Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2006 11:42:38 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Beach Tales - 7/16 (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 7 - FIREWORKS

Gerolamo Riboldi is the classic mother's darling, not because he's keen
on it, on the contrary, but because he has a possessive, sitting-hen
mother keeping him tied to her apron strings, with a double chain. He
would really like to free himself from his mother's constant care,
especially since, one year earlier, he discovered he likes men. But he
still hasn't the courage to rebel - also because he is still only
fifteen and he's an only child.

At his age, he is well developed (to the great pride of his mother) and
seems two years older. It's possibly also for this reason that, the
previous year, his swimming coach gave that long talk about friendship,
mutual trust, then took him to shower together, once that they were
alone in the gym, and there, with the pretext of washing him, the man
caressed him, made him aroused, took him in his arms, kissed him, made
him turn and finally deflowered him.

The boy didn't react, at first out of embarrassment, out of shame, but
then also out of pleasure. The man hurt him a little, but gave him a lot
of good feelings. He loved feeling the nice stake of his coach slipping
back and forth in his warm and tight channel, the man's hands touching
him all over his body, so that he felt as if his coach had a thousand
hands like the goddess Kali! He liked that vigorous man gently biting
his ear lobe, his neck, his shoulder while powerfully pistoning inside
him. He loved the man's fingers kneading his hard balls, his tense
member. He liked feeling the coach body stiffen, push into him with
force while clasping his torso in his arms almost raising him from the
floor, and then unloading in him moaning from his great pleasure...

So he crazily fell in love with his coach. With real joy and pleasure he
let the young athletic man take him each time the coach whispered to
him, with a beautiful, conspiratorial smile full of lust, to stop with
him, later...

Until one evening when, to give the coach a surprise and offer his
little ass to him, even if the young man didn't ask him, he loitered
without being seen. When finally, after everybody left, he heard the
shower water falling, he rapidly undressed and entered the shower
room... to stop bewildered - amongst the steam of the warm water, his
coach was pistoning with real gusto into the ass of Domenico, another
boy from the swimming team!

"Oh, it's you, Jerry. Come, come here and suck his prick, and later I'll
also fuck your nice ass and he will suck your pecker, right Domenico?"

"Yes, sure. Come, Jerry..." the other boy said with a broad smile.

But Jerry ran away, dressed in a hurry and went back home running all
the way. He didn't cry, not at all. But he refused to swim any more. He
succeeded in persuading his mother it was better if he practiced
basketball and Mum, oddly, accepted this change without any problem.

In the gym showers, Jerry was dying with desire, seeing all those
beautiful pendants between his mates' legs (he was the youngest, and
those shafts more mature than his own, literally fascinated him) but
nobody ever made advances and he, notwithstanding the strong temptation,
never dared to make the first move. Thus he couldn't do anything with
anyone. And his yen grew more and more strong and overpowering.

And now he is there, on the beach, his yen increased in seeing all that
naked flesh, those nicely full bathing suits... But his mother doesn't
let him go, not even a second. He is really bothered, not just a little,
also because at times he can understand, by the glances of some boys, or
youths or young men, that they like him, and that they would easily be
game.

But, he accepts the inevitable. He hopes that one day a miracle will
happen. But, besides when he goes to the gym, he's never alone - always
there is dear Mum, especially now that they are on holiday.

"Jerry, let's go and do some shopping."

"Yes, Mum."

"Jerry, do you know that they are screening Gone With The Wind again?
We'll go to see it, will we not?"

"All right, Mum."

"Jerry, a boy your age needs to have some fun - let's go to some
ballroom dancing, you and I, next Saturday."

"Sure, Mum, as you like."

Today is the Patron Saint day in the small sea town.

"Tonight they let off fireworks. Let's go in time to get a good place at
the Belvedere. Up there it will be crowded, because it's better than the
beach, it's less damp. So we have to eat fast, and be there for eight
PM."

"But, Mum, fireworks only start at ten!"

"Yes, right. We'll take something to read, as long as they don't turn
off public illumination. But so we can be on the very first row. I've in
mind the right place, you know? You know where the palms are, don't you?
Near the low wall. So we can lean on it and enjoy all the show. You know
that this year they're holding an international contest - I've heart it
will be spectacular, something never seen. It will last three hours,
until one in the morning, just think of that!" the woman says,
excitedly.

Jerry nods in assent - he can't but do so.

At eight o'clock they arrive. There is still nobody there, as he had
guessed. He sits on the low wall, near a street-lamp, his mother places
herself on the other side of the lamppost and they both read their
books. Jerry is not really interested in the book - one of the stories
his mother loves so much. At times he reads, at times he looks at the
people strolling along the avenue.

He sees a young man and at once recognizes him - he is the one who made
him sweet-eyes on the beach, a couple of days before, then again the day
before at the bar. He likes him a lot - about twenty-five, a dream-like
body, blue eyes and dark-blond hair, a manly expression and, when he saw
him the first time, wearing only his bathing-suit, something else in it
that was also very manly! At the bar, Jerry made him a sign towards his
mother. It seemed that the young man understood, as he shrugged his
shoulders, smiled at him and left.

The young man passes in front of him, on the other side of the avenue -
he's elegant, slender, and gorgeous. He looks at him and smiles. Jerry
answers with a faint, shy smile, hidden by the lamppost dividing them,
he points at his mother. The young man nods in understanding and
continues his walk. Jerry wanted to yell with rage and frustration.

It is about nine PM. The young man passes once more and looks at him
again. Other people take places along the low wall, but it's not yet
really crowded. Jerry would like the young man to sit on the low wall
too, near him. Just to be near, as he cannot even talk with him - his
mother, as usual, would at once interfere and daze the young man with
her chitchat. But possibly it's better if he doesn't come here, Jerry
thinks, it would be insufferable having him so close and not even be
able to touch him. Or, worse, possibly touch him slightly, but nothing
more.

At nine thirty the wall is almost full of people. His mother sits on it,
her legs dangling, and holds the lamp-post. Jerry is still turned the
other way, leaning against the wall, and continues reading here and
there, almost without paying attention to the text. At his side there is
now a young couple, half- embraced, exchanging pecks and caresses. How
lucky they are - they can neck in a public place and without their mums
nearby... the boy thinks with a sad, strong envy.

"Turn, Jerry, its almost time." his mother says, solicitous.

"Yes, Mum." the son answers, complying.

Now there are people in double or triple rows, but behind Jerry there is
still nobody, possibly because until then he was turned reading.

"You see we were right to come earlier? Why don't you sit like me?
You'll be more at ease, won't you?"

"No, Mum, I can lean on the wall and I'll be at ease all the same..."
Jerry says and, oddly, his mother doesn't insist.

Jerry leans on the low wall, on his elbows. Some bangs announce that the
fireworks are about to start. More people are coming. The street-lamps
are put out.

The show starts - it is really beautiful, Jerry let the view absorb his
attention. The choral "Ohhh..." are abundant.

"How beautiful, isn't it, Jerry?" his mother squeals looking at him,
happily.

"Yes, Mum, beautiful." the boy agrees.

Somebody places himself at his back. Jerry feels a light pressure.
Whoever it is, as he is leaning in that way, he can see perfectly also
without the need to push, Jerry thinks, slightly annoyed.

The pressure increases. Now Jerry has a clear feeling - against his
butts is pushing... an erect member! He gives starts... no, that's not
possible, he has to be wrong. The pressure ceases. But as soon as new
fireworks explode, the pressure also resumes - yes, it is really a good
hard cock, Jerry thinks, full of emotion. But who can be so daring... he
turns his head and sits agape - the beautiful blond young man winks at
him and brushes his lap against his ass. Jerry looks left and right - at
his left the lamppost, at his right the young couple leaning out like
him... nobody looks at them, nobody can see... Jerry resumes watching
the fireworks, but now he pushes his little ass back and brushes it
against that pleasurable hardness. The young man seems to appreciate
this - his firm stake, imprisoned in the cloth of his trousers, throbs
against him with urgency.

That secrete and discreet game continues, amongst the "ohhhh..." of the
people and the applauses.

"How beautiful, Jerry!"

"Yes, Mum, really great!" the boy nods vigorously, pushing back his ass
with pleasure, to renew the contact.

The young man pushes his pubes forward and brushes it against the
little, firm ass of the boy. Jerry feels shivers of pleasure and now
also his tool is hard as ever. The left hand of the young man works its
way between the boy's body and the lamppost, turns, and daringly goes to
grope his tenting fly. Jerry gives another start of surprise and the
pleasure and makes his member throb under the hand of the young man.
This one, as an answer, makes his tool palpitate against his ass.

Jerry is all a shudder. He again checks that nobody can see their
maneuvers... no, all is ok. Almost as if the other had read his mind, he
forces Jerry shorts' elastic and lowers them a little. Jerry is
frightened. He tries to stop him, but the left hand of the young man,
daringly slips inside his shorts and caresses the naked skin of his
buttocks. Jerry feels his legs almost giving in.

"Look at this one, Jerry! How beautiful! Unbelievable!"

"Really, Mum... unbelievably good" the boy exclaims assuredly while the
young man slips a finger between his buttocks, rummaging until he finds
the hole and he probes it.

"Ohhh, how beautiful!" Jerry almost shouts.

"Well... this one was nothing special..." his mother says, somewhat
amazed.

The young man behind Jerry becomes more daring, lowers Jerry's shorts
some more. The boy is tense, somewhat embarrassed, but really excited.
He looks at the couple to his right and sees that the boy slipped his
hand under her blouse and is caressing her boobs. The young man behind
him continues to play with his finger in Jerry's hole giving him very
pleasurable sensations. Then moves his shorts down some more and Jerry
feels the fresh air caress his butt. He understands that his ass is now
half uncovered.

More "ohhhs" come from the crowd. Jerry is more and more aroused. The
man stops playing with his hole and pushes his shorts down some five or
ten centimeters more. Jerry thinks that if he continues pushing them
down, he will have to hold them up or else they can fall on the
ground... But why the young man doesn't touch his little hole any more?
he asks himself. He turns a little to look - he is still there and
smiles at him. Jerry sees he is making strange movements and looks more
carefully.

The young man is opening his trousers fly! Jerry feels the blood flowing
to his head. Goodness, no, not here! he thinks, in confusion. That's not
possible! He looks towards his mother, then the couple at his right -
everybody is engrossed looking the phantasmagoria of the more and more
beautiful fireworks.

Then Jerry feels the stake of flesh, hard like iron, touching his
buttocks, brushing against them, rummaging between them, then finding
the right spot, and stopping there... What is he waiting for? the boy
asks himself, feeling his head spinning and his body aflame. An
explosion and, splendid, a firework opens in the air, and the young man
with a perfect sense of timing, delivers his fatal stroke, full of
energy, sinking in the boy's hole.

"Ohhhh..." the crowd shouts, prey of wonder.

"Ohhhh..." Jerry shouts, prey of pleasure.

The young man starts to pump in him, with slow but strong pushes,
sinking each time deeper into Jerry's hole.

"Isn't it wonderful, Jerry?" his mother says, almost moved by the beauty
of a new firework.

"Yes, Mum, it's really wonderful."

"This one really excited me, you know?"

"I too am excited, Mum. A real artist's masterpiece."

"Yes, really. This deserves the first prize..."

"But possibly the best has still to come, Mum... The final explosion!"
the boy pants, enjoying that strong, hot flesh column that is
conscientiously filing back and forth into his channel, making him enjoy
another kind of fireworks.

In order not to compel the young man to move too visibly, Jerry moves to
meet his pushes... and enjoys the fuck. The young man slips his left
hand between the lamppost and the boy's body again, caresses his swollen
genitals and starts to masturbate him.

"Ohhh..." Jerry moans at the right moments, excitedly.

More fireworks, more "ohhhhs...", more pleasure and more "ohhhhs..."

The young man is tireless, Jerry is literally in the stars, they enjoy
each other with calm and yet strong passion. Jerry's mother is in
raptures. Jerry is doubly enraptured. And, almost as if it was planned,
when the final battery explodes, amongst the enthusiastic cheers and
applause of the crowd, the young man and Jerry also shot all their
batteries in unison.

"Great... great... wonderful... ohhh how good..." Jerry yells at the top
of his voice, wriggling full of happiness.

"Yes, darling, really unforgettable." The mother says with an almost
moved voice.

"Way too great!" Jerry, shivering and almost crying for the pleasure,
says.

"Oh yes!" his mother says looking at him, full of understanding, and
nodding several times her assent.

The young man slowly slips out, after giving a last caress to the boy's
genitals. Jerry pulls up his shorts. The young man gives a light slap to
the boy's ass and silently goes away. Jerry's mother slips around the
lamppost to go near her son.

"Can we go, Jerry?" she proposes taking her son arm in arm and smiling
at him.

"Yes, Mum."

"It was worth coming here, wasn't it?"

"I would come here every night, if there was something as good as
tonight."

"I can believe you. A pity it was only tonight, eh?"

"Oh yes. Yes, Mum, a real pity!"

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8

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