Disclaimer: You know the drill. If you are under age don't read this. If you're easily offended you shouldn't be here, you must be lost. If you hate boylove stories, then screw you, I don't wan't you reading this anyway. This story involves man/boy and/or boy/boy sex, some may be true some may not. This story was not written by me. It was written by a friend who doesn't have access to a computer or the internet. He has gladly agreed to let me post it for your enjoyment. -EnderWigg "The Marine" Chapter One: The Cafe, Michael was at his Gramma Keller's house in Vermont for the summer. Michael loved her, and she him. He was 9r, it was the summer of '76 and Stowe, Vermont, like all of America, was going crazy over Independence Celebrations. Michael was the quintessential All American Boy. Huge hazel eyes, brown hair (summer cut), a sprinkling of freckles and a small turned up nose, perfect teeth. Michael inspected his body in the full length closet door mirror. He was already so tanned that he looked like he had on pure white underpants. But he was bare! His butt didn't have a speck on it, pure white round and baby smooth! Michael had a better than average pisser too! He smiled at himself as he admired his body. His Gram was downstairs making supper. She loved him. He was so pretty that if he didn't wear his hair as short as he did, he would surely be taken for a girl. She shuddered thinking about her daughter, Michael's mom. How could she be so uncaring about Michael? She had called once. But Mary Keller told her sweet tanned, bug eyed grandson that his mother called often. He though, she worried, already knew that his mom would not have called so many times. Tom Webster was 22. A U.S. Marine on leave. He was handsome, blonde and in good Marine condition. Returning to his small home town was nice. A Corporal now, he looked great in his Dress Blues. His waitress at the Country Kitchen Caf,, a bit chubby, was practically drooling on him. He smiled politely, and knew his "roomy" back on base would have said, "Damn, Webster! She wet her waitress panties over you -- go for it!!" But Tom didn't want Connie, his cute bubbly chubby cheeked waitress. Finally Connie went to another table. Michael skidded his BMX G.T. Bike just outside the screen door of the C.K. Caf,. Finally his last Sunday paper -- it was only 9:15 am and it was already way too hot to have the canvas bag around his neck and shoulders. He pushed the door open with his hip. Bells jingled Tom out of his hazey wait over coffee for his Country Kitchen breakfast special. He looked toward the door. Cute kid! Damn -- his shredded Levi's looked painted on! Tom tried to shut off the rush he was getting looking at the boy who was now so close he could read the name on the first card of his route book in his back pocket. Anderson - Sunday only - Birch Rd... Hmm, solid round butt, rugged but slim body, and his eyes! Shit the boy was so cute! Connie got the boy a soda. Called him Michael... Michael sat on the stool and spun around. Connie was nice. He'd known her since he was 5. She even babysat him once. "You stay'n the summer?" she asked. Michael sipped the crushed ice filled 16 oz. Coke glass. "Yeah, at least all of July and half of August." he said. He saw a guy eating accross from him in a booth. He looked like the Marine from the poster at the Post Office. He looked so long the Marine winked! Michael blushed and gave a tiny wave -- then thought "Geez! You waved like a girl" -- making his ears stay red as he concentrated on his Coke. Tom's heart beat oddly. What a cute boy! Fuck! He was in his own home town. He hadn't been near a boy since San Diego! That was nice but so scary. The 11 year old son of his D. I.! Tom had nightmares about the 6'3" tall, 260 lb. Drill Insructor sticking his 9mm in Tom's temple. A Q+A session from hell insues. "Marine, were you trying to turn my boy into a fucking queer?!" Tom broke back into the real world and saw that the paperboy was gone. Connie came to take his empty plate and refill his coffee. Tom suddenly asked, "Was that your brother?" "Oh, Michael? No, he's Mrs. Keller's grandson. He lives in South Boston, but spends summers up here. He's a doll -- I'll bet he's got half the 3rd grade girls going ga-ga over him!" Connie mused. Funny, he wasn't put off by her rambling. He was probably trained to be nice, some sort of Honor Guard or something. Chapter 2: The Lake Two days later, Tom lay on a blanket on Clear Lake beach. He was tanning and reading a boy-love novel with a Tom Clancy cover glued on it. He was on his stomach, his 7r inch cock rock hard as he read about wild Billy Bonner. An 11 year old boy who liked gettin' fucked in the barn, bent over hay bales! Michael set his bike against a Birch tree, wrapped the rubber covered chain around the tree, through his back wheel and around the frame, and locked it. $300.00 was a bunch of Vermont Heralds! "Mikey!" a voice called out. It was Adam Snow, a cute as hell 7 year old. "Come put your towel by mine, I'm over here!" Michael followed the curly topped blonde to his towel. Adam was only about 4 feet from a guy who looked like the Marine guy from the C.K. Caf,. It was hard to tell. The guy was like _ naked. He had like Speedo racing briefs on. Same as Michael had when he was on the South Boston Boy's Club swim team. Except his was red, and this guy's was dark blue. Michael and Adam swam out to the float dock and dove and played for over an hour. Storm clouds were coming over and the beach goers were thinning out. "We'd better head in Adam, we're like the perfect lightning target out here!" Adam agreed and yanked down the back of Michael's OP shorts and said "pale-mooner" and escaped as Michael recovered his shorts. Tom saw it all. From behind dark shades he'd watched the two boys play. Intimate, sweet and sex charged boy to boy playfulness. When Adam pantsed Michael Tom felt his heart jerk and his cock jump. Sweet pale smooth wet boy buns, lit by the sun beams through the darkening sky. Adam and Michael dried and snapped towels at each other. Tom watched -- rewarded by Michael yanking down Adam's suit. "Hey!! You fart-face!" the little curly topped blonde protested. But he left his shorts unrecovered!! A fat nickel thick 2" boy toy r standing over chubby balls -- Pee!! Adam peed at Michael -- He giggled wickedly as the pee splashed on Michael's shins. "Hey you!!" Michael leapt out of the golden stream and fell back over something. He sat up -- the 'something' was 'someone'. The Marine guy. "Whoa! You ok?" Tom asked. "Yeah, sorry...wh...he...um..." Michael stopped. "He was pissing on you?" Tom finished. "Yeah--" Michael said. He couldn't hold back the wicked smile. "How about you two guys joining me at the snack shack. We'll get some corn dogs and some Cokes. Adam and Michael shared a cedar bench at the round table, under the big yellow umbrella. Tom was accross from them fielding questions about Marines. "Have you killed anybody?" Adam asked. "No, didn't go to war." Tom answered. "What kind of guns have you shot?" Michael asked. Tom was so cool. He just answered them and like never acted bored or like they were just "dumb kids." When the corn dogs were only empty pointed sticks on a paper canoe tray and their Cokes melted ice, Michael knew Tom was about to go. "Hey -- um... we come down here almost every day..." Boy did he feel dumb now. The Marine, Tom, wasn't going to meet them to play tomorrow -- geez can I be dumb or what?! Michael worried. But the Marine named Tom said, "Well, I'll have to be here then too." As Michael and Adam out rode the storm toward Adam's street, Adam said, "Man, Tom was cool. He seemed like he was always our friend... I mean, you know, it wasn't like he only just met us." "Yeah, he was cool. Man, can you believe he instructs jungle warfare and first-strike recon?!" Michael asked as they skidded to a halt in front of Adam's house. "No -- but he does look strong. Not like Arnold Swarzenegger, but you can see his muscles and if he was all camo-painted and shit... he'd be scary!" Adam said. "Hmm, yeah -- but he's nice to us." Michael said, defending Tom, for no real reason. "Well, see you at the lake tomorrow!" Adam said after a clap of thunder. Chapter 3: The Tree Fort Michael found himself talking to his Gram about the Marine named Tom Webster. "He can do like 10 kinds of special self-defense hand-to-hand stuff. He's an expert!" His Gram smiled. She knew Tom Webster, local boy -- now a grown man. A survivor like Michael. A boy without a father -- same as Michael. His mom a bar hopper. Same, sadly, again as Michael's mom. She said a small prayer that Michael's Marine would not hurt or disappoint him. Michael was so vulnerable now. A mean word or action could really affect her grandson now. She prayed, "Tom Webster, you be good to my #1 grandson." Tom sat with his mom. Only 43 she looked 50+. Booze and smoke had taken her youth. He hated, that he hated coming home. Guilt would wave over him when he caught himself zoning out as she rambled about his long gone father. A man he never knew. He escaped finally by 9pm and went for his 7 mile conditioning run. He rounded Red Maple Road and saw a bike with a Vermont Herald bag draped over the seat on a porch. Ah, so this is where young Michael lives. Suddenly he saw him! He was 3 feet from him setting down a trash can. "Tom?" "Yeah, hey Michael!" Tom said. Michael was in only shorts. He was ready for bed. "You really gonna be at the beach tomorrow?" Michael asked. "Sure, wouldn't miss a chance to see Adam pee on you again!" Tom teased. "Yeah, he's still gonna pay for that" Michael said smiling under the single street light's golden glow. Tom stepped forward and mussed Michael's flat-top. "Hey, don't be too rough on him!" "Oh, I won't. I'll probably just pants him in front of about 10 girls!" Michael said. Tom let his hand rest on Michael's bare shoulder. Then he pet his arms some. Michael stepped closer and hugged Tom. Tom hugged back. He was strong, like a boa constrictor! When Tom kissed his nose, Michael smiled, looked up, and waited for another kiss. It didn't come. Tom straightened up. "Well, you'd better head in, it's cooling off out here fast!" Michael felt felt his skin was cold -- but his heart was pounding and he had r a boner!! Tom was at the lake. He and Michael pantsed and tickled Adam till he peed and cried "Uncle!" They ate again at the snack shack. Traded some dirty jokes and then Adam's mom came for him. "Tom, would you like to my tree fort? I built it last year. Well me, Adam's dad, Adam and his 13 year old brother. It's not too far away." There they were, 3:45 pm, deep in the thickly wooded area between the houses, up in the tree house. Tom couldn't stand. He sat on a milk crate. He teased the boy about the faded Playboy centerfolds tacked to the 4 walls. "Those are Frank's -- Adam's brother's." "Oh, you mean they don't give you boners?" Tom teased. "Well, her -- some -- Miss April. You should see Frank. He jacks off to them and skeets out the window!" Michael said, worried that he had revealed a big secret about Frank, but seeing Tom's smile he just figured it was OK. "When I was your age I let a boy Frank's age jack off over by butt." Tom said. "Whoa -- did anyone know?!" Michael gasped. "No, only Joey and me. He didn't warn me he could skeet, and boy he did a load all over my buns!!" Tom said. "Where you mad?!" Michael asked. He was getting a boner under his cut-offs! "No, I was surprised but Joey and I... well never mind..." Tom stopped. Was he about to tell big eyed Michael that he let Joey fuck him that summer? He'd never told anyone that! Or how he loved it!! So for a few minutes the Marine and the boy sat silently in that tree house. Michael's mind was racing. He was the boy Joey, his skeet coating Tom's buns, he was himself skeeting on Adam's buns! How he loved Adam's bare butt!! Would the handsome Marine like seeing Michael's bared butt? Would he skeet on Michael? Michael wondered, "would I let him? Yes! Do I really want him to? Yes! Isn't this why we're up here now?" Racing, but not so well defined, these thoughts filled the void of silence in Michael's head. When Tom said, "Well, this is cool, but I'd better head on." Michael agreed. They said "goodbye" -- hugged -- a long private hug. Tom could smell the lake water dried in Michael's short hair mixed with Coppertone... Michael held on, his arms around Tom's strong neck. He could smell Tom's cologne, he could smell Tom's male scent and it made him "dizzy." Tom patted Michael's butt. His big hands easily felt through Michael's thin cotton & nylon OP suit. When Tom traced Michael's butt gently, Michael shivered. "No?" Tom asked. "Yes... I mean I don't mind it.." Michael said. "You are beautiful Michael..." Tom said, releasing the tanned, sweet near 10 year old. Micheal lay in bed awake. It was 11:45 pm. 6 hours since Tom had held him, traced his butt, sighed and let Michael go. As Michael lay now, in only his shorts, he was rock hard. He imagined that Tom had stripped him. "Made love" with him -- a blur of touching, kissing and exploration that never happened. Then for the 5th time in the hour and a half he'd lain in bed he was bare -- Tom's big cock splashing warm skeet all over him!! Something no one had ever done. But he could "feel" the warm cum covering his butt! He had never had such thoughts for so long! His boner was so hard it hurt, and it wouldn't go down! He jacked off for like 20 minutes, finally he had a huge orgasm, and a droplet of pre-adolescent boy fluid flowed down his pumping 3r inch boner. Tom had jacked off too, 30 minutes after leaving Michael. He was showering -- the boy's firm butt, cute smile, sweet hug, sweet shiver!! Tom came accross the shower! He was gonna have to stay away from Michael! The kid was way, way too willing, sweet and so fucking sexy!! Chapter 4: The Invitation For several days Michael and Adam went to the lake. No Tom. Adam sensed Michael's worry. "He likes you. He'll be back around." Each day, Tom saw the boys. Adam, cute blond wise guy! Michael so... so... shit, so what? Tom ran now in the morning and later at night. Only exhaustion could win over his "Michael thoughts." Days passed -- 9 days. Michael's Gram was on to it too! "Hey, Mikey, what's wrong?" "Nothin' Gram... why?" Michael answered on the 9th night. "Well #1, what happened to G.I. Joe?" she asked, zeroing in with pin-point accuracy into what veiled Michael's smiles. "Um... I don't know, I guess he's been busy." Michael choked out, amazed that he had a "real" lump in his throat, like they always said in books. Tom put some Tropicana in his cart. He felt like he was being watched. Finally, unable to shake it, he turned and a nicely dressed older lady was staring right at him. "Tom Webster, U.S. Marine?" she asked. "Uh, yeah..." Tom said. "Well, I'm Mrs. Keller, Michael's grandma." she said. "Oh, hi... nice to meet you. He's a great kid!" Tom said, hoping his voice wasn't cracking with the emotions he was feeling waving over him. "Hmm, well he has missed you lately. I hope you will come over for supper with us tonight. I've baked a ham, way too much for Michael and me." "Gram, I'm going to spend the night at Adam's, OK?" Michael said. He was packed, so when his Gram said, "Not tonight." he was shocked. "What? Why?!" he said a bit too loudly. "Because, I made a ham and I've invited company for dinner. So go back upstairs. Bathe or shower, put on some nice jeans, not those Salvation Army rejects, and be ready and combed by 6:30 pm." she said. "OK, can I call Adam and tell him I'm not coming?" he asked. "No, he'll be here for dinner too." Michael's Gram said. Now this was way too crazy! A "dress-up" dinner and guests --OK-- she had some nice old people friends and he usually only got put on display about twice each summer. But what sure didn't go with that was Adam! She always called him "Adam-bomber," the wild boy! She would not invite him for a fancy dinner. Outdoors sure -- hamburgers, hot-dogs and mosquitos -- not ham at the dining room table with the real China ware! Michael showered and dressed in navy blue cords, a red, white and blue striped tuck-in shirt. He even put on his penny loafers. He didn't mind dressing up. It was kind of fun. When he came back downstairs, Adam was arriving. He was dressed the same, a pale yellow tuck-in shirt, brown cords and penny loafers. "Michael, what the heck has your granny got going? I had to wear my church shoes and take a bath first!" The mark of sure discomfort to boys of summer! "Heck, I don't know. The same happened to me!" Michael said. Both boys watched for the dreaded big old Chrysler sure to unload a bunch of old guys and blue haired ladies! Instead a Triumph TR-6 pulled in. "Geez! Who has one of those?!" Adam cried. "No one in this town, that's for sure! I've only seen one in Playboy..." Michael checked for his Gram. Safe! She was still in the kitchen. "Hey! That's Tom!" Adam said. "No, way! He's... really?" Michael's heart was pounding. Sure enough Tom in full Marine Khaki's, and bars on his chest came up on the porch. Adam ran to the door. "Come in Tom!" he said. Tom scowled, "Who are you?" "You know me! I'm Adam!" Adam said. "No, I know a blonde boy who goes by Adam, but his hair is wild and he's usually _ bare..." Tom teased. "Well, I'm the same Adam, my mom just made me take a bath and put on church stuff." Adam said. "A bath! Oh, man! Sorry!" Tom teased. Michael said, "Hi." The Marine shook his hand. His Gram gave Tom an iced tea. Tom complimented the old house's decor and the tea. The boys still couldn't figure out how it was that Mike's Gram had pulled this off. They hadn't even seen Tom for more than a week -- nowhere! Then they've gotta dress-up and Bingo! Tom drives up in a TR-6! Tom was so polite and formal, the boys were too. The whole dinner! Michael's Gram worked miles of info out of Tom. He was staying in the Marines two more years. Not soon for marriage. Might become a teacher, or a cop, he wasn't sure. On and on! Surely not the same guy who'd make Adam cry "Uncle!" ten times in a row before he stopped tickling the bared boy! If Michael thought his Gram missed his admiration for Tom, he was wrong! It glowed off his eyes and face! Adam too, but Michael's eyes hardly blinked, in case the dinner would end too soon. "Tom, I understand you want to take these two to the ocean in Maine." she led. "Yes, if it's OK with everyone." Tom said. The boys whooped and slapped each other 5! Mike's Gram pulled a fully packed canvas suitcase out for Mike and one for Adam! "Hey! How the heck!?" Adam asked. Half an hour later the boys were side by side belted into the front right seat of the TR-6, heading Southeast out of Vermont toward the Maine coast. Chapter 5: First Morning at The Beach House They arrived there at about midnight. Adam had fallen asleep after Tom put the convertable top up, and the air no longer kept him awake. But Mike couldn't sleep. "Tom, how the heck did you, my Gram, and Adam's parents do this -- I mean plan this, even pack us, and we didn't even know?!" Michael asked. "That's a military secret, if I told you I'd have to kill you." Tom teased. The beach house was small but cool. 1970's decor ala hippy. Beaded strings for doorways inside. The only tub, a barrell-like hot tub for four, some rahtan chairs downstairs, and a single king-sized waterbed in the loft. Michael watched as Tom carried Adam gently into the A-frame trying not to wake him. He watched as Tom slid off Adam's sneakers and jeans. Both boys had changed out of their "fancy clothes." Tom covered Adam and asked, "Are you tired?" "Some..." Michael said. Michael peed and came back up to the loft. Tom was in a tank-top olive green undershirt and olive green boxers. He was stroking Adam's hair. Michael smiled and shed his shoes, jeans, and sweat shirt. He was in plain white Hanes T-shirt and briefs. Tom patted the bed on the right side of him. He would lay between both boys. Michael got under the sheets and blanket and Tom pulled him close beside him. "I missed you... but I was trying to stay away." Tom said. "Why?" Michael whispered. "Well, because... I uh, well... I can't explain it." Tom said. "Is it because you are worried you'll do queer stuff or something?" Michael asked. "Yeah, I've thought about that." Tom admitted. "What if me and Adam don't mind it?" Michael hinted. "Well, I don't know." Tom whispered, amazed that he was 182 miles from the boys' Vermont homes, both in his bed in a rented A-frame cottage, having this conversation! "Well, for me you can try some things and if I don't like it, you could just stop." Michael suggested. "You sure? Would you say for sure what you liked and didn't?" Tom asked. "Yes, I'm 9r, not some baby!" Michael said. Adam stirred and Tom rolled to face Michael. They kissed and Tom said "Tomorrow kid!" Michael wanted to protest but somehow he too drifted off to slumberland. Adam woke first. He sat up in the bed he'd never seen and saw Tom asleep, his arm over Michael's back. Adam could feel that he didn't have any pants, shoes or socks on. He knew he had to have been carried and undressed by Tom. He also knew that at this very moment, he had to take a whiz! He rolled over the padded water bed frame and stood up. He could see the ocean! He found the ladder and climbed down. The place was small, so he didn't have trouble finding the bathroom. Actually, toilet & sink room. There was no tub or shower in sight. He peed. Relieved, he explored some more. Kitchen -- totally empty fridge! Cabinets -- plastic plates, bowls, cups and multi-colored tumblers. He shut the cabinet. Cool place but they were gonna have to eat! Michael came down the ladder next, went pee, and joined Adam on the deck. "This is awesome!" Michael said. The memory of the hints of "queer stuff" from Tom was not scarey, it was exciting! What would they do over the next four days? Michael got half a boner in the cool early oceanside air. Adam was close. "Tom is nice." he said. "Yeah, he is." agreed Michael. Then Adam said, "I think he's queer for us." Michael stayed silent. He wanted to know Adam's real feelings or thoughts about that possibility. Sensing Michael was listening, Adam added, "I wouldn't care if he fooled with me." Michael smiled. "Duh, you're the horniest boy in Vermont!" "Am not. You're the one who gets boners when we wrestle." Adam said. "Yeah, your cute butt gets me hard!" Michael said honestly, no worries about being overheard. "I don't mind. Here we could do lots of stuff, like stay naked. Tom might too!" Adam guessed. "Mmm, maybe. But we can't get Tom in any trouble, if we did do stuff." Michael warned. "No way, how would we do that? Tom wouldn't tell on us would he?" Adam worried. "No, but this is the kind of thing that only us, the people involved can know. No one, and I mean no one else could know!!" Michael stressed. "Well, I sure wouldn't tell no one, and besides it's no one's business anyway!" Adam said. "Come on, it's cold out here. Let's go see if Tom is awake yet." Michael urged. The two boys quickly chilled by the early morning oceanside air crawled under the covers and snuggled up to Tom. "Brrr! It's the Ice Boys!" Tom protested, keeping his eyes shut. He could smell the cool sweet and salty air in both boys' hair. Adam was laying his head on Tom's chest side. "Are you two hungry?" Tom whispered. He was petting both of their backs. "Some." Michael admitted, reluctant to leave the bed and being nestled next to "his Marine." Tom's hand brushed over both boys' butts. Two perfect boys -- 4 days, 3 nights to go... He traced Adam's crack, outside of his underpants. "Tom, we decided you can play queer with us." Adam said. "Oh, really, when did you two get the chance for such a conversation?" Tom asked, his heart hammering anew. "We were out on the deck. And don't worry, no one and we mean no one will ever ever know, right Adam?" Michael said... feeling Tom's strong hand squeezing his bum cheek. "Right! No one could know. We could be bare naked every day and night, boners standing up, and no one could see or know!" Adam giggled, picturing the three of them sporting boners around the cottage. Tom's cock was hard -- half piss hard though. He left the boys. "Gotta pee, then we'll bathe and head to town for a big breakfast, and do some shopping!" Tom said. He made no effort to hide his _ erect cock that pushed out his olive-drab boxers. He climbed down the ladder. Geez Mikey, did you see his boner?! Damn! That's bigger than my dad's and Frank's for sure!" Adam cried. "Hmm, the better to butt-fuck cute little blond boys with!" Michael teased. "No way! He would wreck by bum-hole for sure!" Adam said, "Besides, he might not want to fuck us, maybe he is just a peenee sucker." "Maybe. I sort of hope he wants to fuck me." Michael whispered. "Has anyone ever done that to you before this?" "No, well, not really deep-in." Michael said. He was 7r when Max Barns, who was 9r then slick-dicked his bum cheeks -- then tried a poke up Mike's hole. Mike had let him some, but the sound of Max's sisters close by made Michael stand up and fix his baseball pants. It was just in time too! Alison came right into Max's room. "Michael's mom called, he's gotta go home!" She announced. She gave her brother Max long looks. He looked guilty about something, but she didn't see any reason why. Whatever he had he hid fast, she decided. Michael left. That close call, plus moving a month later had ended his "bum-fucking" experiences for a while. That is except his own fingers up his hole in the tub. He liked to explore his anus and even poked a toy rubber lizard up to it's front legs -- about 2 inches. He did that almost every bath for like 6 months, till he was 8. Then his mom got worse and he moved to Vermont. He didn't keep any tub toys there. She had the net full of them but he felt silly with tub toys, plus he mostly just showered now. They got into the deep hot tub slowly as Tom recommended. Tom was first. Naked -- both boys smiled. Adam had a boner already just from seeing Tom naked, watching his big dick flop side to side as he set out towels, checked the water temp, and then eased in. Michael and Adam eased in side by side, they were standing on the submerged curved wooden bench on the side of the tub. About 6 feet in diameter. Steam whisped off the water. As Adam's balls hit he let a tiny yellow shock-piss stream go -- "Sorry!" he said. "Hey, what's a tiny bit of sweet boy pee between us?" Tom said. Michael sunk under too -- he peed too, a tiny whiz. He and Adam were side by side on the small rounded bench. The water came to Adam's neck, and just to Michael's shoulders. "This is awesome, we can see down to the beach, but no one can see us!" Michael said. "That's right, from beach level they can only see the gazeebo roof and lattice corner. I checked it out last year." Tom said. "Did you have other boys here last summer?" Adam asked. "No, I was all alone," Tom answered truthfully, "I dreamed of a time like this with a boy to love, and now I have two." The boys smiled and Tom said, "Ok, let's soap up, rinse and dress, and go eat!" The boys insisted that he soap them. He did, his hands sliding between their hot, pink boy bum cheeks, and washing their boners and balls. As he did, the boys kissed his face and lips. They washed his 7r inch cock, so hard and swollen he worried he'd cum now! They rinsed and dressed. Chapter 6: The Beach In the car Adam whispered, "His boner was like a hammer handle, a rubber one! Man, it didn't even bend any!" "I still have my boner." Michael said. "Me too, some." Adam said. "Tom, do you still have your boner?" Michael asked. "Half way, but driving keeps my mind off the feel of you guys' sweet bodies long enough to get us to Isaac's General Store and Restaraunt. Tom was in civies, but he knew he still looked like a Marine, so he wasn't surprised when the limping store proprieter said, "Got mine in '44. Italy. You see any battle?" Both boys stopped turning the squeaking comic carousel to hear hear the answer. "No, but I was in Somolia." Tom answered. The boys were proud of their Marine. They ate pancakes, eggs, bacon and OJ. Tom shared his coffee. They shopped and then called Michael's Gram, she like hearing from them, asked for some salt water taffee, and then "warned" Michael to be good. "Tom is special, you be good to him, he'll always be good to you, I can tell." "I know Gram, I will. I love you. Well, bye!" They called Adam's mom, got Frank. "I'll tell her you got eaten by a shark! Jaws!" On the beach they built two awesome castles and then had sand-ball wars. Michael's castle held the longest. It was 92, a nice breeze, and the boys and Tom were in and out of the crashing waves. Tom "stole" Adam's bathing suit as he threw him into the waves. Next was Michael's! There was a family about 90 yards away, their 3 year old girl was bare already. Tom kept his suit on though. Back on the blanket -- a giant one, under a giant umbrella that was jabbed deep into the sand -- the boys layed bare on towels. On their bellies, they relaxed as Tom soaked them with tanning oil, giving them both shoulder to toes massages. Tom spread Adam's cheeks and "F" fingered his anus some. "Like?" Tom asked. "Yes!" Adam said. Tom moved Adam's right knee up, his pink anus exposed and tan oiled. He tapped Michael and rolled him on his side, oiling Michael's 3r inch boner, the shaft nickle thick, the head nearly a quarter thick! "Can Michael put his boner up your butt hole Adam?" Tom asked. Adam giggled, "Ok, but I hope no one come near." Michael lay over his cute lotioned up 7r year old friend. This was it. It was really really happening! He was naked. Adam was naked, his cute butt spread, a "pink eye" winking. Tom guided Michael's body into position over Adam. Then he rubbed Michael's boner with some slipperier stuff and he even dabbed it on Adam's pink pucker hole. Tom guided Michael's swollen penis to Adam's anus, his boner went in so nicely he wasn't sure he was up in Adam's hole, but he could feel the squeezy hotness! "Mikey, you gotta move, you know like fucking your Teddy." Adam urged. Tom lifted Michael's hips and pushed back down 4 times, then Mikey took over. He was for real butt fucking!! It felt way better than he ever knew it could! "You like this Adam?" Michael checked. "Yes, but do it harder!" Adam urged. Michael's solid buns rose and fell like a jack rabbit. The boy's sounds were cute grunts, giggles, and sighs. Tom lay his 7r inch cock between Michael's round slick bum cheeks. Tom came soon, soaking Michael's tan back! Seconds later Michael jerked in orgasmic spams, a jet of boy-pre-cum shot inside Adam's anus! "You skeeted!" Adam said. His own boner had been pumping dry for like 10 minutes. The boys rolled onto their back watching their boners jump. Tom jacked his and gave them each cum frosted boner heads! There they lay orgasm drunk happy and high. "I never knew my dick could feel so good to me!" Adam cried. "Me either!" Michael agreed. "Man, it's like our bodies have like secret places for sexy stuff. Some boys will never even try this!!" Adam said. "Yeah, because some one made up a rule against it." Michael said. They swam, washed the cum and oils off. Tom had a soap on a rope, washing them in the wavs. Chapter 7: Back at the Cottage Back at the cottage they made monster burgers. The boys wore Tom's long olive-drab T-shirts, nothing else. Tom wore boxers, both boys snuck feels of his cock inside them. "I hope mine is as big as yours someday." Adam said, Michael agreeing. Tom assured both boys, truthfully he guessed, that theirs would be bigger! They played Twister next -- bared butts, balls and boners. Tom sucked them both a long time on the vinyl cloth. Then for 25 minutes, at the boy's demands, Tom lay naked and the boys licked his swollen cock! Michael soon won a face full of jizz! They napped right on that vinyl cloth in a 3 boy tangle -- 2 boy, one Marine. It was sunset when they woke. Out to the hot tub, a soapy washing and fondle festival, hair washing, rinse, and they headed dressed in blue jeans to town. Later: "Tom, I want you to put yours up my butt hole too!" Michael said. "Too? I haven't done that with Adam --" Tom said. "No -- I know -- I mean you slick dicked my bum cheeks, but I want it to go up inside real!" Michael said. "We can try, your fanny hole may not like it as much as you think." Tom warned. "Oh, it will. It likes my fingers." Michael said. Adam said, "I get to aim Tom's boner, like he aimed your to go up my fart hole!" Bare again. All 3 -- Michael on his belly on the water bed. Adam on his knees, hard, smiling, fixing up Tom's boner with KY-Gel. Then Adam guided Tom's huge half dollar fat cock to his best buddy's waiting butt hole. "You ready Mikey?" Adam asked. "Yes, go for it!" But Tom's cock hurt! So huge for Michael's virgin anus! He cried out, "Ow! Oooh, wait, no, go in more ok, ooow! oooh, ok, ok, now more!" 3 inches was all Michael's bum hole could take up in there. Tom was gentle, for 15 minutes he worked slow training strokes. He came outside, across Adam's belly! Michael had cum too! "He only got half way in, your butt hole's too small!" Adam reported. "Yeah, but it was yummy in there!" Tom said, smacking Michael's bare butt. "Michael, you wanna fuck me again?" Adam offered 30 minutes after the HBO movie ended. Tom showed Adam how to lay on his back, raise his knees, and get face to face fucked. "You can kiss." Tom urged. Kiss and fuck, Michael did, till he came so hard he yelled out in a growling voice! Adam fucked Tom too! His 2r inch boner in and out to all three of their sounds of laughter. By 10 pm all three naked fell asleep in the loft. Tom woke at 3 am, went to pee, was joined by Michael. They 69'd till 3:30 am, and more sleep. Michael could deep throat! He was amazed too! Hot tub, suds, and boners. Breakfast and the naked boys reluctantly agreed to clothes only when Tom revealed the destination ahead, being Grand Prix go-carts. They carted for hours on a $36 day pass. Miniature golf too. Then Pizza. By 7 pm both boys were pooped. Not too pooped to leave Tom's cock in his Levi's as he drove back to their oceanside rental cottage. Adam got a mouth full of cum near a traffic light! Tom kept his cock in Adam's mouth till they pulled away. Adam got up gagging, "I almost drowneded in cum!!" Sorry, you do too good a job boyo!" Tom said, his cock still pumping and Michael slurping up the overflow! That night they just slept, no more sex. All three were naked but only cuddled. Morning pisses... to the tub... and Michael took 6 inches bent over the tub side! Tom came deep inside the boy! Michael took Adam the same way. Luch came, Tom soaked the boys in watermelon and ate them! He bit their butts, balls, toes, and noses. He even used a "dildo" of an artfully cut watermelon rind on them. Exhausted they bathed, put on their bathing shorts, and spent the rest of the day tanning. Kisses were often. Both boys, in the cottage, in the tub, in the car, on the beach. Everywhere "safe" would say "kiss!" and Tom would engage in long sweet french kisses, usually cupping their butts inside their shorts, if they wore anything at all! At the movie, in the balcony, the boys sucked Tom! He came as the good guy won the final fight! Chapter 8: Back Home It was the last morning. Michael and Adam fucked. Tom took polaroids, they had 60 already, only 20 could be shown at home! Both had pictures of Tom naked and soft, naked and hard, him sucking them, Michael/Tom, Adam/Tom, cum laces bums, buttholes, boners, and lips, cum everywhere! Michael's favorite was Tom's cock deep up Mike's anus and Mike "reading" a Life Magazine. Back in Vermont they boys hid 30 photos, 20 were shown around. Tom took 15 to Camp Lejune, inside a secret panel in his TR-6. One of both boys dressed, in his breast pocket. Tom wrote. Adam's family moved to New Hampshire. Michael's looks looks got even better, he turned 11. He had two "boyfriends" for "fuck'n fun" and Kelly Lynn a girl at school. "Pussy is ok, but sort of boring." he wrote. Tom was coming to Vermont in July, he was bringing a "nephew", a half black - half white boy, 10 years old from Carolina. "He might wear you out Michael!" Tom warned. "No way, I've got 5 inches and gallons of cum! Tell him to bring lots of KY!" Michael warned. The End