Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 08:42:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Michael Smith <wetswimboy2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Warmth of Sand

Author's Note: I would love to hear what you think, please e-mail
wetswimboy2000@yahoo.ca

Other Stories on Nifty:

The Angelic Sacrifice: gay male/sci-fi
An Invitation: gay male/incest

For my friend B, who inspired this story by sharing with me his own visions
of beauty.


He fondly remembers those times of freedom, where he was
not constricted by conservative parents.  He returns home once
again, knowing that he has to keep his body covered, that his
explorations of magical feelings can no longer take place.

When he left with his brother, for that week at the family
beach house, he did not know what was in store for him, what he
would be allowed to do.  When he thought of times alone, his
memories were always clouded by the spankings received by his
father for finding the boy's hand near the most pleasurable part
of the body.



They arrive in the late morning; Jesse, the boy, wearing a
yellow t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  While unpacking in his room
he looks at himself in the mirror, at his own pink lips and
blonde hair, and yellow t-shirt that he wanted to badly to
remove.  So he does so, but he does not look at himself.  He
does it quickly, his jeans as well, and slips on his swimming
trunks and runs down to the beach, hoping to get there before
his brother.

His twelve year old body is not allowed in the water
without supervision, so he sits in the sand, his legs out in
front of him, and begins to pick up handfuls of it and pour it
over his body, savouring the warmth.

His swimming trunks are a blue, thin material, with baby
blue and pink blotches on them as a design.  He rubs sand over
his chest and stomach, feeling his muscles.  He rubs the warm
grains on his legs, then pours them over his trunks, but he
knows he cannot feel the texture of the sand against his whole
body.

He feels something between his legs, and he allows himself
a smile, but he is suddenly interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Couldn't wait, huh?"  Jesse's brother, Daniel, stands over
him, casting a shadow along the entire length of the boy's body.
Like Jesse Daniel is slender, but he is taller and stronger.
"You can go in the water now if you like," Daniel says.  "I'm
just going to lie here a while and read."

"That's okay," Jesse responds.  "I'm just going to keep
playing in the sand."

"You left all your buckets and stuff in the house though."

"I know, I don't need them."  Jesse turns his green eyes
away from his brother and back to the ocean, and pours some more
sand on his legs.  The resented shadow, a symbol to Jesse of his
strict father, walks away to read.

Jesse continues to rub warm sand on his body, trying to put
his mind away from any thoughts of something he knew he could do
only privately in his own bed, late at night, when for sure
everybody else is asleep.  But the more he tries not to think
about it, the harder it becomes.

So with the next handful of sand, he pulls away the waist
of his trunks and drops the warm sand inside, the grains teasing
him.  He looks around to make sure that Daniel is concentrating
on the book, and then he does it again.

Jesse pushes up on the legs of his trunks, exposing more of
his legs to the heat of the sun and sand, but more importantly
to the warmth of his own hands.  Then he lays back and looks
down his own body, his eyes travelling along the skin as if
through a dessert of hills and valleys and smooth, untouched
sand, uninterrupted until reaching an oasis, which is covered by
blue swimming trunks with baby blue and pink designs.  He
admires the bump underneath them, but hopes that Daniel does not
notice, where his father would always notice, and give his son a
piercing look until it went away.

Another glance over to Daniel, and then Jesse runs his
hands slowly along the same path of the desert, savouring the
feel of his own body even though he knows he cannot go to the
forbidden oasis.  His hand reaches the swimming trunks, and it
stops.  In his head Jesse's thoughts furiously swing back and
forth, debating whether or not he should enter.  And then
suddenly, something grabs his arm and pulls it upwards.

"What do you think you're doing?" Daniel says angrily.
"Dad's gonna kill you when he finds out!"  A scared look crosses
Jesse's innocent face.  His wrist, which is being held on to,
burns suddenly from the anger of his older brother rather than
from the sun.

*

After a moment the grip on Jesse's arm relaxes, and Daniel
kneels down beside his brother.  He asks Jesse to sit up, and
when the boy does, his arm is released completely.  Daniel then
places his hand on Jesse's leg as the stern expression on his
face turns into a smile.

"Don't look so worried, I'm just kidding around," Daniel
says.  "I'm not going to tell dad, but first you have to do
something for me.  I've been dying to come down here without mom
and dad so that I can do the same thing.  And, since you're
here, I guess we can help each other out."

Daniel stands up, and tells his brother to pull down his
trunks.  Jesse does so hesitatingly, and Daniel steps out of his
trunks and lays down on the sand, his erection at attention.

"Lie down beside me," Daniel says to his brother.  Jesse
does as he is told.  Daniel takes his hand and feels the now
grainy skin of his brother's desert, before once again taking
Jesse's arm and running it along his own body.  He puts Jesse's
hand between his legs.  "Make a fist around it," Daniel says.
His tone is gentle but firm enough that Jesse will not disobey.

Jesse has never felt something like this.  It is larger and
thicker than his own; he can actually make an entire fist around
it.  When doing this for himself, he uses only his thumb, index
and middle fingers.

Daniel puts his hand around his brother's and begins the
stroking motion.  He, too, has to be careful at home, and it has
been a while since he has felt this type of pressure.  Daniel's
left hand plays with Jesse's nipples, squeezing them and rubbing
them, while he is being pleasured.

He comes to orgasm quickly, and he makes sure that as much
as possible of the white liquid ends up on Jesse's hand.
Quickly, Daniel leans over and pulls off Jesse's shorts,
noticing that his brother is no longer hard.  He pulls back
Jesse's foreskin and tells his brother to wipe the seamen onto
himself.  Jesse does as he is told.

Daniel does not remove his own hand, and continues to hold
the foreskin down while he instructs Jesse to use the seamen to
stroke the head.  He quickly regained his erection.  Daniel
takes Jesse's hand and places it back on the sand, and he lets
go himself, allowing Jesse's penis to stand on its own, just for
a moment.

Daniel then takes his own three fingers and begins stroking
his brother, harder and more forcefully than Jesse did for him,
until he felt his brother's dry orgasm, and let Jesse go.  He
turns to face his brother, and begins to pour more sand over
Jesse's body.

"Did you like that?" he asks.  Jesse nods his head.

"Good, because we're stuck here with only each other for a
week.  Are you up for a swim?"

*

Jesse comes out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped
around his waist, his skin red and gleaming from the steam of
the shower.  Daniel is sitting up in his bed, resting against
the backboard, the comforter covering only the lower half of his
naked body.  Jesse walks up to Daniel and stands in front of
him, his arms at his sides.  Daniel stares at his brother for a
moment before pulling the towel and dropping it to the floor.

Jesse climbs onto the bed and Daniel pulls his brother into
himself, without warning, and kisses him.  Daniel pushes his
tongue into Jesse's mouth, savouring the fresh, minty kiss.

Jesse is enjoying it too, for a while, but suddenly he
pulls back.  Jesse quickly climbs off the bed and grabs the
towel from the floor, holding it over himself.

"Daniel, would it be ok if I just did it alone?  It's just
that I never get to and ..."

"Sure Jess, go ahead," Daniel says.  "I just thought it
would be fun to do it together.  But it's nice to do it alone
too, so go ahead."



Jesse drops the towel in front of his own mirror.  He
touches himself everywhere he can reach, sometimes caressing,
sometimes squeezing.  It had hurt a little bit earlier when
Daniel squeezed his nipples, but now he does it for himself, and
he feels the pleasure that comes out of it as well.

He takes his penis and strokes it slowly, wanting the
pleasure to last as long as it can.  But now, he knows what it
feels like to play with himself differently.  When he is hard he
pulls his foreskin back with one hand, and with the other
massages only the head, until the feeling becomes too intense
and he cannot do it anymore.

He goes back to stroking the whole thing, playing with his
nipples with his other hand, savouring the silence around him.
Jesse closes his eyes, imagines himself back on the beach,
alone, rolling around in the sand, his pleasure increasing as he
wraps his entire body around the warm beach.  And then,
suddenly, he feels something he has never felt before.

He opens his eyes during the orgasm and sees the small
amount of clear, sticky fluid coming out of him for the first
time.  He catches some of it, and tastes it.  It tastes like the
ocean.

He wipes himself with the towel before climbing into bed.
He thinks about his brother, about the hair on Daniel's body and
the size of Daniel's penis.  And he knows that one day he too
will look like that, but for right now, he touches himself
again, and enjoys the freedom that he has with his own body.

The End