Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 08:34:10 +0200 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: Beach Tales - 8/16 (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 8 - THE KIOSK Where the small sea town is developing with new buildings, mainly for holyday- makers, Luigi opened a drinks-kiosk on the beach. It is a small wooden structure, open on its side looking towards the sea, where he put the counter. Inside, there are three fridges - for the ice-creams, the nonalcoholic drinks, and one for the sandwiches - then an espresso machine, a small hot-plate, the plate to prepare the hot-dogs and to warm the small pizzas. The three other sides, besides the small door at the back, are filled with shelves full of bottles, and various boxes of food to munch and crunch. At the center remains just a narrow space for Luigi, to move around. He hopes his business will be good, in order to have a nicer and larger kiosk in a few years. To open this one, he had had to invest all his meager savings and also ask for a bank loan. But Luigi is an enterprising young man and he looks to the future with confidence. He is also full of initiative. Luigi is a likeable guy, he easily gets on with people. All the girls, mainly, like him - he has a great body and a face that is a mixture of fresh youth and adult virility, bright, deep eyes, a smile that is sweet and mischievous at once. In a short time, Luigi's kiosk becomes a kind of meeting point for all the tourist youths. "See you at Luigi" becomes a sort of password. Luigi has another dart in his quiver - once he sees a face and hears a name, he never forgets it, and the youth love being greeted by their name, even the second time they stop at the kiosk. Therefore, as the tourist season progresses, Luigi's business goes from good to better. It's rather tiring work, as he has to be standing from eight a.m. to eight p.m., but Luigi is a strong guy. Anyway he decides to bring one of those tall, round, swivel-stools to his kiosk, so he gets less tired - also if he is sitting on it, it seems he is standing up, as his knees are hidden under the counter. From there he can also take things from the shelves or the fridges and so on, without leaving his stool. Luigi made friends with a boy from town, his same age, a university student called Nicola, likeable and extroverted who never makes him feel their difference of culture. Nicola is always the first to go to the beach in the morning, exactly when Luigi is opening his kiosk. They chat for about an hour then, when the beach starts to become crowded, Nicola goes to swim or to sunbathe. He sees him again two or three times during the day, then Nicola, just before Luigi closes his kiosk, passes to say goodbye and goes to his hotel to have his supper. "Ciao Luigi." "Oh, Nicola. Everything's fine?" "Wonderful, and you?" "Always alright." "But, tell me, Luigi, do you have a girlfriend? I never saw you with a girl..." "No... Where can I find free time for a girlfriend? All the day long here, then in the evening I've to help my father in his little machine shop. You can imagine that I have no time to chase girls. I'm friends with all of them and none of them, here on the beach. But you, Nicola?" "I neither, you know..." "And yet you are a real hunk..." Luigi says with his mischievous smile. "Well, you know, I don't really miss a girl so much. Studies and sports take almost all my time and energies..." Nicola answers leaning against the counter. "But..." Luigi says lowering his voice, "At times, I feel... hot... and mine needs to get his pleasure... Not yours?" "Eh, certainly mine too needs his enjoyement... but, you know, there is always the old, tested technique of the five plus one..." Nicola answers, winking at him. "What?" Luigi asks, not understanding. Nicola shows his hand half-closed in a fist and moves it up and down. The two youths laugh together. "Oh yes, I too use it, quite often" Luigi says, "Even here, under the counter, you know? In the moments of boredom... Anyway nobody can see. The wall here in front is already all stained..." he adds with a giggle. "Come off it! Really?" Nicola asks in an unbelieving tone. "Eh, what? Don't you believe me? Do you want to check?" "Why not..." "Come here, then. If you are able to count all the gushes, I'll offer you a free drink every day, as long as you are here on vacation..." Luigi says merrily and cunningly. Nicola goes around the kiosk and Luigi opens the little door. Nicola crouches under the counter and looks. He hears Luigi greeting somebody. He turns and sees in front of him the spread, bent legs of his friend and, in their centre, the nicely rounded basket. So he stretches out a hand and feels it. Luigi is serving clients, but rapidly puts a hand under the counter and pulls Nicola's hand away. But Nicola starts again and feels that the swelling is rapidly acquiring volume. So he opens Luigi's fly and searches inside. New clients prevent Luigi from stopping him. Nicola takes it out, caresses it, puts it to his lips, swallows it and starts slowly to suck it with real gusto. The last client leaves and Luigi, looking under the counter and trying to pull his friend's head away, really embarrassed, says, "What the heck are you doing... come on, stop... are you crazy or what? What's the matter with you?" But new clients come and Luigi, trying to pretend nothing strange is happening under the counter, serves them. Nicola skillfully caresses his thighs, his nice balls, and sucks, sucks... Luigi feels he is losing his self-control. He almost has a hard job to speaking with the clients, while under the counter the other is giving him more and more intense and agreeable sensations. "Fucking hell..." he confusedly thinks, "Nicola is a fag... but... wow, how skilled... oh god... I'm near... cuming..." While he is pouring a drink for one of the clients, Luigi suddenly comes - he gives a start, his hand trembles, pours some of the drink on the counter. "Oh, sorry..." Luigi stammers and cleans, while he feels all his energies flowing away from him and run into the warm mouth closed on his stake almost like a pleasurable sucker. There is not even one more drop, but Nicola continues to suck and Luigi sensations become so intense to be almost painful. His member, that after having unloaded was deflating, becomes hard and stiff once more in the skilled mouth. "Nicola... there is nobody... come out, hurry up..." Luigi whispers bending under he counter. Nicola comes out and says, with a smile, "So, then, did you enjoy it? Better than wanking all alone, isn't it?" "Fucking shit, yes, it is, but you are completely crazy..." Luigi says buttoning up his fly. "Why did you do that?" "Because it is a long time I've wanted to do it to you. I like you." "But you... are you..." "Yes, I'm gay. Does it displease you?" "No..." "You'll let me suck it again, won't you?" Nicola, who meanwhile is out of the kiosks and is leaning against the other side of the counter, asks him, with a cunning smile. "I..." Luigi starts to say, but new clients come and he can't continue. "So, then?" Nicola asks as soon as they are alone again, with a smile, "You enjoyed it, didn't you?" "Yes, but..." "If you want, every morning, under the counter..." Nicola proposes, inviting. "But I..." Luigi answers, embarrassed, hesitant. Nicola feels he won. New clients prevent them saying more. "See you later. Think about it." Nicola says with a smile and goes away, fast. Luigi feels somewhat giddy - about enjoying it... he really enjoyed it, he cannot deny that to himself. "And after all it was not me the one who asked Nicola to do that, and if Nicola likes doing it... Heck, but he is crazy, doing it there, with all the clients around... It's true that nobody could suspect... I almost poured all the drink on the client..." he thinks and he smiles, amused. Nicola goes to the kiosk again to buy a drink. There are other clients. Luigi gives him a Fanta can and with his hand pushes back Nicola's hand with the money. "It's on the house..." he says with a slightly embarrassed smile. "Oh, thank you... My turn, next time..." Nicola says looking him in the eyes, slyly. Luigi feels he's almost blushing, but gives him a light nod of assent. The morning after. When Luigi goes to open his kiosk, Nicola is already there, waiting for him. "Ciao, Nicola..." "Ciao Luigi. I can enter, can't I?" "Yes... hurry up... as long as nobody is here... But don't make a fool of me and make me cumm while I'm serving..." Nicola crouches under the counter, Luigi sits on the tall stool and widens his legs. Nicola caresses his basket for a while, until he feels that his friends tool is in good shape. He then opens the fly, pulls out the beautiful shuddering pole, caresses it... kisses it... licks it at his leisure... and finally starts to greedily suck it. Luigi is all a shudder and, to show to his friend all his appreciation for that utmost pleasurable performance, with an instinctive gesture of tenderness, he caresses Nicola's head, nape of the neck, shoulders. "Hi, Luigi. A really fine day, today, isn't it?" A client who just arrived says to him. "Yes, it's a really great day. What are you having, Sandro?" Luigi asks with a big smile. "An ice coffee, thank you." "OK, here it is." "I see you're in splendid form, today..." "Ah, yes. In my place, who wouldn't be?" Luigi says merrily, enjoying the wonderful service that Nicola is dispensing him under the counter. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back (really appreciated, be it positive or negative), please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------