Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2012 08:21:31 -0700
From: Tyler <natureboyty@gmail.com>
Subject: The Nude Beach part 5

Part 5 -The Experiment

(Note: While partly autobiographical, this ongoing story is a synthesis of
experiences that occurred at different times.  Beyond those parts which are
my own experiences, it is strictly fictional.  It is the story of a
developing relationship between two teenage boys, including sexual
experiences.  Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such
literature, and read it only if you can do so legally.  If you are offended
by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend
you.  This is my first attempt at creative writing in any venue.  Depending
on your interest and my ability to extend the story, I hope that Ty and
Eric can have lots of adventures at the nude beach where it all began as
well as at other locations.  My thanks to this site for letting me share
this with you.  Copyright 2012 Tyler Arthur.)


I got the laundry done and my cargo shorts reinstalled on my frame.  I
loved those pants, mostly because they were a gift from my bro, but also
because I just looked too fucking good in them to believe.  Besides
becoming an exhibitionist, I was becoming a narcissist as well, but I guess
those two things usually go together.

I had a really tough time getting through the day.  I was anxious for Eric
to get there.  I occupied myself preparing the ingredients for burritos, my
second Mexican specialty.  Mom called to check on me, of course, but the
main value in that call was learning that they would not be home until very
late the next day.  Plenty of time to clean up as necessary.

When Eric finally arrived, I greeted him with a big hug and a kiss.  He had
another one of those mystery bags, which he set to one side.  I sent him
off to the shower with his freshly laundered cargo shorts.  He returned
soon, dressed once more in the cargo shorts and nothing else.  Why did I
have this urge to cum in my pants just looking at him?  He was just so
fucking sexy with that inviting danger trail and irresistible smile.  I was
more inclined to fuck than eat.  Damn!  I was becoming a real slut puppy.
However, eating was first on the agenda.  He didn't have any beer with him
that night which was probably a good thing.  There was too much of that the
night before.

I had produced very good tacos the night before, but my burritos weren't
too bad either.  I used ground beef since it was an available,
high-quality, home-grown product.  The onions and lettuce came from the
garden, and mom always kept fresh spices in the cupboard.  The end product
was excellent, if I may say so myself.  I had also prepared rice and made a
basic green salad from garden ingredients.  From Eric's preference for
eating over conversation, it was pretty clear he found the menu
satisfactory.

"So now Ty, what instructions did your mother actually give you?" he asked
after dinner.

"She told me not to have any wild parties with my high school friends, and
I haven't."

"Any other instructions?"

"Umm, no."

"So, what exactly did you tell her you were going to do while they were
gone?"

I was getting a little nervous about this line of questioning, but I was
going to stick to honesty and see what happened.

"Well, I told my mother that my big brother was gonna come over and have
wild sex with me.  She didn't tell me I couldn't."

He laughed.  "Got it.  Because she didn't believe a word of it."

"Yep."

He grinned.  "You're a manipulative little bastard, you know.  So, since
you don't have any real restrictions on what you can do, do you want to
take part in a scientific experiment?  I'm sure your parents wouldn't mind
if you did that.  It's good to be scientific, right?"

I grinned back, relieved that my big brother wasn't going to turn into a
replacement parent.

"What kind of an experiment do you have in mind?," I asked eagerly.  Any
experiment Eric came up with had to be good.

"Ever had any experience with pot?"

"No, and I haven't ever wanted to smoke anything, even pot.  I don't think
it's good for your lungs."

"Me either, and that's why I made these special brownies.  I got the pot
from a guy I work with.  He finds pretty good stuff."

The light was dawning.

"Hmmm.  I've heard of getting high that way.  So what's the experiment?"

"Well it goes like this.  Pot affects different people in different ways.
It can influence your vision, your hearing, your sense of time passing, and
a lot of other things.  It can influence how your skin responds to touch,
and how interested you are in sex.  So, I suggest that we have dessert on
the front lawn and then evaluate your responses."

"And how are you gonna evaluate this?  You gonna hook me up to a machine
with wires or something?"

"Well, no machine or wires during the first part, but you can tell me what
you're seeing and hearing and how you're feeling as time passes.  Of
course, I might have to provide a little stimulus during part two of the
experiment, so there may be some wires and a machine later on."

He was smiling that wicked smile again, and something was starting to grow
in my pants.  That "stimulus" part was sounding interesting.

"You're going to have to be a little more careful about how much you
consume tonight," he said, winking at me.  Then becoming more serious, he
continued, "Too much pot can cause you to completely zone out.  You
wouldn't make a very good lab animal then.  Also, with the brownies, it
takes longer to see the effect.  We'll have to monitor your progress very
carefully.  I'm pretty sure about two brownies will do it."

"Lab animal" indeed!  He was acting so serious, I just about burst out
laughing, but I decided to just copy his serious role-playing manner
instead.

"'Lab animal', huh? OK, then bring it on, Bro!"

We went out front and plopped down on the old lounge chairs.

Eric pulled out the baggie of brownies he had in the mystery bag and handed
me two.

"Here's the prescribed dose for the lab animal.  Hereafter I will address
you as 'animal', and you will call me 'professor'."

"Yes professor, sir."

The brownies were very good.  Eric had only one.  It was hard to resist
eating more, but I played my role.  I leaned back and took in the view and
listened to the creek while we talked about a lot of things, such as
heading back to the nude beach on Saturday.

"It's time for you to graduate at the nude beach.  I think it's time for
you to be actually nude," Eric suggested.

I wasn't convinced, and it made me nervous.

"But I'll get a boner and embarrass myself," I whined.

"There's nothing wrong with a boner at the nude beach.  In fact, it might
add to the adventure."  He was smiling that wicked smile again.

"I'll think about it." I said, sounding a little uncertain.

"How are you feeling?" Eric asked after about 30 minutes.

"I think those were placebos, professor.  The only physiological responses
I'm feeling are not due to marijuana.  They are due to the hot stud, excuse
me, the professor that fed me the brownies."

"OK, animal," he replied.  "Just relax a while and we'll see what happens
in a few more minutes."

We talked a little about our parents.

"One of these days, we need to tell all of our parents that they have a son
they don't know about," Eric observed.

"Yeah, I know, but I'm afraid you'll be classified as a 'bad influence' and
I'll be forbidden to see you."

He smiled.  "Maybe I am.  It will work out.  We won't push the issue."

I thought a little while.

"I think we should plan a hike or even a camping trip.  I can tell my
parents I met you while hiking, which is close enough.  You'll meet my
parents when you pick me up.  They are cool with me doing anything that
'keeps me out of trouble'.  I think they're gonna love you, but they gotta
see the 'good hiking buddy' side of you for a first impression, and not the
'hot stud' side."

Eric laughed.  "You're becoming manipulative again, but I love that in you,
and I think your plan is perfect."  Then becoming more serious he said,
"Just don't try to manipulate me."

I smiled.  "I wouldn't try to manipulate you because I know I couldn't get
away with it.  You know me way too well by now, and you would see right
through it."

After another 30 minutes I asked, "How long has it been since you fed me
the brownies?"

"Forty-five minutes."

"Hmmm.  It seemed to be much longer."

"Very good, animal, now we may be getting somewhere."

After about 30 minutes, my time, I reported again.

"I'm feeling very happy and relaxed, but that could be either the pot or
just having you here, you hot stud."  For some reason, I found that very
witty and started giggling.  Then I couldn't stop myself.

"Very good, animal.  Your responses are very good.  Just a little longer
now."

After a few minutes, I started an ongoing commentary, interspersed with
fits of giggling and laughter, about the emerald velvet hills across the
valley, the three-dimensional pure-white clouds, the purity of the raven
calls, the songs the creek was singing, the multiple dimensions of the
golden moon that was rising, how hungry I was, the rich color of his brown
hair, the beauty of his danger trail, the darkness of his eyes, the
sexuality of his muscular thighs, how nicely his cock was outlined by his
cargo shorts...

"I think we're about there now, animal.  Just chill out for a little
longer."

I tried to chill out, but I was having issues.  Hard issues.  Very hard
issues.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm so horny I could do a goat."  Then I started giggling again.

"Then it's time for phase two.  To the laboratory, animal."

I had no trouble navigating to the bedroom that night, but it did seem to
take a long time to get there and the doorway wasn't quite rectangular like
it was supposed to be.  Eric brought along the bag of experimental
material.

"Turn on the recording device, animal.  We want a complete record of the
proceedings."

I turned on the webcam.

"Off with the shorts and onto the laboratory bench, animal."

I obliged and lay down on the bed on my back.  My erection was throbbing,
and I was sure it exceeded the normal six inches.  Eric took off his shorts
too.

Lying on his side beside me, Eric gently rubbed a finger in circles on my
stomach.

"Shit, professor.  What are you doing?" I asked, with another fit of the
giggles.

"Just stimulating your stomach a little.  Why?"

"Well, that always turns me on, but this time it almost drives me crazy."

"Very good, animal.  Let's try another stimulus."

He reached down and gently ran a finger up the inside of my thigh.

I went berserk. "Auggghhhhhh!"

"Yes, a very satisfactory response.  I think we're ready for the main part
of the experiment.

He touched me gently on my hard cock.  My body jerked and I groaned.

"Should we terminate the experiment, animal?"

"Oh no, professor," I gasped. "We need more data yet."

"OK, animal."

He got up and got a small blue object out of his bag.  It was shaped like a
small bowling pin, about an inch wide and four inches long.  A wire came
out of the small end led to a small battery pack with a couple of buttons.
He put some lube on the larger end of the blue object.

"Now, animal, we're going to test your response to a vibrator.  I'm going
to place it carefully in your ass.  It may hurt just a little going in."

He put the larger end of the vibrator against my asshole, and pressed
gently while rotating it.  It popped in before I knew it.  It didn't really
hurt, and now it just felt like I needed to take a crap.

At first nothing happened.  Then it started to vibrate against that joy
button down there, slowly increasing in intensity and then decreasing to
nothing again.

"Uhhhhhhh!".  I liked this sensation.  "Uhhhhhhh!".  It had cycled again.

"Do you like that, animal?  Shall I turn it up a little?

"Oh yeah, professor.  A little more would be fine.  Uhhhhnnnggg!"

Every few seconds the vibrator would cycle with a corresponding moan from
me.  My cock was dripping liquid onto my stomach.  I put a little of it on
my finger and tasted it.  Then I scooped up a little more and held my
finger out to Eric.

"Here, try a little animal juice," I said, having another fit of giggles.

"Mmmm..., tastes good," was his smiling response.  "I'll have to note your
creativity in the research records."

He began to gently stroke my cock.  I started thrashing on the bed and
moaning like crazy.  Everything was taking so long and feeling so good.  He
stopped and turned off the vibrator.

"How long do you think I was doing that?"

"About 5 minutes," I gasped.

"Actually only about one minute.  We're collecting good data here, animal.
Shall we continue?"

"Oh yes, professor, please continue!"  I was giggling again.  Why was
everything so funny?

He turned on the vibrator again, knelt between my spread legs and began to
lick my cock.  I was writhing with pleasure.  It was a damn good thing we
didn't have neighbors because I was moaning like crazy.

"Oh fuck!  What are you doing to me?  That feels so, so good."

"Just providing a little more stimulus, animal.  Should we terminate the
experiment?"

"No, professor!  We haven't collected enough data yet."  I was gasping for
breath, but this was just too good to stop.

He swallowed my cock and I went ballistic.  He altered the frequency and
intensity of the vibrator.  I was bucking and thrashing so much it was
amazing he could stay on me.  I was moaning loud enough to wake the dead.

"More!  More!  Oh fuck, yes.  "More!  More!"  It felt like a thousand
orgasms, and I hadn't even started to cum yet.

He stopped.  "Enough?"

"No!  No!  Make me cum, please.  I need to cum."

"You're sure, animal"

"Please, professor, please make me cum."

It seemed to go on forever.  It just kept getting better and better.  I was
writhing frantically on the bed.  My cock was tingling at all of its nerve
endings and begging for release, but still I didn't cum.

Finally, I began to cum, but it seemed like it started very slowly and just
kept building and building and building.  I felt like I was cumming
constantly for minutes, thrashing and moaning all the time.

"Oh, Eric! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm not through yet! I'm still cumming!
Drain me please!

I let out a loud animal howl as my orgasm finally peaked.

Then I was in a catatonic stupor, and the bed was soaked with sweat.  He
had turned off the vibrator, and he carefully removed it from my butt with
a loud plop.  Slowly, I began to breathe again.

"Professor," I croaked, "I think you nearly killed your lab animal.  Please
turn off the cam.  I don't think your lab animal can provide any more data
today."

We sat with our backs supported by pillows against the headboard and our
arms around each other watching the video.  The replay didn't take nearly
as long as the event had seemed, but I still couldn't believe what I was
seeing.  It was bizarre watching us doing all that, and it was also pretty
fucking hot.

I was too tired to get it up again.  Eric had a boner which went
unsatisfied.  Served him right, using me as a lab animal.

"Professor," I said hoarsely, "that's gotta be the hottest porn I've ever
seen.  There's nothing like that online.  We could sell that for a
fortune."

"In your dreams, animal," he replied, smiling.  "This is private research."

"You got that right, but I bet we can make use of the research record from
time to time."

"Yeah dude, for starters we can each have a copy to watch while we jerk
off."

"Maybe we could show it to some guys at the beach and watch their boners
grow."

"Then maybe we could take care of their boners for them."

We smiled at each other, considering the possibilities.

I was drained for the night.  I curled up on my side.

"Hold me for a while, Bro," I said.  "Your lab animal needs a little
reassurance that he's not going to float away somewhere in space."

I fell asleep with him curled up behind me and his arm pulling me close to
him, his still-hard cock pressed against my back.  I didn't have enough
energy left to help him take care of it, and furthermore I liked the feel
of it the way it was.  I slept like a rock.

I woke up to the smell and sound of bacon frying.  Eric had showered, and
was busy demonstrating that he did have more than survival kitchen skills.
Still half asleep, I pulled on my cargo shorts and wandered into the
kitchen to find coffee, bacon and French toast.

"Smells good, Bro," I observed, sitting down at the table and digging in.
I couldn't remember when I had ever been so hungry.

He smiled.  "It's always important to take good care of your lab animal,
dude.  You may need him for another experiment sometime."

I gave Eric a long kiss at the door as he left for work.  Then I turned to
the dishes, laundry and general cleanup that needed to be done before my
parents got home.  I hadn't had a wild party with my high school friends,
but the house sure looked like it.  I had instead had a wonderful time with
my big brother, as I had specified, but explaining the difference between
that and a party would have been an exercise in futility.

It had been an amazing two days.  It hadn't been quite what I had vaguely
anticipated - it had been a whole lot more.  It had been two days of the
kind of education that big brothers often provide for little brothers.  It
had been several years of that kind of education all rolled up into an
intensive two-day seminar.  But mostly, it had been a lot of gentle love
and understanding.  My wonderful big brother had known just what I needed,
and had provided it without hesitation.  Yeah, he probably had a hell of a
good time doing it too, but it was my needs he had been thinking of.  I was
beginning to realize what a very special person Eric was, and I hoped I
could be as special for him.  He was my friend and my brother, but he was
also much more.  I found myself crying, and I realized my tears were tears
of happiness and love for a very special person, and I just let them flow.