Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 16:33:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: Banky Edwards <moondawgy99@excite.com>
Subject: New Friends At The Beach, Pt. 1

This story contains acts of a sexual nature between two males. If this
offends you or you are not allowed to read such literature where you live,
then go somewhere else.

New Friends At The Beach Part 1
by
Banky Edwards

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	It wasn't typical of me to be drunk the night before I had to go to
work, but it was what was happening. I sat, trashed and incoherent, on a
stranger's porch playing some random drinking game. I laughed and threw out
my cards, hoping not to become the `Asshole' as the game was so eloquently
named.  He was sitting to my right, arguing with Wes, one of my coworkers.

	There were eight of us: Wes, Ricky, Brett and Erin all lived at the
house. Janel, Tasha, Alissa and myself were the guests. We had come under
the pretenses of escorting Wes to a work party, but ended up staying at
their house, drinking and generally being idiots. It was fun, seeing as I
had just moved into the area and didn't have many local friends. Miller
High Life was being passed around like candy, so I took my share. It was
the beer that started it all.

	Wes was a nice guy, but not necessarily my kind of guy. Ricky was a
little thick around the middle, if you know what I mean. Erin. well, Erin
was a girl. Enough said. But, Brett. Brett was perfect.  He had short,
buzz-cut brown hair, light brown eyes and a charming smile. When I first
saw him, he was wearing a t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. Not the most
impressive outfit, but good enough. He wore no shoes and no socks, baring
all as he sat out on the porch downing beer after beer. I introduced myself
politely, under the guise of being another random straight male.

	But, I wasn't. I was definitely a fag. I liked guys. But, to come
out and say that wasn't in my game plan. After all, that wasn't the way to
make friends, was it? "Hi, my name is Jackson and I like boys." No, not in
my game book. So, I hunched my shoulders, lowered my pants and talked about
pussy like it was the best thing in the world. That would get me in.

	My disguise didn't fool anyone, though. After the conversation
about gay vs. straight porn, I was wide out in the open. I didn't know it
though, so I continued pretending, every once in a while stealing glances
at Brett. His slack pants did nothing to hide what he was containing and I
didn't mind at all. After all, what kind of fag would I be if I didn't
steal a glance every now and again?

	"You want another?"

	I looked up from the planks of the porch. "I'm sorry?"

	Brett signaled to my empty bottle. "Do you want another?"

	"Oh! Sure,"

	He disappeared into the house, nudging the dog aside and leaving me
with the rest of the group.  Wes looked up from the conversation, noticing
a rather dangerous sway of mine. "You doing all right over there, buddy?"

	"Fucking fantastic," I laughed, feeling giddy for no reason. Wes
laughed, too, probably as drunk as I was. As a matter of fact, we were all
fucked up, with the exception of Alisha, who would be driving Jenel and
Tasha home. I would probably go with them, seeing as I was in no state to
drive my own car home. I would simply have someone drive me over after work
and pick it up the next day.

	A sudden full feeling hit my lower stomach. "Bathroom?" I asked no
one in particular. No one in particular heard me, so I hopped down off of
the banister and swerved inside, tripping over the dog.  "Freaking animal,"
I muttered under my breath. I picked myself up off the floor and found
myself face to face with Brett. I cut him off before he spoke. "Bathroom?"

	"Right there," he grinned, pointing to the nearest door. I slid
past him into the room and let loose immediately. I let out a loud laugh,
enjoying the release. When I finished, I flushed, washed my hands and
opened the door. If I hadn't relieved myself thirty seconds before, I would
have pissed my pants as I opened the door. Brett pushed me back inside the
small room, closing the door behind us and turning the lock. "Jackson, let
me ask you something,"

	"Yeah?"

	"Are you gay?"

	I nodded, not bothering to lie anymore. Brett nodded, thought for a
second and then placed his hands on my shoulders. I wasn't aware of the
pressure he was putting on me until I found myself kneeling on the floor in
front of him. If I sat back, I would be eye level with his now tenting
pants. In the back of my mind, I was vaguely aware of what he wanted me to
do. I was also aware that I had meet him all of three hours prior and that
he was straight.

	Whatever.

	I gently placed my hand on his crotch, feeling the hardness
underneath. Brett sighed and put his hand on my shoulder, encouraging
me. In my chest, my heart was beating a mile a minute. I was by no means a
virgin, but I had never engaged in any sort of sex with a straight guy. On
top of that, there were six or seven people sitting less than twenty feet
from us. It was scary and exciting all at the same time.

	I massaged Brett through his pants for a few minutes, working up my
nerve. I finally composed myself enough to slide my hands under his shirt,
moving it upward. He took the hint and removed his shirt, throwing it on
top of the sink. I kissed his abs, but he wasn't interested in that. He
placed my hands on his pants, but let me do the rest. I glanced up at him
cautiously before taking a deep breath and slowly sliding his pajama pants
down.

	The first thing I noticed was the slight change of color in the
skin. Brett was a sort of golden- brown mostly. But, down here, his skin
was a few shades lighter, although I could tell it still got sun.  Second,
I saw that he trimmed his pubes, which was nice. Finally, my prize came
into view and what a prize it was. Brett's dick pointed almost straight at
me, staring me down. It was about eight inches long, thick and cut. I was
in love.

	Before his pants even reached his ankles, I took his cock in my
mouth. Brett cursed loudly, fingers gripping my shoulder, and thrust even
further into my mouth. It seemed that I could feel every vein, every curve
on my tongue. The flare of his head hit the back of my throat and I opened
up, allowing him to slide all the way in. I felt his body shudder above me,
but he made no sound. My nose was buried in the thin layer of his body
hair, allowing me to revel in the smell of his body.

	I pulled back, taking his cock in my hand and licking the
tip. Brett let out a low growl, lifting onto his toes. "Yeah." he
sighed. "Suck my dick." I didn't have to do much of anything, actually,
because Brett began pumping his hard dick in and out of my mouth, balls
swinging haphazardly. He moved his hand from my shoulder to the back of my
head, holding me steady as he fucked my face.

	"Brett? Are you in there?"

	He stopped moving, as did I. Erin was outside of the
door. "Yeah. Why?"

	"Have you seen Jackson?"

	"He's right here," he said. "He's a little sick, so I'm making sure
he's okay,"

	"Oh, okay."

	There was a period of silence where Brett and I sat in that
position waiting for any other sounds.  When we heard the patio door open
and close, he resumed sliding in and out. He began moving faster, his balls
banging my chin with every thrust. As much as I liked that, I leaned back,
letting him slide out of my jaws. I took his dick in my hand, jacking him
slowly, and moved lower. One at a time, I sucked his low, heavy balls into
my mouth, slathering them until they were completely wet. Apparently, Brett
liked that. He groaned obscenely, trying his best to keep his volume down,
all the while trying to force his nuts into my orifice. It was hot,
needless to say.

	Brett pulled one leg out of the bundle of clothes around his ankles
and placed his foot on the toilet, giving me the room to suck both of his
clean shaven balls at the same time. He clutched my head, pulling me up
into his crotch, as if I could be any further in. After a few minutes of
this, he yanked his balls out of my mouth and roughly crammed his cock back
in, all the way to the hilt. He still held my head, pounding in and out
now. I moaned around his dick, loving the feeling of this beauty's rod in
my throat. That moan was the last straw for Brett.

	He began shooting down the back of my throat, so I leaned back,
leaving only his swelling cockhead between my lips. The remainder of his
shots hit the roof of my mouth and tongue, giving me the pleasure of
tasting his salty load. Brett gripped my hair, panting heavily as he
convulsed. I stared at his face the entire time, knowing that I had been
the one to give him so much pleasure. I swallowed and let his dick fall
free from my lips. "Holy fuck," he gasped. I felt the same way, but I
didn't get the chance to tell him. It seems that swallowing wasn't the best
idea because, as soon as I had, everything came back up. I managed to spin
around and plant my head in the toilet before it happened, but it was still
a buzz kill. I don't know how long I hurled before I blacked out, but I do
remember Brett massaging my back kindly.

	I told you he was perfect.

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Well, that's Chapter 1! Chapter 2 is already done and will be up as soon as
this one is up! Let me know what you think: MoonDawgy99@excite.com