual place, near one of his colleagues. In front
of him, until yesterday, sat an aged couple, on the side towards the
corner wall. Now there is nobody. The other three colleagues sit at a
table at their side, on their left. They chat merrily and start to eat.

The hotel owner comes in with two more guests and sits them in the two
empty places in front of Tomaso and his colleague. They are a young
couple. She is breathtakingly beautiful. They exchange greetings. She
sits in front of Tomaso, on the chair in the corner between the two
walls.

Tomaso is not able to take his eyes off her. She talks with her man,
flirtatiously. Tomaso continues to stealthily look at her. The young man
buttonholes them, then also the girl follows suit. Tomaso has the
feeling that she is looking at him with a certain interest. He
instinctively tries to impress her.... If only she didn't have her
boyfriend sitting at her side....

They are eating the vegetables. The young man is busily discussing
sports with Tomaso's colleague.

Tomaso says with a smile, "Excuse me...but I don't remember your
name...."

"Marzia. But I didn't mention it before. What's your name?"

"Tomaso, with just one m."

"A nice name..." she says with a smile in her turn which makes him melt.

They are now at the fruit course. Her boyfriend peels her an apple. She
puts her arm around his waist. Tomaso would like to be in the place of
that young man. She smiles at Tomaso, who answers with another smile.
And suddenly he feels her foot brushing his calf.

Tomaso gets worked up. She did it unintentionally, he tells himself to
calm down. In fact her foot moves away. They drink their coffee, say
good-bye and leave, the girl always half embraced by her boy.

"Holy shit, guys...." Tomaso says to his friends, "Did you see what a
piece of stuff sat in front of me? And how she was throwing me glances?"

"Come on! She is with her boyfriend. What gave you the idea that she was
interested in you?"

"No, no, she also played footsies with me," Tomaso proudly answers. The
others seem not to believe him.

The following morning at breakfast, the young couple is already seated
at their table. They chat amiably, as before. The light glances playing
between Tomaso and the girl start again. The young man starts to get
aroused. Her foot caresses his calf for a few seconds. He looks at her,
she smiles but moves her eyes away.

At supper they are ending the first course, when Tomaso feels her foot,
now bare, clearly massaging his calf. This time, he has no doubt; she is
doing so on purpose. He feels he is blushing but tries to seem
indifferent.

"I'm curious about your job... how it comes you are here? What do you
do?" she asks while her boyfriend chats with his colleague.

Tomaso answers with verve and wit... and feels her foot going up along
his leg, teasing the interior of his thigh, going up further... slipping
between his thighs... landing on his fly. Tomaso's food goes almost the
wrong way. But he spreads his legs a little and pushes his pelvis
forward somewhat. The girl, with the sole of her foot, massages the
turgid swelling, under the long table cloth that hides everything.

"... and are you skilled in the use of your tools, Tomaso?"

"Well... I have lot of experience..."

"I would like seeing how you use them, do you know?"

"Nothing so difficult, you too could use them without problems, if you
wanted to try..."

During dessert, Tomaso is near cumming. He is excited, but luckily she
pulls her foot away. He is really worked up - she is game, and how! If
he could just meet her in private...

He is about to go upstairs to his room, as he passes in front of the
restaurant's toilets. She is standing there, alone, and smiles at him.

"Your boyfriend?" Tomaso asks almost in a whisper.

"He is inside... I'm waiting for him..." she answers looking at him in a
provocative way.

"Do you know you are beautiful?" he whispers gallantly.

"You too. I like you..." she murmurs and looks at him as if she wanted
to undress him with her eyes.

"If it were just possible..." he says.

"Yes... tomorrow morning... at breakfast... I think I'll give you a
little nice surprise..." she whispers.

"What?" he asks interested.

"You'll see. You have to just pretend nothing is happening... and don't
wear anything, under your trousers." She says in a low, warm voice, with
a sly smile. He rejoices, is about to say something but the sound of
flushing comes from the toilet. "Go now... he is a little jealous." she
says.

He smiles, nods and goes upstairs.

He tries to guess what she has in mind. She asked him not to wear his
shorts. She surely cannot reach his dick with her hands. Does she want
to feel it with her bare foot? He opens his trousers and she... well,
better something than nothing. Under her boyfriends eyes... It is
arousing.

On the following morning, Tomaso does as she asked him - he wears his
overall without anything under it. He gets hard just at the idea of what
is about to happen. He checks himself in the mirror... If he is careful
how he walks and moves, it is not so obvious. He goes downstairs for
breakfast.

The young man is already at the table but her place, in the corner, is
empty. Slightly taken aback, Tomaso sits at his place.

"Isn't Marzia coming down this morning?" he asks somewhat disappointed,
but trying not to show it.

"No, no, on the contrary - she went out before I came down. She went to
get a perm..." the young man says quietly.

At that moment Tomaso feels two small warm hands on his thighs. He has a
jolt - she is under the table... waiting for him... that's why... He
looks around to see if the others noticed his start, but it seems that
nobody is looking at him. Also Marzia's boyfriend is animatedly talking
with his colleague. He feels the sweet hands sliding towards his fly,
her body wedging between his legs. Completely worked up, he spreads his
legs as much as he can without risking a touch on his colleague and
feels her slipping between them. He looks at the long table cloth and
sets it better. He pushes his pelvis forward. Her hands are opening his
zipper...

Now Tomaso began to understand what surprise she was talking about. She
wants to give him a blowjob, and right under the eyes of her unaware
boyfriend! Her sweet hands pull out his already erect pole and his
balls, and finger, fondle them. Tomaso continues to throw glances
around, tense, excited, and is almost unable to swallow his breakfast.
Her hands lightly caresses his genitals, and then he feels soft lips on
them, a little tongue lightly licking up and down... He shudders. God,
what a little whore, he thinks, but pleased. Her lips gird his glans,
tighten on it, and slip over his rod for all its length, clear to the
hilt. Tomaso is about to emit a pleasurable moan and just barely
succeeds in holding it back. She is really skilled, very skilled... She
is now bobbing her head in rhythm, while her little hands caress his
testicles, his groin, his pubis... Yes, she really is skilled... Who
knows if she also swallows, when giving head? Oh God, what splendid
sensations...

Marzia's boyfriend asks him something. He has his mind elsewhere, and
doesn't understand.

"Sorry, what was that?" he asks.

"I asked you if you feel OK... You are making a face..."

"What? No, yes, I feel very well... I really feel well."

"Ah, then it is possibly just the heat of the day..." the young man
says.

"Yes, it's hot... it's really hot..." Tomaso gasps and meanwhile he
thinks: 'If you knew what a nice job I'm getting right at this moment...
a hot job!'

It is not only the skill of those lips on his member, but also the
weird, erotic, and dangerous situation that incredibly arouses him. And
he feels he is near bursting, he has to control himself. It is the
crucial moment, the most difficult, the most beautiful, that he will
never forget. He feels a shudder all at once, and stiffens not to betray
himself, he would like to caress that small head under the table busy in
his lap, pushing it against his pubis, but he knows he can't and he
ostentatiously keeps his hands on the table top.

Now... he is about to... now... oh God... it's too beautiful... too
much... he has to control himself... oh... now... yes... God! She is
drinking it all, the little whore! She is sucking out his soul even...
His heart beats like mad... his sight dims... It's over!

He draws a contented breath, almost collapses in his chair, feels the
warm hands putting his tool back in his trousers and shutting his
zipper... It's done. Fucking hell, what an incredible orgasm!

Marzia's boyfriend stands up: "So then, see you this evening, boys...
Oh, hi Marzia! Your perm looks really nice; you look great with it." He
says smiling and looking towards the door.

Tomaso almost jumps up and turns back bewildered - the girl is entering,
a wide smile painted on her lips, takes her boyfriend arm in arm, and
the couple leaves the restaurant.

"What..." Tomaso exclaims with a choked voice. He turns again toward the
table without understanding. From underneath comes a boy with a cunning
smile on his lips. Tomaso exclaims: "What the fuck..." his face red.
Then, as he understands, becomes furious and is about to jump at the
boy. His colleague interposes and the others, who drew near with a
little mocking smile on their lips, burst into laughter.

"So then, Tomaso... still convinced?"

"You did not die? Will you cut it off, now?"

"Never, boys, I swear, never!" another one mocks him, while the boy
silently steals away.

"It would not even become hard, you said..." another laughs.

"You are... you were... it was all arranged by you!" Tomaso then says,
turning pale and falling into the seat of his chair.

"Come on, the world did not end, did it? Just two lips... they were just
two lips, weren't they?"

"Don't make that face! You have now one more experience..."

"It's you, with your swearing, that led us into temptation..."

The other customers look at the group of workers without understanding
what is happening. Tomaso looks at his mates, one after the other, in
their eyes, slowly, deadly serious... Then he too burst into laughter,
an almost hysterical laughter, and he laughs and laughs, until tears
flow, almost folded in two. He calms down little by little, slowly
stands up. He again looks his coworkers in their eyes.

He then says with a cheerful tone: "Well, boys, we better go now, or we
will be late for work."

His colleagues smile and nod in assent.

The five men leave the hotel together, arrive at their work place, and
Tomaso murmurs to his mates, with a funny expression: "And just think
that I have to work all day long with not even my briefs on..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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