Date: Thu, 04 Jan 2007 00:24:16 -0600
From: Kenny Santoria <argosylight@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cold Beaches 4

Cold Beaches, part 4
argosylight@hotmail.com

I've received a lot of great email that has asked about what happened with
the other boys as a group.  I'm going to skip around a little bit and tell a
story about the next time with a group.  I may not tell about some of the
little things that happened in between and I think I can explain things in
this story.

It was a lot different weather than when I first started this story.  Far
from the cold beaches of Galveston, not exactly that far by miles though.
My world was changed from the first day at the hotel.  My ski adventure with
Trip and his family just made that change even stronger.  Before that, I was
content to jerking all by myself, getting relief from an incessant barrage
of hard-ons.  I was still jerking as often or more but there was an urge
inside of me that just wouldn't go away.  I sought out that sexual touch.  I
explored relationships with other boys at my school but it became clear that
it was going to be more dangerous to continue than fruitful.  Chasing girls
brought relationships but nothing physical.  I knew my best bet was to go
back to where it started, with the boys of the company.

It was just a few weeks before school was going to end for the summer.  It
was a hot and humid Saturday.  I knew I was going to be bored that day.
Even so, I passed up an opportunity to watch my little brother play and I
was left at home alone.  Before I could really get started on what I did
when I was alone, jerking, the phone rang.  It was Brice telling me that I
needed to meet him at the new mall.  He and Trip were going to be there for
awhile.  The mall was new enough that people were just going to check it
out.  To me, it looked like every other mall I had been in.  I just rated
them by the quality of the arcade and the movie theater in them.

I quickly agreed to meet them.  I rushed around and found clothes to put on.
  And then the thought hit me "how was I going to get there?"  It wasn't
that the mall was all that far away.  We could drive there before the AC in
the car could even get the car cool.  We could see the spot lights in sky
that went along with the grand opening.  The big problem was getting across
the freeway.  The mall was on the other side of the Gulf Freeway.  There was
an overpass but it was still extremely busy.  It bothered my mother when she
drove in the car, and it was a big full sized Chevy Suburban.

Neither the heat of the day nor the danger of the road could overcome my
desire to go meet Trip and Brice.  I took off on my bike.  I turned on the
main road leading to the mall and it looked nice and quiet.  I was pedaling
along, I could see the overpass ahead and then here came the traffic.  The
light behind me had to have changed and released a storm of cars.  There was
no side walk to bail off on.  The share-the-road concept hadn't made it that
far south yet.  I fought hard to keep the bike straight and on the narrow
flat part of the curb.  I fought waves of cars and made it up to the
overpass.  I cheated a little and crossed even if the light was red.  It
meant I had an empty road for a little bit.  I sailed down the other side.
That is when I realized that I had really built up a sweat.

I worried that my balls were going to be so wet with sweat that nobody would
want to touch them.  I wasn't even sure how we would manage to get to a
place in the mall to feel my balls, I just thought it would be better to be
dry.  I pedaled for a while with my legs spread wide.  I was letting the
wind blow up the legs of my shorts.  I had actually perfected that pedaling
technique in weeks prior.  Drying my balls was just an added benefit, wind
on my balls was a great feeling.

I got to the mall shortly after they opened the doors.  I went to the spot
that we were supposed to meet up and saw the crowd coming my way.  It was
both families, no fathers though.  The mothers were glad to see me but were
wondering where my mother was.  As Trip's mother was picking at my bangs,
helping me look presentable, I explained that I just came alone.  They were
shocked that I rode over and there was no way they would let me go home like
that.  I was not to go home until they were ready and one of them would give
me a ride home.  It was like having a couple of extra mothers to pick on me.
  I'm just glad the lure of shopping was finally too strong, they finally
left us alone.  We made plans when to meet up, have lunch and all that.  I
just told them I would follow the other two.

Our plan was to head for the arcade.  They did have the good games at the
time, Centipede was my favorite. It turned out that the arcade was the only
store in the entire mall that wasn't open yet.  We decided we had to go
check out the other stores.  I said, check out the stores, not shop.  We
were boys, and boys really didn't shop in malls.

We walked the halls and got talking about the ski trip I went on with Trip's
family.  Brice knew I went and some of the skiing stories but up to that
point, I never had a chance to tell him the good parts.  Trip had.  They had
spent the night before at Trip's house and Brice got a lot of the juicy hot
details.  Apparently, the way Trip talked about what I did was a lot hotter
and juicier than I actually did.  Trip could tell stories and any story
worth telling was worth embellishing.  We ended up pinned in a corner in
front of a shoe store, it was two walls that provided some semblance of
privacy.  Brice went through what was almost a checklist of things that Trip
told him we did.  Sucking dick was not one of them.

I got telling him about sliding down the hill naked.  He knew we did it but
not that I ended up with snow up my ass.  The way I told the story, I was
shitting popsicles.  That did amuse both of them but Brice was concentrating
on the times that we played with each other's dicks.  We weren't exactly
whispering.  I was nervous about telling about it there, embarrassed, at
least a little bit, and excited to think and talk about it.  If we had been
walking out of that shoe store, security would have stopped me for sure.  It
looked like I was boosting a pair of shoes in my shorts.  My hard-on was
tenting out my shorts that bad.

When the old bald guy who worked in the shoe store came to the window and
just looked at us, it was time to go.  We moved on, headed for Montgomery
Wards.  Monkey Wards had a pretty good sporting goods section, for a mall
anyway.  We were talking enough about the skiing on the ski trip that we
wanted to check out what they had.  And Brice was interested in any kind of
weights or work out equipment.  We roamed around Monkey Wards sporting goods
for a while, almost every thing we picked up was placed in front of our
crotches to either represent a dick or a set of balls.

A display of Houston Astros and Oilers clothing got our attention.  We
looked at things until Brice found the dressing room.  We wandered into it
and went into one of the little rooms.  The slats didn't do a lot to hide us
in there but there was nobody around right then.  Brice had dicks on his
mind and he didn't take long before he asked Trip and me just how hard were
our dicks on that ski trip.

Trip did most of the story telling.  Trip and I leaned up against one wall
of the stall.  Brice stood in front of us and his hand slid down the front
of us.  He felt our boners.  He rubbed the outside of our shorts.  Trip
tried to keep talking but it was mostly stammering as he was getting felt
up.  I was looking at our reflection in the full length mirror on the
opposite wall.  I knew it was me, that it was my dick, and that it was Brice
feeling me but it that mirror, it didn't look real at all.  I was getting
excited to see what was in those shorts.

Brice's hands went to the top of both of our shorts and found their way
inside.  He first grabbed just the head of my dick.  My knees went week, I
closed my eyes and I could feel nothing but his hand on my dick.  His hand
moved down the shaft of my dick.  He asked if we were both this hard in the
chalet.  I could just nod.  The hand in my shorts went all the way down to
my balls.  He moved his fingers and had my balls bouncing up and down.  I
knew I was going to shoot, it was just a matter of how long I could stay
before I let loose.  Trip was enjoying it too.  He grabbed my hand and
squeezed it hard.

Then, TAP! TAP! TAP!  "You boys need to get out of there.  You've been in
there too long.  Bring out all the clothes you were trying on.  Let's go,
let's go, let's go!"  Brice's hand was sliding out of my shorts when I was
opening the door.  The saleswoman had scared me so bad that I was on the
run.  We made our way through the maze toward the mall.  Somewhere along the
way, we did start to laugh.  I'm sure that everybody notice our escape.

We weren't too far away when we stopped and leaned against another wall.  We
told each other how cool that was and how scared we were when the woman
banged on the door.  Brice lifted his hand to his nose a few times and then
put his fingers right under my nose.  He told me that this is how I smelled.
  I could tell right away that he had the wrong hand.  He had his left hand
in my shorts.  Although, I could also tell from the aroma.  I had a flash of
a memory of Trip taking off his longjohns from a long day of skiing.  The
scent on Brice's hand had set that memory off.  When I told him that was
Trip's smell, he took a second to figure it out.  Then he put the other hand
under Trip's nose, so that Trip could tell what I smelled like.  Trip even
made a MMMM sound.  I realized then that all three of us liked scents.  When
Brice put the other hand under my nose, I smelled that familiar aroma that I
knew when I jerked off.  It smelled like my jizz.

We moved on, looked down the hall towards the still dark arcade, and went to
the other end of the mall.  We went in search of the Sears sporting goods.
We never made it to that department, the lure of empty changing rooms drew
us to them.  These had the heavy curtains instead of doors.  Brice checked
out each and every stall to make sure there was nobody in them.  Trip and I
were already in the farthest one.  Trip's hand was shyly touching the bulge
in my shorts.  I didn't want him to be so shy.  He might have gone farther
if I had just given back.

When Brice came in, he picked up right where we left off.  I was
disappointed in that the mirror was on the back wall and I couldn't see a
thing in it.  I could see out the edge of the curtain.  The snap on my
shorts popped open and Brice had more room to play.  His hand was all over
my dick and balls.  He never really stroked me at all.  If he had, I would
have made a mess.  The longer it went, the more Brice leaned against us.  We
were being fairly quiet, just  a moan of a giggle every once in a while.

I kept opening my eyes a little and looking out the curtain.  I saw people
coming down the hall.  A mother took her son into the stall right next to
us.  I told the others to stop for a second.  Brice eased up but didn't take
his hand out completely, or stop completely.  There was another little kid
with them and he stuck his head under our curtain.  He said hi, I waved to
him, Brice tried to kick him.  His mother told him to get his butt back in
with them.  We listened as the boy tried on pants or shorts. We were
snickering when she would say something like "its way too tight in the
crotch, I can see your hoo-hoo" or "that's going to slide right off your
butt" or "those ride way too low, your butt crack shows".  I remembered some
of those embarrassing moments that my own mother put me through.  The worst
she ever did to me was at the beginning of that school year when she told me
in the middle of the store that I may need a different kind of underwear,
since I wasn't a `little boy' anymore.

When it seemed like the family next to us would never quit going in and out
and trying on clothes, we decided it was time to leave.  As I was snapping
up and rearranging things, I looked right at Brice's crotch.  He had the
biggest bulge I had ever seen in a pair of shorts.  It wasn't just a tent
from a dick sticking straight out, it was the mass of boner that was
pointing up and filling up his shorts.

As we made our way to the arcade, Brice would stick a finger under our
noses.  It was like it was bothering us, but Trip and I didn't mind that
scent.  My dick was buzzing as we walked.  There had been a couple times
prior to that when I would be interrupted while jerking and had to quit.  I
had that same buzzing and anxious feeling.  I started to look into every
store as we walked along for a changing room.  I even looked into some of
the boutique stores for girls.  I was willing to try it.  They thought I was
just being silly.

We made it to the open arcade.  Playing the games got me settled down.  It
did divert our conversation for a while too.  They did have a nice new
Centipede game, the ball was still clean and the fire button worked exactly
right. I was also able to get my initials up on the high score a few times.
I mostly stayed on that game as the other two tried out most of the other
games.  We did all try the shooting game, with pistols on cables.  We tried
quick draw, stuffing the guns in our shorts and pulling them out.  We
weren't quick enough to do any good but it still felt good.

The arcade was across from the food court.  We saw the rest of the families
gathering at the tables.  We had left it an option as to whether we would
join them.  We were just about starving, so we endured the shame of
acknowledging we had family and went to join them.  I don't know why it is
but all the little brothers used to always glom on to me.  It was probably
that I didn't see them as much as most of the other boys in the group but I
was usually pretty nice to them.  When I first sat down with my food, my
boner was just about gone.  That didn't last long.  I had two little
brothers who had to take turns sitting on my lap.  Being little kids like
that, they squirmed a lot.  They were unintentionally grinding their butts
into my boner.

The boys eventually had to pee.  Brice's mother took them towards the
restroom sign but came back right away.  They had temporarily closed the
restrooms for cleaning.  That was not a good thing for Brice's mother, you
never wanted to do anything that would be contrary to what her wants and
needs were.  The boys had already started to pinch their wieners, trying to
keep from peeing their pants.  I had recognized the boy working the pretzel
shop, he was the big brother of one of my friends from school.  I was also
in need of peeing, so I went to ask him where the nearest other restroom
was.  He told me there was one that was supposed to be for mall employees
only but it was just outside the food court, or at least the door was.

I came back and I got volunteered to take the boys.  The boys took it
smiling, they were going to get to do something with me.  It didn't really
matter that it was just to go pee.  They followed me through an unmarked
door, we walked down the hall, past the back doors of several stores, turned
several corners, the boys had to look into every open door.  My need to pee
was growing and I finally just kept walking until they just followed.  I
about had my dick all the way out by the time I stepped up to the urinal.  I
saw a long line of clear viscous fluid coming off the tip of my dick.  It
did that sometimes when I got horny and didn't jerk right away.

Trip's brother went into the toilet stall, Brice's brother stood next to me
and peed.  He didn't completely hit the urinal, his attention was on my
dick.  I looked down at what was between his fingers and saw a fat little
nub.  I had the thought of that is how Brice's started.  When we all
finished, I did something weird.  I pulled out the top of each of their
shorts and underwear and looked down to make sure they got everything back
inside.  They giggled and did it to each other.  Then each of them did it to
me.  I'm sure they just saw a mass of skin and pubic hair.  I got to see two
cute little dicks.

When we returned, there was a plan to stay longer.  The mothers were not
nearly shopped out.  The economy at that time was just about right for the
company's business and they had plenty of money to spend.  Shopping was a
way of life with those women.  They suggested that if we got bored, we could
go to the movie.  It was right next to the arcade.  They gave us all money
to get in and they headed for the stores again.

Brice and Trip wanted to pee before we went to the movie.  The normal
restroom was open by then but I suggested that we go to the one I just
discovered.  Back down the long hallways, they also looked into each open
door.  I stood there and watched them both pee.  Brice turned when he was
done and kept his dick out.  It sure was more than the nub his brother had.
It was thick and heavy.  Not all that long but it sure would fill a hand up.
  I barely noticed Trip turning to face Brice.  It was when Trip's dick
slapped Brice's that I saw him.  They were both much less than completely
hard but my own dick was about two heartbeats away from complete hard-on.

Brice told me I had to show too.  While they had their hand wrapped around
their dicks, I unsnapped and unzipped and pulled my shorts and underwear
down.  My dick sprang out.  It looked like it was proud as it stood out
straight and bounced around.  Brice said my dick looked a lot like Trip's.
There were some real differences but they were close in size, especially in
girth.  Brice pointed to the empty stall.  I walked in as my shorts and
underwear had dropped to around my ankles.  They followed me in.  It was
just seconds after that when their clothes hit the floor too.

Brice was feeling both of us up.  He wasn't saying much but I was talking to
Trip about how fat Brice's dick was.  I had to wrap my hand around his dick.
  It made mine feel small.  Although when I tried to stroke it, there wasn't
much to work on in that direction.  We stood close to each other and swapped
hands feeling each other.  When one would pull on pubic hair, the others
would do the same.  When Brice cupped my balls, Trip and I did the same.
Trip's balls felt full and heavy.

Without thinking about it, I rubbed a hand across my face.  My nose really
picked up on the scent.  After that, I kept sneaking sniffs of my own
fingers.  It got to be such a mixture of all three of us that all that was
certain was I was smelling cum.

There was a moment of terror.  A man opened the door to the restroom,
stopped to look at himself in the mirror.  That gave us time for me and Trip
to slide between the wall and the toilet.  Brice sat down on the toilet.  We
tried to make it look like just one person was in there.  The man pissed,
coughed, and spit for a little bit, washed his hands and then flipped the
light off as he left.  I don't know if he thought he was being funny or if
he didn't know we were in there.

There were two small lights glowing in there.  It was enough for us to see
what was going on with each other.  I liked it better that way, it made me
braver.  We did cuss a little bit about almost being caught.  But it did not
stop us from keep playing with each other.

We did start stroking each other.  I was so ready to shoot that I was almost
begging to be stroked.  Then Trip asked me if I remembered "this".  Then he
leaned down and took my dick in his mouth.  My head was moving back and
forth from his head on my dick to looking right at Brice's face.  I could
see a lot of white shining in his eyes and I'm sure mine were wide open.  I
made a little squeak when he closed his lips on me.  Trip just sucked a few
times and then came up with us.  I was still speechless.  Brice looked at us
and ask if we actually sucked each other.

Trip explained that we didn't suck each other off.  That all we did was just
about what he just did to me.  Brice took a handful of my balls, looked
right into my eyes.  He squeezed my balls pretty tight and told me that if
he did me, I had to do him.  I just nodded.

Brice got on his knees in front of me.  Trip was slowly stroking his own
dick and watching.  Brice had my dick by the base, it was pointing right at
his face.  Brice hesitated, licked his lips, swallowed hard, looked up at
both of us, and had two false starts before he went for it.  His lips closed
on my shaft, about an inch behind the head.  At first, I didn't feel tongue
or teeth, just warm breath.  Then I felt the tip of his tongue.  It searched
along the bottom of my dick.  Then his lips went for another hold and I even
thrust my hips toward him.  Most of my dick was in his mouth, his tongue was
now pressing up on it.  I must have started to fall backwards when Trip
reached out and grabbed my arm.

Then I felt a rush of cold air when Brice took his mouth off of me.  He
stood up and said that I tasted just like I smelled.  I don't know why that
was funny but we did start to laugh.  Hands were all over each other again.
My hand was really feeling Brice's dick.  I was feeling it while thinking
what it would be like to put my mouth around it.  I was also rubbing the
head of his dick, I didn't want to any liquid, piss or otherwise on his dick
when I put it in my mouth.

Brice reminded me that I promised.  I knew I didn't promise but I didn't
stop him from sucking me after he said I had to do him.  I got down on my
knees in front of him.  I was shaking like I was in the cold.  I was staring
right at his dick.  The little flap of skin under the hole looked very red
and like there was more than mine.  I took a fingertip and scratched that
skin.  Brice just about melted when I did that.  He grabbed both sides of my
head and pulled hair.  The reaction I got was so good that it delayed me
from sticking my mouth on his dick.

I finally just couldn't take it any longer.  I opened my mouth and slowly
took his dick in my mouth.  When I shut my mouth around it, there was no way
to avoid having my tongue and cheeks from touching it.  I didn't even try, I
closed on it and even sucked few times.  Brice's hips started to rock back
and forth, not enough to have his dick slide in and out of my mouth though.
Then I felt his hands start to pull my head back.  I opened my mouth and let
his dick out.  I felt something hit my cheek.  I automatically reached my
tongue out and touched the hot cum.  I shivered from just the thought of cum
on my face and tongue.

Brice's cum oozed out and he moaned.  Trip kept asking "Is he cumming? Are
you cumming?  Is he cumming?"  I did stand up and watched Brice enjoy his
orgasm.  Brice leaned against the wall of the stall, actually the door. The
door came open and Brice fell on the tile floor with a slap.  We all had to
laugh at that.  As Brice got up and closed the door, Trip and I had swapped
hands.  We were hip to hip and stroking each other.  His right hand was much
better on me than my left on him.  He didn't seem to mind though.

Brice was standing in front of us, watching.  He quickly got two wads of
toilet paper and held each in front of our dicks.  I could feel the head of
my dick hit the fluff of the paper on each stroke.  I couldn't hold it too
long and I started to shoot.  I did the best I could to keep stroking Trip
but I just squeezed the crap out of it while I was actually shooting.  Trip
was begging for me to keep stroking.  I tried.  Then Brice put his hand over
mine and we stroked Trip.  It was just a few more strokes before Brice was
able to collect Trip's cum in the wad of paper.

None of us really put our dicks away right away.  My hand played with Trip's
dick and balls as he got soft.  Trip gently scratched the underside of my
balls.  That alone almost hypnotized me.  Brice would reach over and feel my
dick.  He did take my other hand and put it right on his soft dick.  It felt
very warm and mushy.  It was limp but still stayed big.  It was still a very
big handful.

We finally started to move again.  We all peed again.  Washed up, turned on
the light, and head out the door.  Brice did warn me not to say anything, as
if I was the one who told about the ski trip.

We did make it to the movies that afternoon.  There were too many people in
the place to play around.  But my dick found its way out the leg of my
underwear.  For a good part of the movie, I let a finger got up the leg of
my shorts and tickle the tip of my dick.  Towards the end of the movie,
there was a big explosion on screen and it lit up the theater.  It was
enough light for Trip to see where my hand was.  He snuck his hand over and
as I was shaking, he snaked a finger in and made contact with the tip of my
dick.  If he had just left his hand there, my dick was reaching out to meet
it.

I wanted to go back to that restroom right after the movie but we were met
by the mothers as soon as the movie was over.  We packed up, threw my bike
in Trip's mother's car and headed home.  I did get into trouble with my
mother.  It didn't matter that I made it alive, though.

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I hope I didn't bore you with this one.  From what I hear, I'm doing pretty
good at not being boring.  I get a lot of good emails.  I do like that, and
do like to hear if you like it or not.  Thanks argosylight@hotmail.com