Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2004 20:15:44 -0600
From: Sandy <pecansandy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Halcyon Days

Halcyon Days
by Sandy
Chapter 1

I sat in the sand right at the edge of the water to eat my sandwich.  It
had been one fine morning, and I planned to just relax until it was time to
head home.  I hoped I could find the guys I rode down with because they'd
been nice.

I wondered how my friend Terry was doing up in Maine, but I pretty well
already knew the answer to that.  His cousins would be giving him all he
wanted, or at least all he could take.  I'd done well myself that day, but
it had been the luck of the draw.

I had four loads in my gut and four in my butt, and I'd shot two myself.  I
made $18 in the process, and that wasn't chump change in 1961.  I was
playing the same games I played with Terry, but this was my first time
doing it alone, and I was plenty scared with the first two guys.

I'd left the house without saying anything to my mother, which was normal.
I had on a white tee shirt and cutoff jeans in case anyone noticed me, but
when I got out to the State road that went towards the beach, I pulled off
the shorts to reveal an old, yellow pair of cotton shorts that barely fit
at all.  The jeans went into my knapsack and my thumb went out.  Regular
people gave me rides, but I would ask them to drop me after just a short
distance, then put my thumb back out as soon as they were out of sight.  I
wasn't after regular rides, I was looking for perverts.

I could usually tell, but not always.  The way I looked, the way I was
dressed - I'd notice when the guy looked too long or too closely.  It was
my third ride that morning, and I was getting the looks, so I said, "Thanks
for stopping.  You goin' to the beach?"

This was a guy around nineteen, probably driving his mother's car, which
was a nice, new Impala.  He glanced at me, "No, only to Jameston."

"That's good," I said.  "The last guy that picked me up wanted to suck my
dick."

That got a nervous reaction, and the guy's face turned red.  "He did?"  he
asked, and his mouth sounded like it had gone dry.

"Yeah, he said he'd give me five bucks to let him."

The guy glanced at me again.  "Did you let him?" he sounded anxious.

"No way!" I said.  "I ain't lettin' some fat old guy suck my dick for five
bucks."  I looked, and he was red as a beet.  "I sucked him off for ten
instead."

"You blew him?" the guy asked, a whole ocatave higher than he'd been
talking.

"Yeah, cum and all."  It was a lie, but a lie that had been proven
effective.  It worked again.

This guy was sweating now, looking straight ahead.  I could hear him
breathing right over the sound of the air coming in the windows and the
tires on the road.  "I-is that like a normal price or something?"

"I'm no whore!" I said angrily, though I guess that was a lie too, by then.

"I didn't say you were," he said in a thickening voice, and I caught him
glancing at my crotch.  "I was just - curious."

"It'll cost you ten to find out, man."

That was a bargain.  I was a bargain, although I didn't know it.  At
thirteen, I knew what I looked like, but I didn't know how I came across.
I wasn't really built, but I always ran places, so I was in good shape and
excellent health.  I had my summer haircut, and my blond hair was cropped
close instead of having the waves it did when it was longer.  The truth is
that, with those pale yellow shorts showing everything I had, and with my
boy-next-door looks, my trim body, I was as appealing as any boy that age
could hope to be.

The guy gulped, "I don't think I have ten," and he pulled off to the side
of the road to get his wallet out.  He fished through it and said, "Seven
dollars.  Hold on."  He opened the glove box and there were some coins in
it, and he came up with eight dollars and some pennies, which I didn't
want.

"Eight - that's all I have," he said throatily, and gave me a look that was
so hopeful I almost laughed.  I got a good look at him, and he seemed to be
clean, which was my big thing.  He was a bit chunky, but not bad at all.

I said, "Okay.  Next time have 12 bucks with you."

He gulped hard enough I thought his own throat would turn inside out, and
managed to croak out, "Where?"

I looked around and said, "I don't care.  Turn off one of these side
roads."

He got moving again, and took the first right.  It was all woods around
there anyhow, and all the way to the shore.  He went about a mile, then
pulled well off the road where he could get onto a little grassy area.  I
was nervous, but this guy was ready to jump out of his skin.  I said, "Give
me the money first."

He looked at me and said, "Oh, sure," and he gave it to me.  I put it in my
knapsack, then leaned over and reached for his zipper.  I was going to make
fast work of him, and I think he knew it as well as I did.

He didn't have much, thin and less than 6", but I didn't care because it
was just a blow job.  He was already hard, and he got even harder when I
tickled around his balls, then I went down on him.  I worked up a mouthful
of spit, then took him right down to the hairs.  He made some sort of
sound, and I tightened my lock on his dick, and within three minutes he
shot a pretty respectable load.  I swallowed almost all of it, but I gave
him a show too, letting a long string of it lengthen from my lip as I
pulled away.  When it snapped, it landed on him, with a little on my chin.
That part I wiped off with my hand, and he looked like he could cum again.

He dropped me off back at the highway, and in twenty minutes I was doing
another guy, and this one had ten dollars.  He had a lot bigger dick, too,
so I really earned my money.

By then, I just wanted to get to the beach.  I'd had my fun, and I had some
money.  Traffic was light on a weekday, but I finally got a ride from two
kids in an old Plymouth.  They were Keith, who looked to be about 18, and
Mark, who was 14.  Mark was skinny but cute as hell.  Keith wore glasses,
and he didn't have great teeth, but he was okay.  Mark was the talker, and
when I determined that they were going to the beach, I said, "If you take
me all the way, I'll blow you."

Mark's eyes got big, while Keith asked, "Really?"

"Yeah," I said, "cum and all."

Mark looked away and mumbled, "Sick."

Keith turned the mirror so he could see me in the back seat, and said,
"You're serious?"

"Like a heart attack," I said.

He pulled the car over and said, "Get yours, Mark.  I wanna watch!"

Mark looked at him and said, "This is weird.  I don't want a blow job from
a guy!  Just - never mind."

I said, "Look at my mouth!  It's just a mouth.  Girl, guy, dog, salamander
- what's the difference?"

Keith was coaxing him, too, and with the car just sitting there, Mark
finally opened his door and came around to the back.  I moved over, and he
sat down without closing the door, and I got a head-on look at him.  I
really liked his face, and his body looked fine too.  He had on an old polo
shirt and tight jeans.  He swatted my hand away when I touched his thigh,
then again, only allowing me to keep it there the third time.  Then I
stroked his leg for awhile, getting ever closer to the prize, and he really
jumped when I first brushed against it.

He did eventually get used to my hand, and he helped me get his jeans open
and his dick out.  His was pretty long for his age, but thin like the rest
of him.  It was hard as a rock though, but he lost firmness as I sucked on
him.  That's a characteristic of a totally straight guy, and I ended up
almost jerking him off into my mouth.  When he came, it was with half a
hardon, and only a drop.

I'd done my best, and he zipped up without a word, then stayed in the back
while I went around to the front seat and Keith, who had watched the whole
thing.  He was nervous as well, and nearly as jumpy as Mark had been.  He
had a nice tool, though, with a big head, and his balls were plump with
juice.  I took my time on him, and it was worth it.  When he came it was in
little twitches that came in rapid succession, a little cum coming out with
each twitch, but a whole lot of cum overall.  I gave him a show, too,
coming off of him with a long string dangling, and some running right out
of my mouth.  His I wasn't wasting, though.  I sucked it into my mouth,
then went and cleaned him off until he was showroom new.  What a load!

When I sat up straight, it was with a new respect, and a wicked hardon of
my own.  I looked at Keith, remembering his face, then I switched seats
with Mark.  If Mark had been put off by sex, he got over it soon.  His
natural gift of gab took over after a little while, and we laughed the rest
of the way to the beach.

I asked what time they were leaving, and if I could catch a ride with them
later.  We left it tentative, because Keith had to be at work earlier than
I wanted to leave.  I knew where they were parked and I could always change
my mind.

I went to the dressing rooms/showers/bathrooms and paid a dime for a
locker.  I picked one right in the middle of the long side of the large
room and sat on the long bench in front of it, idly untying my sneaks.
There weren't a lot of people there on a weekday, but I wanted some sex for
myself by then, so I took my time, checking out everyone who came in.  I
rarely gave up, but I was about to that day, when a decent looking kid of
about 15 came in.  I immediately stood and dropped my shorts and
underpants, then I poked around in my knapsack to give him a show.  I did
everything but hand a neon sign on my ass, but he took a leak and walked
out.  Disappointed, I dug out my bathing suit, and was just ready to pull
it on when he came back in.

I pretended not to notice, and I stayed in just my tee shirt while I
carefully folded my shorts and underwear, then put them back in the bag.  I
got glimpses of his face, and he was definitely watching me, so I finally
stood up and faced him to put my bathing suit on.  I wasn't hard, but I
wasn't completely soft either, and I could sense his gasp when he got a
look at my dick.  Then I looked at him, smiling hesitantly, and he got up
and hurried out.

I crammed everything into the locker and hurried after him, trying to look
casual as soon as I got outside.  He was on the boardwalk with another kid,
and he was watching the door.  I had my sunglasses on, so he couldn't tell
what I could see.  I got a good look.  They were probably both 16 or 17,
and the second kid had a real mound in his tight swimsuit.  It was the
other one who was paying attention to me, so I looked right at him, smiled,
and licked my lips.

I know what you're thinking by now.  Horndog!  Yes I was, and it's
something I've never grown out of.  Terry taught me, and we'll get to that,
but back to the beach.

I walked straight at the two of them, which was also the way to the steps
down to the beach, and I could see the first guy kind of tense up as I
approached.  He was a pretty big guy, well muscled, and with a nice,
dark-skinned face and body.  I didn't know descendency back then, but
nowadays I'd figure him for Mediterannean; maybe Italian, Greek or Spanish.

Who cared?  I approached boldly, then instead of just walking by I pulled
my shades down a little and gave him a questioning look.

"What?" he asked nervously.

"You like?" I asked.  "You can have, if you do."

He stared at me for a second, then jerked his eyes to the side his friend
was on a couple of times.  "He can, too," I said.

"I can what?" the friend asked.

"Nothing," the first kid said.

"When's the last time you got laid?" I asked.  I guess I was horny to the
n'th.

He glared at me, and I took the glasses off.  "You queer?" he asked.

"Listen to this shit," I said, and started to walk away.

"Wait up!" I heard, and when I turned they were both there, the second guy
looking contrite.

"Sorry," he said.  "What's the deal?"

"There's no deal," I said.  "I'm horny to the max, and if you're giving, so
am I."

They looked at each other, then at me, and the first guy asked, "Where?"

"The woods?" I suggested, hoping they could think of someplace closer.
They couldn't, and we walked over the dunes, across the parking lot,
through the campground, and across a sawgrass field to get into the pines.
It was the better part of a mile, and all of us were sweaty when we got
there, but it was a lot cooler in the shade.  I laid my towel out and sat
on it to cool off, and I got my first good look at those guys.

The one who'd been in the dressing room was okay, and his friend was even
better.  I loved tall people, and he had long, long legs, nice skin, long,
blond hair, and a good face.  Now if he knew how to fuck.

"Who's first?" one of them asked.

"Let me see your dicks," I said.  They did, and the guy from the dressing
room looked easier, so I said, "You."

I pulled my trunks down, knelt on my towel and stuck my butt up, and I felt
him easing up to me.  He asked, "You got Vaseline or anything?"

I had gotten ready before leaving the house, so I muttered, "All set, just
take it slow, okay?"  Then I thought, "Wait, wait, wait.  Let me get you
wet first."

He understood, and I slurped on him until he was nice and slippery, then he
got behind me again, and eased himself in through my sphincter, which tried
to resist.  When he got past it, he slid all the way in.  He gasped.  I
gasped, and when I felt in control I groaned, "Do it!"

He started, and the blond got in front of me and offered me a taste of his
big rod.  He had a nice one, too, at least 7" and thick.  It took me a few
to get around it, but when I did it was like a fat finger in a small glove,
and it just fit right.

It had been a long time since I doubled like that, and I was totally into
it.  The guy with his dick in my butt was too much into it, though, pumping
like crazy, and he came way too soon.  He said, "Shit!" and I pulled off
the guy I was sucking.  I was totally angry, and I growled, "I'm here for a
reason too, fuckin' idiot!"

I heard his voice, "I'm sorry," he gasped, "I just got into it.  Give me a
few minutes and I'll do you right, I swear it.  You fuck him, Donny.  This
kid's hot to trot!"

The dick I had a lip lock on was named Donny, and I wanted that thing in me
so bad.  "Do it, Donny!  Don't fuck around, do it!"

He manouvered around behind me, and I think I almost went blind when I felt
that huge dick head pressing in.  I did what I could to let him, and he
finally got it in my hole, panting while he paused.  He finally swallowed
and pushed, and with that fat thing going into me, my own hardon wilted
like spaghetti in boiling water.

I didn't care, because the feelings running through me said I'd cum if I
had to piss it out.  Donny had a hammer, and he lasted a long time.  I
hadn't cum yet when he did, but I was hard again the instant he pulled that
monster out of me.  I could tell that my hole was open then, and cum was
leaking out and down onto my balls.  The warm jizz, and the cooler breeze
blowing right in my hole, made me lose it with no further provocation.

The first guy saw that and exclaimed, "Did you see that?  He blew his load
with nobody touching him!  Holy shit!"  Then I felt his hand on my shoulder
and he asked, "You want more?  I'm ready now."

I was satisfied, so I thought for a second.  "Stick it in me," I said.  "Oh
God, stick it in me!"

He did, and he fucked me to within an inch of cumming again, then Donny
brought me over a second time, and I was totally spent.  I collapsed face
first on my towel, my tummy landing on what felt like a quart of my own
cum, and I just laid there.  I didn't have the words then, but what I was,
was replete.  Those guys thought they'd killed me, and I could sense their
fear, but I told them to leave me alone, and repeated it until they did.

I had the sense to pull my trunks back on, then I turned the towel over and
laid back down.  Even more jizz was leaking from my hole, and it was a very
sexy feeling.  Four fucks was good, perfect!  Two was better than one, and
ten was way too many (another story), but four - maybe it was the f's.
Four fucks.  Yes, it sounded as good as it felt.  I could make a song out
of it; Four Fucking Friends Fuck in Flatbush!  Yes, indeedy!  At least if
they chose to fuck me!

Ah yes.  Terry was probably doing better in the fuck department, but I knew
I'd tasted more dick than him already, and I was sure he hadn't made a
nickel.  Not that he cared.

I finally got up and worked my way back to the beach.  I knew that my butt
would be wet, so before I got in front of anyone, I dropped my towel in the
sand and ran into the water.

The beach I was at wasn't on the open ocean, but in a bay.  There was no
surf, and swimming was easy, so that's what I did.  I liked swimming, and I
liked the ocean, and I was full of sex.  The day couldn't have started off
better.

I got my towel and brought it down near the water's edge, then I went to
the concession stand and ordered a tuna melt and a coke, and this brings me
back to where we started.

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