Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2007 20:01:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cool Cat <rcb1028@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Week At Grandma's  chapter 1

Story code: b/b   Mast/ oral

This story is pure fantasy, and is only being written for entertainment
purposes.  Hardly of the events actually happened.  If you are under the
age of 18 you should not be reading this.

   I really hate starting out a story and having to set everything up
before getting to the good stuff.. like real boy/boy action, but I feel it
is necessary to make the story make sense. So I apologize in advance, but
be assurred that before this first chapter is over, there will be some fun
action that might make it worth the wait.

The first beach scene of this story is something that I actually witnessed
while spending some time at a popular beach on the east coast in 2005.
Right after the "sandcastle" was built and I had snapped a few digital
pictures and talked with two of the little rascals involved, I went back to
my hotel room and let my imagination take over. Please remember that I
would never encourage any adult male to try and seduce or get involved
sexually with any underage boys. I find it more exciting to think of boys
having fun with boys, free from adults getting involved.



One Week at Grandma's Beach house Chapter 1


   I stepped off the big passenger jet and walked down the corridor with
the nice flight attendant who had made sure that my first ride in an
airplane was enjoyable. Being 12 yrs old and from the midwest I was a
little scared about flying 1200 miles alone and spending a whole week with
my grandma. The flight attendant made sure that I understood everything
that was going to happen during the flight. She was kind of pretty I guess,
and had really nice hooter's that rubbed against my shoulder when she
leaned over to help me buckle up properly, but I thought she had way to
much makeup on.

  She had her hand on my shoulder making sure I didn't get away from her as
we walked into the lobby. I saw a bunch of people looking anxious for who
ever they had come to meet. We stopped and the attendant asked me if I
could see my grandma anywhere. I looked around and couldn't see her so I
shook my head no and looked at her with a worried look. We started walking
around the area and I still didn't see her. After about 10 minutes of
waiting the attendant told me that we should go down to the luggage area
and at least get my suitcase. I asked her how my grandma was going to find
me if we left the area, and she assured me that the attendants at the desk
would direct her down to where we would be. When we went down the luggage
area, my suitcase was just popping out of the little door, and I pointed it
out and the attendant. She stepped through the line of people and picked it
up and walked back to me. I still didn't see my grandma and was getting
more worried, but the attendant assured me once again that everything was
going to be alright and had me sit down with her on some nearby seats.

  People walked by and I noticed a couple of older guys looking at us, and
a some of them even winked at me as I watched them pass by. I wondered what
they were thinking as they looked at me sitting next to the flight
attendant. Why were they winking at me? I mean I was sitting next to a
pretty lady with nice hooters and a pretty face, even though she did have
to much makeup in my opinion. I was just this kid dressed in pair of tan
shorts and a green polo shirt that my mom had bought me just for this
trip. I am only 5'2 and maybe 100 lbs, and my hair is light brown, but you
can barely tell since my mom also made me get my summer crew cut so now it
almost looks blond. I have had adults tell me that I had a pretty face, and
my green eyes got a lot of compliments. But I was 12 now, and a boy, and
really didn't like hearing them call me pretty, but I would just smile and
thank them just like mom had told me to do.

  "Derrik honey, I am sorry I'm late." I heard a familiar voice say, and I
turned my head around to see that my grandma had somehow magically appeared
from no where and was standing three feet in front of me.

  "Hi Grandma!" I said jumping up out of my seat and wrapping my arms
around her and giving her a hug.

  "My car wouldn't start and I had to get a ride here from my
neigbors. Hope you didn't worry too much." She said as she hugged me back
and kissed the top of my head.

  "I was kinda worried, but she has been with me and told me you would be
here soon." I said pointing to the flight attendant.

  "He was no problem at all, I really enjoyed watching him all during the
flight. I have been very impressed by what a nice young man he has been."
The flight attendant said as she stood up and patted me on the shoulder.

  "Thank you so much. He is my favorite grandson after all." Grandma said
as she gave me another hug and let me go.

   "That's because I am your only grandson." I said rolling my eyes at what
she had said.

  "He is my smartest grandson too." Grandma said laughing. I rolled my eyes
again and blushed at how stupid my grandma was sounding.  The flight
attendant told us that she needed to go check in at the front desk and
thanked me for being such a good passenger and walked away. I took my
suitcase by the handle and let it roll on its wheels behind me as I
followed grandma down a bunch of different hallways and finally to the
front doors of the airport.

 "The car is right down there," Grandma said pointing to a blue SUV parked
by the curbside. As we got closer I saw a boy get out of the back seat door
and went to the back and lifted the back window. Then he walked towards us
and offered to take my suitcase and put it in the car for me.  Even though
I hated being a boy that people called pretty, I could only look at this
kid and think of how pretty he really did look.

  It was the first day of July, and I had been out to the local pool and
had a pretty good tan, but this kid was twice as tanned as me. I figued he
was a little older then me because he was like 2 inches taller. I watched
as he lifted up my suitcase and turned to put it in the car. He had long
smooth legs, and a cute little butt that I could see even better when he
kind of bent over and his tennis shorts snugged tightly to it. He was
wearing a T-shirt that said "Beach Bum Kid" and I laughed to myself because
I was staring at his bum. Then he turned and looked at me with his brown
eyes, that were only slightly lighter then his brown silky hair that
covered his ears. I was jealous of his long hair right away, and wondered
why my mom ever thought that a crew cut looked better then long hair like
he had.

  "Derrik, this is my neighbor boy Taylor. Taylor, this is my grandson,
Derrik." Grandma said after the suitcase was placed in the back and Taylor
had shut the back window.

  "I have been waiting to meet you." Taylor said as he held out his hand
for me to shake. So I put my hand in his and felt his soft hand wrap around
mine. With my hand in his I felt embarrassed because my dick jumped in my
shorts, and I had my first ever boner that was caused from the simple touch
of another guy.

  "Thank you, it's nice to meet you too." I replied. Grandma had assured me
that there were other kids my age that I would be able to play with during
my visit, but she never said anything about Taylor in particular. I could
have lied and told him that she had mentioned him to me, but she hadn't.

  "We better hurry and get in before they give us a ticket for being parked
here too long." Grandma said as she opened her door and got in. Taylor
crawled into the SUV first and I admit to staring at his butt again as he
crawled across to the other side and sat down. I got in and sat down and
closed the door.

 "Hi Derrik, My name is Lisa, I am Taylors mom. Doris has told us a lot
about you." His mom said as she turned back and looked over her shoulder to
introduce herself. I was trying to find where the seat belt was as she was
talking, so I just looked up quickly and said hi. Normally I would have
been more polite and thanked her, but the truth is that I was worried that
if she looked at me any longer she might see the tent in my shorts. All I
wanted to do was to put the belt over my lap and cover it up. Having
accomplished my task I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt the belt push
down on my boner and concealing it from anyone who might look at me now.

  "Lisa is the best neighbor I have ever had. I kind of think of her as my
second daughter." Grandma said as we started to drive off.  From what I
could see of Taylors mom, she was very pretty. She had a dark tanned face
and shoulders, with dark brown hair that looked just slightly longer then
her son's. Lisa and grandma started talking to each other as I looked out
the window watching some jets taking off and landing. I purposely was
trying to look away from Taylor, because I was afraid he might somehow be
able to tell that I thought he was cute.

  "Doris said you have never seen the ocean before. Is that true?" Taylor
asked, breaking the silence between us. I turned my head to answer him and
noticed he was looking down to where my seatbelt was and quickly looked
back up to my face. I glanced down to my crotch to see that the seatbelt
was not quite doing all I wanted it to, because part of my boner was poking
up the matereal just above the buckle. Don't get me wrong, my dick is just
beginning to grow, so it is not huge, maybe 4 1/2 inches long when it is
really hard, but it was really hard and I could see the top two inches
outlined in my shorts.  So I put my hands in my lap to cover it.

  "Yeah, this is my first time ever to see the ocean." I said as I hoped he
hadn't really seen my boner.

  "Doris lives right next to us on the beach, so you get to see it alot
while you are here." He said with a smile.

  "I know, and I am really excited I get to stay." I said.

  "I can tell your excited, and so am I." He grinned as he stared down at
my crotch that I was covering with my hand. I looked over towards him and
saw that his eyes went to his own crotch and he lifted his hands to show me
he had a tent in his own shorts.  I had only met this kid 5 minutes earlier
and he was already showing me that this was going to be a fun week. I know
he saw my eyes open wide as I stared at it a second. He started to giggle
and covered up again, causing me to giggle as well.

  Being only twelve, I was just now starting to understand the whole sex
thingy, and am one of those kids who finds the whole thing very
interesting, and wanting to know more. It also means that when I think
about some of those things I have read about or heard about from other
guys, I get an instant boner, and blush a lot. Taylor was also blushing as
we giggled. Growing up I had pulled down my shorts to show other interested
boys or girls my little dink as long as they showed me their stuff. But I
don't ever remember mine ever being hard when I did it. Even though he
really didn't see my naked boner, I kind of felt like he had, and that I
had seen his. It was a 20 minute drive to grandma's house, and I don't
think my boner went away for even a second. While talking to each other, we
both would lift up our hands briefly to confirm that the other was still
boned up.

  Taylor did most of the talking while we made the drive, telling me about
some of the other kids that lived real close to him and my grandma. He said
that most the time they were at the beach from noon until six at night. I
asked him if there was really that much to do at the beach. Because I just
thought of going to the beach to swim. He told me they did lots more stuff
then just swim, they played sand volleyball and built sandcastles or played
nerf football. "There's lots of stuff to do." Taylor said with a wink.

  "Cool, so you going to play on the beach today too?" I asked as I noticed
the clock on the dash said it was 12:30.

  "Yeah, when we get home I am going right to the beach. Can you come with
me? Denny and Tony are going to be waiting for me, I bet they would like
you to come with me." He said.

  "Grandma, can I go to the beach with Taylor and his friends?" I asked as
I leaned up and tapped her on the shoulder, trying to get her to listen to
me and stop talking to Lisa.

  "Well I guess Taylor and the boys will be more fun then your old grandma,
but we have to eat first. Then you can go." She said turning around and
winking and smiling at me.

  "Thanks!" I said reaching up and patting her on the shoulder.  I looked
at Taylor and smiled a big smile and watched him lift of his hands to show
he still had a boner, and I sat back and lifted the seat belt again to show
him I was still hard too.

  "We are going to have so much fun." Taylor said as he put his hands in
his lap again and I saw him squeeze the tent in his shorts.

  "Here we are Doris and Derrik." Lisa said as she pulled into my grandma's
driveway. When the car stopped and I saw Lisa start opening her door, and
grandma opening her's I started worrying about the boner I was sporting in
my shorts, and I looked over at Taylor and glanced down at my crotch and
gave him a worried look. He just shrugged his shoulders like he didn't care
if anyone saw his, and he unbuckled and opened the door and climbed out. So
I had no choice but to do the same thing. Amazingly, something about
opening the door and knowing I might be seen by two grown ladies, my boner
just wilted in a matter of seconds. I stood at the back of the SUV and
noticed that there was no tent in Taylor's shorts either.  These dicks are
a hard thing to figure out.

  Grandma invited Lisa and Taylor over to have lunch with us because they
had been kind enough to give her a ride to the airport when her car
wouldn't start. Lisa said that would be nice and that she needed to go park
the car in her garage, and maybe Taylor could go with her and get his
swimming suit so that us boys could go play on the beach as soon as we were
done eating.  It was agreed that they would be back over in about 15
minutes give or take a few minutes. I followed grandma as she led me into
the beach house. I kind of stopped and let my jaw drop as I looked across
the room and saw the big glass sliding doors that looked out over a beach
and all that ocean water.

  "I am going to let you stay downstairs where your grandpa had put his
studio." She said. My grandpa had been killed in a car accident just a year
earlier. Grandma and him had just moved into their dream house by the beach
and he set up his own photography studio to take pictures of the ocean he
had fallen in love with. I could hear her voice crack a bit as she said it,
and knew that she still hadn't gotten use to being without him.

  I followed her down the stairs into the studio. It also had a big sliding
glass door that led right out onto the beach. His studio had big beautiful
pictures of the ocean with sailboats and ships going across. There was a
bedroom down there, so grandma opened the door and had me put my suitcase
in there. I noticed a new computer sitting on a computer desk. I asked
grandma if it worked and if she had internet. She said that she knew it
worked, but she didn't know how to even turn it on. But that grandpa had
made sure there was internet.

  "Can I use it while I am here?" I asked.  She started laughing a little
and I saw her eyes water a little.

  "Someone should use it, your grandpa would be made it he knew it was just
sitting here not being used." She said wiping her eyes with a finger.

  I walked over to her and put my arms around her and gave her a hug. Then
when we finished the quiet hug I followed her up the stairs, and she walked
me around the house showing me where everything was. "Oh, you also got your
own bathroom and shower downstairs, I don't think I showed that showed that
to you downstairs." Grandma said as she was showing me the upstairs
bathroom.  Then I heard Lisa say that they were in the house. We walked
down the hallway and Taylor was just closing the sliding glass door behind
him as his mom put some stuff on the kitchen counter.

  "I thought I would bring over some of this watermellon we started eating
yesterday." Lisa said as she unwrapped the bowl of cut up watermellon.

  "That is so sweet of you dear. See Derrik, she is just like a second
daughter, always looking out for me." Grandma said as she walked into the
kitchen and put her arm over Lisa's shoulder and gave her a quick squeeze.

  "Maybe you two can go change into your swimming suits, while I help Doris
make some sandwiches." Lisa said to us boys. Taylor held up his swimming
suit to show me he was ready to change.

  "Ok, follow me." I said as I started heading down the stairs. It will
come as no surprise that just knowing I was taking Taylor downstairs with
me, to change into our swimming suits, caused my dick to come to life
again. Before I had taken two steps down the stairs it was sticking my
shorts out proudly. When I got to the bottom I looked back to see he was
just as excited in his shorts. I smiled at him and waited for him to follow
me into the bedroom. Once we were in the bedroom I quickly unzipped my
suitcase and found my swimming suit.

  When I turned around I saw that Taylor had already stripped off his
shorts and underwear and I could see his long, slim 5" boy boner sticking
out from under the bottom of his shirt. It was the first time I had seen
another guys boner in real life. I had seen porn pictures on the web of
older guys with big man boners, and really didn't find them all that
exciting. But Taylor had a smooth slim shaft with some blue veins running
up to the crown of his dick. His balls were just as hairless as mine, and
maybe a little smaller as they hung tight and close to his shaft. The
cockhead had a purplish color to it as it swelled over the top of his
circumcised foreskin. All in all it looked pretty much like mine does when
I am boned up, only a little longer.

  "My turn to see you now." Taylor whispered as he saw me staring at his
boner. I quickly pulled down my shorts and white tighties off and let my
boner spring out into the open air. He looked at mine and smiled as he saw
my hard boymeat standing out in front of my body. "We are about the same."
He said as he kept staring.

  "You're the only person who has ever seen me like this." I said.

  " Thats cool, but have you ever seen anyone naked like this before, even
if he didn't see you?" He asked

  "Nope, only seen pictures on the internet of guys." I answered.

  "I like them better in real life." He giggled.

  "I think I do too. Have you seen one in real life before?" I asked.

  Taylor nodded his head yes moved closer to me. "Remember I talked about
Tony and Denny? Well we kinda see each other like this alot." He said. When
he finished saying that he reached his hand out and wrapped it around my
boner. I was too shocked to say or do anything. All I did was let his hand
stroke me up and down a couple of times before he let go.  I looked down at
his boner after he released mine, and decided that it was only fair that I
get to hold his like that, so I reached out and took his shaft into my
hand, feeling the soft silky skin slide with my hand up and down his hard
shaft.

  "I never done this before either." I said after I reluctantly let go of
his throbbing shaft.

  "I kinda figured that, since you never seen one in real life before." He
giggled.  I embarrassed for saying something so stupid.

  "Can we do this some more later?" I asked.

  "Yep, but we better go upstairs before they come to get us." Taylor
said. So we both slipped our swimming suits on, and I put on a t-shirt. We
both made sure our shirts were hanging down over the crotch of our suits so
the women didn't our boners when we got upstairs.

  When we got to the kitchen, grandma and Lisa had everything ready and we
all sat down to eat.  I learned that Lisa was divorced and it was just her
and Taylor who lived in the house next to my grandma's. Taylor only saw his
real dad for Christmas vacation when he went to Las Angles to stay with him
and his dads second wife. He had two half brothers who were 7 and 5 yrs
old. I guess his dad was like a film producer and made lots of money. He
had left Lisa when he found out he had gotten his assistant pregnant when
Taylor was only 4. Grandma started talking about how sweet Lisa had been to
her when grandpa had been killed, and came over to check on how she was
doing everyday. Grandpa had been buried in his hometown in Iowa, so the
funeral was there, and no one from our family had been out to see the new
beachhouse. I was the first one to be there. I started thinking it was kind
of sad that none of my mom's side of the family came out to visit, but
grandma explained that she just wasn't ready for that yet. Since I was the
only grandchild, she wanted me to be the first.  I don't know what that
really meant, or even if it made sense, but I was happy she wanted me
there. Having Taylor as her neighbor was making it even better.

  "So you are 12, just like Taylor?" Lisa asked. Up until then I was
thinking Taylor was a little older.

  "Well 12 and a half, I turned 12 in December." I said.

   "So you are about a half year older then Taylor, he just turned 12 June
22nd." She said. I was really surprised to hear that he was actually
younger then me. I guess I was just short for my age.

  "Can we go now, I bet Tony and Denny are waiting for me." Taylor asked
his mom.  Both grandma and Lisa nodded their heads to us that it wa alright
for us to leave.  Grandma told me to make sure and stay close to where the
life gaurds are if I was going to go out into the ocean and swim. Lisa told
Taylor to make sure and keep close to me and make sure I didn't wander off.
Then we walked out the sliding glass doors and down the stairs of the deck
and I walked on a beach for the first time in my life.  I followed Taylor
as we weaved our way through a pretty big group of people sunbathing,
swimming, and playing all over the shore. Then we got to a place that was
away from the bigger crowds and Taylor walked towards two boys who were
sitting on some towels about 100 feet from the water.  He waved his arm
high over his head and the two boys waved back. I also noticed a man
sitting in a beach chair another fifty feet from where the two boys
were. He was reading a book and seemed sipping on a large drink. He lifted
his head and looked up over his book when he heard Taylor yell out to the
boys.

  "Hey guys, sorry I am late. Had to go to the airport with mom and Doris
and pick up this dick." He said as we got closer. I punched my new friend
in the shoulder when he called me a dick. Taylor started laughing and told
me they call everyone a dick. He had said it pretty loud and I looked up
towards the guy sitting in the chair and noticed he had chuckled and was
smiling as he lifted the book back up and to conceal his face.

  The two boys stood up and waited for us to walk to them. I guess this is
the part where I tell you how perfect and good looking the boys were. Yes,
they were both cute, but nothing like Taylor, they both were shorter then
Taylor and I and looked younger. Denny had blondish hair that curled at the
end, almost like mine did before mom made me get the crew cut. He had a
freckled face and a little nose that seemed to be flat on his face. He did
have a nice body, standing there without his shirt on I could tell he
worked out some, because his stomach looked pretty defined for a kid. I
also noticed his legs had more hair then any of the rest of us.

 "Denny is our gang leader." Taylor said as he introduced him. I asked
Denny why he was the leader.

  "Because I am the oldest here, I am 13." He said.

  "And he has the biggest dick. That's why we call him horse." Tony said as
he looked at me and smiled a wicked smile. I looked over Denny one more
time and took note that he was shorter then me, but aparrently higth had
nothing to do with dick size.

  "This is Tony, we call him pinky." Taylor said as he introduced the other
kid. Tony had dark brown hair, that was almost as long as Taylor's, but a
lot thicker. He was the same size as Denny, but not as well developed. He
was still carrying some baby fat around his belly. He had lighter skin then
any of us guys, and looked almost pale.

  "You sunburn easy, so they call you Pinky?" I said, trying to figure out
just why he would have a nickname like that.

  "No, we call him that because his dick looks like a pinky finger." Denny
said holding his pinky finger up to illustrate what he was talking about.

  "Hey, I am only 10, so what do you expect. Bet mine is going to be bigger
then yours when we are older." He said defending himself. For a 10 year
old, he really did look older, and probably pretty tall for his age. I was
also aware that these guys had all seen each others dicks, and I probably
would have figured that out even if Taylor hadn't told me.

  "Does Taylor have a nickname?" I asked. When I looked over at Taylor he
was blushing, and I could tell he was bracing himself for the answer they
were going to give me.

  "Yep, we call him Bobber." Tony said with a laugh. I was pretty sure that
there was no way that his nick was related to the size of his dick.  But I
smiled just thinking about how lucky I had been to be able to see and even
touch his dick. I didn't care that his nick had nothing to do with it, I
just wanted to play with it again.

  "Thats your nickname?" I asked as I turned to Taylor. He just kept
blushing and nodded his head yes.

  "Do you know why we call him Bobber?" Tony asked. Denny thumped Tony in
the bare chest with his thumb.

  "We can tell him later. Lets go bury the new guy in the sand." Denny said
after thumping his friend.

  That's when I found out that they had their own beach bum initiation for
those who were going to be a part of their group.  They explained that we
were all going to go and dig a big hole in the sand, and then they were
going to make me lay in it so they could cover me up. I was a little worred
because I was wondering if they planned on burying my head too. They
assured me that I was not going to be in any harm. So we walked a few feet
down onto the beach and started shoveling sand with our hands and a small
beach bucket they had with them. It took us about 10 minutes to get a big
enough hole. Every once in a while one of us would go down and clean our
hands off in the ocean. On one of my trips back to the hole, I noticed the
middle age man had put down his book and now had a nice camera up to his
face and was taking pictures of the ocean. I thought he even took a picture
of me as I walked up the beach. Then he put the camera down and smiled at
me and picked up his book and started reading again.

  "Ok, its ready for you. Just lay down in there and let us cover you up."
Taylor said as he stood up and shook the sand from his dirty hands. Denny
and Tony were still on their knees, with their hands on top of the mound of
sand we had built up beside the hole. I got down and laid down in the hole,
still a little worried about sand getting in my mouth. Taylor ran up and
got one of the beach towels put it behind my head, and then put part of it
over my mouth. He stood up and moved around to where Tony and Denny were
kneeling. I watched him and saw that he had a tent in his swimming suit, he
was all boned up again. Seeing that caused my dick to pop up and form an
instand woodie. I put my hands over my crotch to cover up.

 "Too late, we already saw it Woodie." Denny said as he looked down at my
hands covering my crotch.

 "Bobber has one too. You two must be twins." Tony said. I looked over at
Taylor and he was getting on his knees.

  "At least you can see our boners, unlike Pinky here." Taylor said poking
fun of the 10 year old.

  "I told you, I am going to have a bigger one then any of you guys." He
said as he started helping Taylor and Denny push the sand over my body.

  It only took about 5 minutes for them to have me buried up to my neck in
sand. It felt pretty good, and wasn't crushing me like I thought it might,
but I noticed I wasn't able to move my arms or legs. I was going to need
help getting out of all this sand.

  "Go get that bucket and lets pour some water on top of him so it feels
nice and cool for him." Taylor said to Tony. Tony got up and ran to where
they had been sitting and got a bucket, and started running to the ocean to
fill it up.

  "You had a nice woodie there Woodie." Taylor said reminding me of my new
nickname. Denny grinned and looked at Taylor.

  "It looked almost as big as yours." Denny said.

  "His is a little bigger then mine is." I said without really thinking. I
saw Denny smile at Taylor.

  "You two already comparing cocks?" He asked.

  "Don't try to lie to me and say you haven't wanted to see his dick too."
Taylor said with a giggle.

  "True, I have been wondering. Is it nice like yours?" He replied. I just
listened without saying anything. But found it amazing that these two guys
were talking so openly about wanting to see another guys dick. The only
thing I felt moving under the sand was my dick trying to thicken under the
sand.

  "Yeah, its nice. Reeeaaalll nice." Taylor said with a big grin. Then Tony
came walking up to us with his bucket full of water. He poured it over the
top of the sand covering my body.

  "Hey Pinky, Bobber here say's that Woodie has a nice woodie. I think we
should see for ourselves." He said. Tony smiled and shook his head yes. I
thought that meant they were going to take the sand off me and we were
going to go somewhere private. But instead Taylor packed the beach bucket
full of sand and flipped it over the top of the mid section of my buried
body. Then all three of them started sculpting away. Within a few minutes I
was able to make out that they were sculpting the sand into a dick, a long
hard dick.

  Once I saw that this was what they were doing, I looked up in the
direction of the man sitting in his beach chair and saw that he was peaking
over the top of his book. I just knew that he was going to see what they
were doing and freak out.

  "Hey guys, that guy up there can see us. You think you should stop?" I
asked. Tony and Denny looked up towards the guy and waved at him. The man
put the book down in his lap and smiled as he waved back.

  "Don't worry about him, he is a pervert that is probably getting a boner
watching us." Denny said.

  "How do you know that?" Taylor asked as he looked up at the man. I think
it was the first time he even noticed the guy sitting there.

  "Well we got here about an hour before you guys, and that dude has been
there the whole time and even taken some pictures of us." Denny said.

  "Hey, I think I saw him take a picture of me too." I said, noticing that
Tony was still working out the shape of the sand cock. He was even making
the head of the dick look like the real thing.

  "Yeah, and if you watch real close, he only takes pictures of boys,
otherwise he just reads that book and looks at us over the top of it."
Denny said.  I looked back up towards the man and sure enough he had his
camera back up to his face and was pointing it towards us.  He was taking a
picture of me buried and my new friends sculpting an erect penis over my
body. Tony looked up in the direction of the man.

  "Watch this old perv." Tony said as he wrapped both his hands around the
sand cock and started moving his hands up and down, like he was jacking it
off. I couldn't help myself and started laughing and tried wiggling out of
the sand. I watched as the man kept taking pictures and then put the camera
down.

  "I bet he got woodie watching that." Tony said and then started
giggling. Denny moved Tony's hands off the sand sculpture and started
acting like he was jacking it off too. After he noticed the guy had put his
camera down and was now just staring at us, Denny started making moaning
noises really loud and then he screamed out and crushed the sand penis in
his hands, and the sand fell all over his hands.

  "Oh my god, you just creamed all over my hands." He said rather loudly. I
looked up and saw the man laughing at what he had just witnessed. Then he
got up out of his chair and started walking down towards us with his camera
back in his hands. I was buried to my neck and now some guy that the other
guys said was a perv was walking towards me. I have to admit I was a little
worried until he just walked on by us and I saw him walk in the direction
of some boys who were playing on some boogie boards along the water.  He
stopped and took some pictures of the boys as Tony and Taylor started
pushing the sand off my body until it was finally thin enough that I could
break out of it on my own. Then they helped me wipe the sand off my body. I
was wiping it off the front of my body, and they were wiping it off my back
side. I looked up and saw that Tony had gone down to where the man had
stopped to take pictures.  Then he went down to the side of the ocean and
got his body all wet and stood up and posed as the man took a picture of
him.

  "What is Pinky doing?" Taylor asked.

  "He loves having his picture taken and I think that guy thinks he is
really cute. So my guess is that they are both having fun. But I better go
get him before the guy starts offering him money." Denny said shaking his
head and then walking away.  Taylor and I watched as he stood beside Tony
and let the man take a picture of the two of them together, and then they
talked for a few minutes with the guy.

  "I think Pinky wants to see that guys dick. He talks about men with big
dicks all the time." Taylor said to me.

  "I know this sounds stupid, but he really did a good job making that dick
out of sand... I mean it looked just like some of the ones I seen on the
internet. I think he has seen a lot more then me." I said.  Taylor just
looked at me for a few seconds, like he was thinking about what I had said.

  "Yeah, I think you're right. I have seen him come out of that shower hut
a couple of times, and most the time a man comes out with a smile on his
face a few minutes later." He said, pointing to a tall wooden sqaure
fenched area.

  "You can take showers in there?" I asked, not knowing anything about
shower huts for swimmers.

  "Yeah, but it can be kinda creepy when those old guys follow me in, so I
don't use them much." He said.

  "Can I ask you something else?" I asked.

  "Yeah, what you want to know Woodie." He said with a smirk.

  "Umm, well... I was wondering... I mean Pinky and then Horse were acting
like they were jacking that sand dick off... so do they.. ummm, or do
you... ummm." I mumbled a bit in embarrassment at the question I was trying
to ask.

  "Yeah, we jack off, do you?" Taylor answered without me having to finish.

  "Well, yeah, but I only found out about how to do it like last year." I
said.

  "If you had met Horse a couple years ago, he would have showed you how,
he showed Pinky and I." Taylor winked.

  "Thats really cool, I never talked to someone else who actually does it."
I said.

  "If you hang around us while you're here, you will find out we do it and
talk about it alot." He said. Then Tony and Denny walk up to where we were
standing and the man just walked on by us and back to his chair. I saw that
he picked up a pen or something he could write with, and wrote something on
the back cover of the book he was reading.

  "Someone who actually does what?" Denny asked.

  "Woodie wanted to know if we jacked our dicks." Taylor answered. Even
though we had all been talking about dicks and I had even jacked on Taylors
dick for a few seconds, I was embarrassed that Taylor was telling them
about me asking such a dumb question.

  "All the time." Denny said as he winked at me.

  "What did you say to that guy?" I asked, really wanting to change the
subject.

  "Horse was right, he just likes taking pictures of boys. We just asked
him if he could e-mail us some of the pictures he took of us. So we gave
him our e-mail address. He also asked if he could we had messenger." Tony
said.

  "Did you tell him you did?" Taylor asked.  Denny started laughing and
wrapped his arm around Tony's neck like he was choking him.

  "Not only did he tell him that he had messenger, but told him he had a
web cam too. The old fart wanted to know if Pinky was going to let him see
him cam sometime." Denny informed us.

  "What? He might be a perv, but he can't do anything to me over the
webcam." Tony said while moving Denny's arm from around his neck.

  "It wouldn't be the first dude to see any of us on cam." Taylor said,
kind of defending Tony.  I had never seen anyone on a webcam, and didn't
have one, so I was a little shocked to hear them talking about camming for
other people. My mom and dad had said they only get kids in trouble. Now I
kinda knew what they might have been talking about.

  "Let's go down and play in the ocean, those boys he was taking pictures
of were real cuties." Denny said as he started walking down to where those
boys were. We all followed him to the water and before long we were all
playing in the water, with the boys letting us borrow their boards so
Taylor could teach me how to skim across the water as the waves pushed it
onto the beach. It was the first day of my vacation visit to grandma's and
I was already hearing and seeing things I never thought really
happened. For one thing where I live, you would never hear a 13 yr old boy
call some other boys "Cuties" and I don't think any boys in my school or
town would show me their boner and let me hold it. I kind of wished I could
stay longer.

  After we played on the beach for about 3 hours I told them I needed to go
back to my grandma's because I was tired from being up so early and getting
on the plane. Taylor said he was going to go with me and that he would see
them the next day at the usual time and place.

  "Ok, see you tomorrow Woodie and Bobber." Denny yelled as we started to
were about 50 yards away. I started giggling at hearing my new nickname
being yelled out.

  "See you later Horse and Pinky." I yelled back. "Does Horse really have a
big dick?" I turned and asked Taylor after yelling at the other two.

  "He still thinks it is, but I am getting closer to his size, but his is
fatter and he has bigger balls and more hair down there." He answered.

 "Ok, so he is Horse because he has a big dick, and Tony is Pinky because
he has a little dick, and I am Woodie because I had a woodie in front of
them right?" I asked.

 "Yep, and I know what you're going to ask, you want to know why they call
me Bobber right?" He said.

 "Well yeah, it has nothing to do with a dick." I said bluntly.

 "You really want to know why they call me that?" He asked. I could see the
look on his face change a to a more serious look. He almost looked afraid.

  "Is it bad?" I asked, worried about the look on his face.

  "Some guys would think it is, but I don't care, as long as they don't
call me it in front of other people." He said.

  "Ok, then I want to know, And I promise not to call you that in front of
other people." I said as we stopped in front of my grandma's house and
stood by the sliding door leading to my grandpa's studio that I was staying
in.

"Hey boys, we are over here." I heard Lisa call out. We looked over and saw
that her and grandma were sitting on the deck of Lisa and Taylors house.
Taylor looked at me and grinned.

 "I got an idea, just be quiet for a sec." He said looking at me and then
turning towards his mom and my grandma. "Is it alright if we get cleaned up
over here in Derriks room? I still have my clothes here." He yelled back.
Lisa agreed that it was a good idea and told us to come over to their house
when we were all cleaned up.

  "Cool, so you want to take a shower together Woodie?" He asked. My
nickname became the real thing as I heard him make the suggestion with his
cute smile. I nodded my head yes, and I slid the door open and we both
walked into the studio and right to my room.

  "Umm, I don't even know where the shower is down here." I said as I
looked at Taylor, who was already stripping off his shirt and then his
swimming suit. He stood up straight and his boner was sticking right at my
belly.

  "It's in here. Jeez I know this house better then you do." He said as he
pointed to a door that I thought was just a closet door in my room.  "Come
on and strip down Woodie, I am going to show you why they call me Bobber."
he said with a smile. It didn't take me long at all to strip naked and have
my cock pointing out towards my new friend.

  We got into the bathroom and he turned on the shower and kept the door
open for me to follow him in. As soon as I got in I felt his hand grasp my
boner as water fell between us. I took the hint and reached for his and
felt his hard meat in my hand for the second time in one day.

  "So you like having someone playing with your cock?" He asked as we both
kept stroking each other slowly. I nodded my head yes and just enjoyed the
feeling. I could see him start to rock back and forth as I stroked him. I
was thinking to myself that he was bobbing back and forth, and suddenly I
knew the answer to the question. He bob's his body back and forth when he
is getting jacked off.

  "Hey, I think I know why they call you bobber now... you bob back and
forth when your being jacked off." I said proudly.  Taylor looked at me
funny and then started to laugh.

  "Well thats kind of close, but not really. Here, now don't freak out, and
you can tell me to stop if it grosses you out." He said. Then he moved my
hand off his hard cock and slowly went to his knee's in the shower. I
watched as the water fell over his head and his hair fell over the front of
his face almost covering it completely. He took his free hand and moved the
wet hair from his face and looked up at me and smiled before opening his
mouth and wrapping his lips around my hard cock.  The feeling rushing
through my body was like nothing I had ever felt before. I was not freaked
or grossed out at all, I was in heaven.

  He looked up at me again with his cheeks kind of puffed out because he
had most my cock in his mouth, and then he started bobbing his head back
and forth, letting my cock slide almost all the way out of his mouth before
swallowing me to the base of my cock again.  "Bobber... he bobs his head
when he sucks dick." I thought to myself. After only two minutes or less I
could feel that I was going to shoot my cum. So I pulled my dick out of his
mouth. He looked up at me with a worried look as he stood up in the shower.

 "You think I am a freak, don't you?" He asked.

 "No, I think I was going to shoot my stuff in your mouth, I really liked
that." I said. He just looked at me as if to ask if I was lying or
not. Then I am pretty sure he saw the evil smile on my face as I took his
dick in my hand and stroked him before going to my knee's.  Now it's time
for a reality check here, I had never had a blowjob before, and had never
given one. In fact when I saw ladies doing it to guys on the porn sites I
kind of thought it was gross.  But when I looked down and saw my new best
friends head bobbing back and forth on my cock, my perception changed in an
instant. The feeling of his mouth on my cock, just made me want to make him
feel the same way.

 If someone had suggested even 24 hours earlier that I was going to be
holding a 5" boy cock in my hand, and I would be going to my knee's because
I wanted to feel it in my mouth, I would have told them they were fucking
perverts. But in this instance, this moment, all I wanted was to know what
he tasted like, to make him feel just as good as I had. My mouth opened and
I looked up at him, just like he had looked at me, and I moved my open lips
to the shaft I was holding in my hand and let them slip over his wet,
purplish colored cockhead. Then I moved my hand off his shaft and took as
much of his dick in my mouth as I could without choking. I had never done
it before, but I guess I learned fast, because my head started bobbing back
on forth. His cock sliding out until his cockhead almost escaped my lips,
and I sucked him back in again.

  I felt his hands move to my head and he pulled his throbbing cock out of
my mouth. "I was about to shoot." He said as I stood up. I almost wanted to
tell him I wanted to taste his stuff, but I wasn't really sure that I
wanted to really taste it, so I just nodded my head acknowledging that it
was best that I stopped sucking him. Once again he grasped my cock and
started jacking it off under the water. I was so horny from being blown,
and then feeling his cock in my mouth, my cock suddenly erupted in his
hand. My boy cum squirted out onto his stomach, and was quickly washed away
by the water coming from the shower head. I didn't say anything, I just
grunted as my body shook and my cock started feeling sensitive after
cumming so hard. I looked up and Taylor was grinning.

  "I love feeling dicks do that." He said with a proud look on his face.

  "Let me do it to you now." I whispered as I reached for his cock.

  "Ok, but I am going to shoot fast, I was almost ready to shoot when you
sucked me." He said.

  "Just tell me when your going to shoot." I said as I stroked him. He
arched his head back and was grunting as my hand moved faster up and down
his think shaft. I heard him start to say something, and without any second
thoughts I went right to my knee's and took his cock into my mouth just as
he started squirting two quick squirts of his boy cum out of it. He was
moaning louder now, and once again he put his hands on top of my head, but
this time he was using them to push my head closer to his twitching
cock. He slammed his pelvis into my head and I could feel and taste one
last squirt escape from him.  I had no idea what cum was suppose to taste
like, but as I felt his cock stop twitching and throbbing in my mouth, my
main thought was how I wanted to taste him all over again.



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  Well that is chapter One. Yes I was the man on the beach who witnessed
three boys bury their friend and build what was a very accurate sculpture
of an erect cock. I did take some pictures of the event and talked to two
of them but didn't really get their email or send them pictures. (I just
wrote that to set up a later scene in my little erotic story.)  They have
since been deleted.

For those who read my last story ( Teaching Elliot and Sara at the
Lakehouse, in bi sexual/ incest) you already know I don't like a story that
goes on more then 5 chapters. Even though I broke that rule with that
story, I do not intend to write more then 5 chapters here.  I hope you
enjoyed, and I promise much more boy/boy/boy action in the next
installment.