Date: Thu, 9 Dec 1999 23:18:47 -0800 (PST)
From: James Freemantle <freemantle1@excite.com>
Subject: Meeting The Kiwis (Young Friends, b/b+, oral)

I grew up near Perth in western Australia as a boy.  This is an almost true
story.

			    Meeting The Kiwis

My brother Geoffrey was just eleven months old when I came into this world. 
Our closeness of age forced us to become in separate.  I was always looking
up to Geoff.  We both shared the same room, so modesty did not exist between
Geoff and I. 

About the time my body started to change my closeness to Geoff also started
to change.  He had very little use for a thirteen year-old brother.  He
found new friends who were into heavy metal and smoking pot.  Being younger
and having very few friends I spent a lot of time with sports.   I missed my
time with Geoff, but I could not condone a pothead brother.

In the middle of puberty I learned to jerk off.  This was my second favorite
pass time next to soccer.  Maybe this was my favorite pass time.  I still
knew little of sex and only used my right hand for relief.  I did become
fascinated with my brother when he came in at night.  He would sleep in just
his jockey's at night.  His body was a carbon copy of mine, except that my
muscles develop definition from the obsession with soccer. 

Geoff's pothead friends would often mistake me for him.  I had become
excited with the chance to role-play.  I could become Geoff when he was not
around.  I was enough of a voyeur to know Geoff's mannerisms and could pull
of my charade with ease.

It was in the middle of my turmoil's that my dad, who was an officer in the
royal navy, informed us we would be leaving Freemantle and moving to
California, in the States. I was not ready to leave the coastal town but
envisioned the California beaches and surfing, which was my third favorite
activity.

The week before we were to leave, Geoff and I persuaded our parents to let
us holiday at Rottenest.  This little island was very special.  Geoff and I
had spent many a holiday at Rottenest but this trip was to impact me for the
rest of my teen years.  We left by boat on Thursday and were to spend the
next six days in a rented villa.

This was our first holiday without our parents and we both felt free.  On
the far side of the island were the most beautiful beaches in the world.   I
thought as if there were just the sun, the Indian Ocean and me in the entire
world.

Geoff and I knew of the clothing optional beach but had never had the nerve
to move thought the dunes.  It was not proper to go to the "nude" part of
the beach.  Yet, it was not unusual for adults and teens to strip at the
sidewalk showers at the family beach after returning from the water.  It was
"OK" to wash the salt off, as the human body was not something blokes were
ashamed of in the west.

Today I felt free to explore the dunes and my mind drew me to the clothing
optional area.  I was a true voyeur but not a participant.  I was afraid of
becoming erect if I had walked naked in the surf.  I wanted to find Geoff
and drag him back to my discovery.  I knew he would follow me.

As I came near the villas I noticed Geoff talking with two teens about our
age.  Disappointed that Geoff was busy, I just slipped into the villa. 
Geoff did not come into the villa until 10 o'clock that night.  He was
wasted as he entered the room.   He managed to tell me that he had met two
kiwis, (blokes from New Zealand), that afternoon.  He said they liked to
party.  I knew then I would be alone must of the holidays.

The next morning I was up early and was drawn back to my discovery spot.  As
I topped the dune I decided to join the "clothing optional" crowd by
removing my clothes.  Still fearing accidental enlargement I carried my
shorts under my arm.  "Take no chances" was my motto.

After thirty minutes I saw two guys walking in my direction.  One yelled,
"Geoff, .....Shit as stoned as you were I didn't think I'd see you today." I
started to tell the two kiwis that I was William when my quest for role-play
kicked in. I acted a little hung over and a little high as I continued my
charade.  We walked down the beach until we were far from others.  It felt
good to walk naked in the sand with Geoff's new friends.

As we rounded a group of rocks, James, the older to the teens said, "let's
swim out a bit." So we stopped and headed into the water.  As I left my
shorts in the sand, I felt my security blanket was gone.  I suddenly was
afraid of popping wood with the blokes watching.  The fear caused the blood
to flow and my cock grew to full erection.

Here was a thirteen year old guy standing naked in the surf with a raging
hard on, which did not go unnoticed.  Nance, the younger teen, started to
tease me about my hard rod and blocked my exit to my shorts in the sand.  He
continued with his batter, "We have a winner here, a pot headed fag.  This
might be a good weekend after all." 

I guess fear caused me to continue my charade as I said, "Shit, I just, I'm
so, horny that I need to jerk off.  Pot always make me hard."  Nance watched
me as he started stroking his cock to erection and whispered, "Shit guy I
saw you eyeing me and my buddy, our cocks made you hard, not some pussy, you
see any Sheila's around."

I knew it was time for me to bolt but James had joined Nance between the
beach and me.  James asked, "Did I miss something,  whats the wood about?" 
Nance continued to stroke his dick as he stated, "You said we'd have a hard
time getting laid out here, and, well, we have a bloke that likes to suck
the big one."

I started stammering at this point, "listen, I don't do guys, I need to
leave back."  I might have made them believe me if I could have taken my
eyes from Nance's hard cock.  Nance spoke softly, "Come on, just try it for
a little."   

My mind was saying "Go for it, its not gonna hurt,  they think you're Geoff
anyway."  I moved closer to Nance and started holding his cock.  I heard
James say, "Let's go on the beach, he'll drown out here."   My common sense
was gone as I squatted between Nance's open legs while he sprawled on the
sand.  I was pretty scared, but once I got started sucking, it was all 
right. It only took about ten seconds that first time anyway.  He yelled,
too. It scared the hell out of me, also with the stuff  squirting up into my
mouth. I still to this day don't know why   I continued sucking and pulling
with my mouth when it happened. I wonder why I didn't just pull off, but I
didn't. I stayed right there on it until he told me to stop, that it was
hurting him. I  swallowed his warm salty come, and that still amazes me to  
this day.

Nance asked James if he was ready for a blow. James said, "You bet, boy that
looked hot when he swallowed your spunk."   In a flash I had taken my second
load of cum.  I was humiliated as I walked back to the villa.  I was real
nervous that I would be  found out. Still excited thuogh, I went into my
room and lay  on my bed and slowly jerked off thinking about what I had
done.  It had been such a great feeling, I knew that I would  do it again,
and again, and again. My desire was  winning out over my fear.