Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2006 15:27:35 -0500
From: spasm2 <spasm2 (at) mailandnews (dot) com>
Subject: Seaside Memories

        This story contains explicit sexual description, do not read on if
you are likely to be offended. Please feel free to distribute, although it
remains my intellectual property. Comments to spasm2 (at) mailandnews (dot)
com.

        Way back in the 70's when I was in my very early teens I was taken
away on holiday to the North-East, this was not in any way unusual, every
summer for as long as I can remember, the family would head North to what I
saw as my proper home.
        This was not the seaside, as such, although it was possible to buy
ice-cream. The north sea never gets warm, but the summer sun can be very
hot and I always used to tan very quickly. I used to spend my days
exploring on my bike, I'd travel for miles over the banks, watching the
birds, playing in the rockpools and rarely encountering another human.
        I had a favourite place to sit and watch the birds, high up above
the sea there was a place where the land had slipped a little, leaving a
sheltered spot with the rockface behind. Important when birdwatching
because then there was no silhouette against the sky. I would sit there in
the sun and watch Eider ducks bobbing in the surf, seals cavorting a bit
further out, and all manner of seabirds doing their thing secure in the
belief that they were unobserved.
        One day I was sitting in my usual position, idly watching the
wildlife through my dads binoculars, it was particularly sunny and I had
taken my short sleeved shirt off to take full advantage. All I was wearing
was a pair of thin white cotton shorts, white cotton underpants and a pair
of deckshoes without socks. Gradually I noticed that a couple of boys were
working their way along the rocky foreshore below me. This was in no way
unusual, the cove below was sheltered, warm and sandy, although it could
only be reached at low tide from sea level. It also featured a large and
deep rock pool that was marginally warmer than the sea.
        I ignored them and turned my attention back to the sea, all the
shyer wildlife had long since taken fright, but if these two didn't hang
around, then normal service would quickly be resumed. I glanced down into
the cove to see what they were up to, blast! Like me they had taken their
shirts off and were poking around at the high water mark, gathering
firewood by the look of it. From my vantage point I could see that they
were both about my age, one blond and tall, the other smaller and dark
haired, from the look of their torsos they hadn't been out in the sun that
much, their arms and necks were brown, but their chest were white. Like me
they were both wearing shorts and sandshoes, the blond boy had faded blue
shorts and the dark haired one was wearing pale brown. I looked down at my
golden brown chest by way of comparison and felt smug, forgetting that a
week before I would have been as pale. As they fooled around on the pinky
sand below, I felt curiously interested, all of my school friends were off
having their own family holidays, and I was on my own up here, with no
companions of my own age.
        After a while they obviously decided it was time to get in the
water, and chucking their sandshoes on top of their discarded shirts they
raced down to the water, even from my perch I could hear them shriek when
they ran into the water and start splashing about. They carried on in the
margins of the pool for a few minutes, until one of them, the blond boy I
think, pulled off his damp shorts and spread them out on a rock to dry in
the sun, a moment later his companion did the same, leaving the two boys
standing there in their pants. The blond boy had on a pair of white cotton
briefs, already clinging to his body from the splashed seawater, and his
companion had on a pair of blue pants with a red detail. I watched this
tableau with fascination, I had already hit puberty, albeit in a rather
confused sort of way, what I was sure of, however, was that I was very
turned on by underwear, either on me, or on other people. This public
striptease was turning me on a lot, and as I watched, I rubbed at my
erection through the thin fabric of my shorts. It was quite clear, through
the magnifying lenses of my binoculars, that the two boys were also
sexually quite well developed, the bulges in their pants were quite well
defined and the damp material was leaving little to my imagination.
        The two boys raced back into the water, right in this time, and
their horse play was, if anything, less inhibited than it had been before,
they wrestled and splashed, every now and again giving tantalising glimpses
of their bodies, wet underwear clinging to their crotches and their cute
boy bottoms. Eventually they came out of the water, their pants dripping
wet and hanging loose. They headed up he beach to where their clothes were
stashed, and were presented with the obvious dilemma of what to do, wet
pants with dry clothes? A bit of a no-brainer really, imagine my delight
when they both pulled off their pants and stood there naked for a moment,
their cocks were in a delightful state of semi-hardness (mine was rock hard
by now) neither seemed embarrassed, or to find this in any way unusual.
They spread their soaking wet pants out to dry on the same rock that had
served to dry their shorts, rather than get dressed, however, they decided
to race about on the sand to get dried off, allowing me to see as much as I
could ever have imagined. They even had a pissing up a wall contest against
the cliff face, the blond boys greater height giving him a bit of an unfair
advantage.
        Eventually though, they got bored with running about, and pulling
their shorts and shoes on, they gathered up their shirts and headed off
down the beach, leaving their pants spread out on the rock. This whole
delightful episode had taken about an hour, I been too gripped by the
tantalising events unfolding below me to pay much more than casual
attention to my own needs, but now that the boys had gone away I slipped my
shorts off, settled back and closing my eyes I began to replay the pictures
in my mind. As I teased my erection through the thin fabric of my pants I
fantasised about me and the two boys, about dressing and undressing,
feeling their erections pressed against mine, in short, I was well on the
way, and I was just about to pull my pants off and finish the job when I
was rudely awakened from my reveries.
        "Well, well, what have we here," came a voice, and at the same
moment, two bodies leaped on me,and pinned me to the ground, knocking all
the wind out of my lungs. It was the boys who had so entertained me, and
now, they had me pinioned to the ground, dressed only in a pair of cotton
pants, my arousal and what I had been doing about it all too evident.
        "So you're the pervert who's been watching us then?" The questioner
was the blond boy, despite their sun warmed bodies being pressed up against
me, I was feeling more than a little nervous, after all they had caught me
having a wank, which is a little revealing, to say the least, I decided to
try and brazen it out;
        "I don't know what you mean, I've only just got here."
        "Don't be silly," blondie interrupted impatiently, "we saw the
sunlight reflecting off your binocular lenses as soon as we got into the
cove. We just thought we'd give you a bit of a show, right Stu?"
        His dark haired companion, who hadn't spoken, shifted his body so
that he was sitting on my chest, his knees pressing my arms into the sand
so that I couldn't move, "Aye, that's right," he agreed in a soft
North-Eastern accent, "but for now, what are we going to do with you? Any
ideas Tommy?"
        "Hmm, let me think," Tommy replied, squatting down by his
companion, and incidentally, giving me a great view up the leg of his
shorts. Even in this extreme position, I couldn't fail to notice the fuzzy
development of blond hair around his cock and my cock, which had gone into
something of a decline, jerked into life again. This obviously caught his
eye, as a slow and wicked smile crossed his face, "I think you owe us some
entertainment, after all the work we put in keeping you amused."
        "What do you mean?" I stammered. He didn't say any more, just stood
up and disappeared from view. Stu said nothing, he was obviously the strong
and silent type, he was just big enough to hold me down, and anyway I was
liking the sensation of his skin pressing against mine.
        As I lay there, I suddenly became aware of a strange sensation at
my ankles, craning my head to see round Stu, I could just see a bit of
Tommy's back, he was plainly responsible, even though I wasn't entirely
sure what of. Abruptly, he stood up and walked back to me, in his hand was
a long feather, from a gull, I couldn't help noticing.
        "Let's see how you cope with this," he said, "Our Stu is well
ticklish, aren't you mate?" As he said that, he gently stroked the fine
hairs on the nape of Stu's neck with the feather, and he wriggled in
appreciation, I could see something growing in his shorts too. "Right," he
said, "your turn." He stood up again, and moved back down to his previous
position. Even though I knew what to expect, this didn't make things any
easier, I have always been extremely ticklish, and the boundary between
that and extreme sexual pleasure has always been very close. Fortunately,
perhaps, he started on the soles of my feet, my most sensitive spot, I was
unable to avoid struggling, and Stu was getting quite a bumpy ride,
something he was plainly enjoying as he got ever more obviously tumescent.
        Tommy obviously decided that giving me hysterical giggles was not
quite what he intended, and I felt the tip of the feather drift up the
inside of my leg, pausing at the back of my knee, another sensitive area,
causing me to draw my legs up to try and escape the questing torment. There
was a pause, and then the torturer continued his investigations, the light
touch, if anything even lighter now, drifted up my leg, and arrived at my
inner thigh. Bingo, he'd found a place that turned me into a quivering
jelly, apart from my cock, which was quite the opposite. He couldn't have
failed to notice the effect, and indeed, he must have been aware of what he
was doing to me, because he carried on giving my groin his undivided
attention, until I was so blissed out that you could have done anything to
me. Indeed, I wasn't more than casually aware that Stu had shifted off my
chest, and had taken over feather duties from Tommy. The feather continued
its journey, travelling lightly over my cock as it strained at my pants,
and then paused at the waistband, which he quickly found to be an area that
gave me as much pleasure as the inner thigh. All too soon, for me, the
torturer moved on up, and sitting astride me again, he started to play the
feather over my nipples.
        I groaned, in pleasure and pain, at the same time becoming aware of
a hand ever so gently following the route up my inner thigh, pausing only
briefly to revisit the areas previously tormented, it moved positively on
to stroke my erect cock, still stretching my white cotton pants. Once
again, Stu moved aside, leaving me a clear view as Tommy gave my erection
some special attention. Somewhere along the line he had lost his shorts,
and his cock was standing stiff and proud, he noticed me watching and
grinned at me.
        "Lucky we like perverts, really," he said, "we've been meeting up
here on our holidays for years, last couple of years though, we've found
another way to keep ourselves amused." Stu knelt down alongside his friend,
and putting his hand possessively on his cock smiled at me, all the time
Tommy continued gently stroking my erection.
        "Well," I said, feeling more relaxed, and putting my hands behind
my head "I'm game, if you are."  By way of an answer, Stu moved down and
knelt by my shoulder, I put out a lazy hand, and felt the erection pressing
at the front of his shorts. "Time that got some sunshine on it again," I
said, at the same moment pulling down his zipper and reaching for the
button at his waistband. He did nothing to prevent my action, and wiggled
his hips to allow the shorts to fall free, his erect dick momentarily
restricting their passage.  As Tommy continued to stroke gently at my cock,
I reached out and gently took hold of Stu's, he said nothing, but settled
back comfortably onto his heels as I began slowly to masturbate him. I
became aware that Tommy was tugging ever so gently at the waistband of my
pants, I shifted my hips to make it easier for him, and he pulled them
partway down, my cock pinging free over the waistband. At the same time, he
put one hand up the now slack leghole gently cupping my balls, and with the
other hand he took a firm grip on my cock. It felt fantastic, I had some
previous experience, I was a choirboy (although now that my voice had
broken this was in doubt), I went to an all-boys school, and as I have
previously documented I was discovering things about sex that at this time
were a little strange to me. This was the first time I had been involved
with boys of my own age who were uninhibited and sexually unambiguous, this
wasn't a furtive wank, this was open and in the open air.
        Meanwhile, the only person who wasn't getting any action was Tommy,
I could see his white bottom bobbing gently as he played with my cock, and
I could see his balls and the underside of his erect dick through the gap
in his legs as he bent over me. I sat up, and ran my hand gently down his
skinny back, over the soft globe of his buttocks and through the gap to cup
his balls. Tommy wriggled appreciatively and spread his legs apart, to give
me better access.
        "Come closer," I said, and Tommy shuffled backwards obligingly, not
ceasing his regular stroking. Now I was able to reach his cock, and after a
slow and careful exploration of his buttocks, I grasped it firmly, his
balls resting on the back of my wrist as I ran my fist up and down. So
there we all were, Tommy leaning forward over my crotch, one hand holding
him up, and the other gently stroking my erection, me, lying on my back,
left hand firmly grasping Tommy's cock, the other holding onto Stu's, he
leaning back on his hands, an expression of ectasy on his face as I worked
his cock.
        I hadn't masturbated so many times that I was completely sure of
myself, and in the circumstances, I beg to suggest that anybody might have
found it difficult to control themself.  As it was, I could feel the
pressure building up, opening my eyes I could see that Stu was going pink,
and all I could see of Tommy (his ears!) were also very red, by some kind
of mutual understanding we all started to pick up the pace, and we all
began to follow the same rhythm as we jerked away. All of a sudden, Stu
arched backwards, his cock spurting into my hand and over me, shortly
after, I began to feel that I couldn't hold out any longer and I felt my
come spurting out into the air and all over me and Tommy, that was enough
to set him off, and I felt his spunk spraying all over my stomach and the
pants that still hadn't quite come off.
        We laid there still, in a sticky huddle, unable to move for a bit,
eventually Tommy looked up from where he had collapsed, and said; "Well
pervert, I hope that's taught you a lesson, next time you go peeking on
innocent people just bear this in mind."
        For some reason I found this extremely funny, but once I'd stifled
my giggles, I sat up and replied; "I'm not sure I've learned my lesson just
yet, but I've certainly learned something today."
        Stu looked quizzically at me; "I think you'd better get cleaned up,
have you seen what you look like?"
        I looked down, my pants were half way down my thighs, translucent
patches of come all over them, my semi-tumescent cock was still dribbling
spunk over my thighs, and my tanned chst and stomach were liberally
splattered with sperm from all three of us. By comparison, the other two
boys were quite neat; sweaty and flushed, their cocks still red and
slightly erect , but I was definitely the messy one. The two boys stood up
slowly, and pulled me to my feet between them, Tommy reached down, and
gently pulled my sticky pants right off, mopping the worst of the spunk off
me with them.
        "Let's go down and wash up," Tommy said, and we made our way down
the path to the beach, plunging naked into the rock pool we rinsed each
other down with the warm water, the saltiness stinging our tender cocks as
we washed the last bits of spunk off our skins. I tried to wash my pants
out in the pool, trying very hard to get the come out of it, there would be
all sorts of awkward questions if I tried to sneak them into the laundry as
they were. Once I'd got them fairly clean I spread them out on the rock
with the other boys pants which I felt were now dry. The other two boys
watched me feeling their pants with great amusement; "do you want us to put
them on for you?" asked Stu, balancing on one hip, his wispy pubic hair
still sticking to his skin with the seawater.
        I went over to him, and ran my hand over his body; "not while
you're still soaking wet, let's have a run about to dry off, then maybe
we'll see."
        After a bit of a run around, we gathered up our clothes, my pants
were still wet, so I put my shorts on without them, and yes, before the
boys got dressed, I was able to have a good feel, and we all got quite
turned on again. We all had to be back at our various homes for tea, so
there wasn't much opportunity for fond farewells, not that boys are very
good at that sort of thing. I went home in a daze, and realised very soon
that they hadn't told me where they were staying, if they would be back, or
even if they wanted to do it again.
        The next day, I raced off on my bike but they didn't show up, I
searched the whole beach for them, but there was no sign. Nor was there any
the next day, or the day after that. My parents noticed I was moping, and
insisted on dragging me into town to buy clothes, this was quite effective,
as I managed to get them to buy me some stretchy nylon underpants along
with the usual jumpers etc that we all had to wear. As we crossed the road
bridge in the bus I was staring out of the window and finally I spotted
Tommy, he was part of a group of adults and other children, and was dressed
very formally. I banged on the window, and eventually he looked up,
realised who I was and smiled. I pointed towards the beach, and put my
hands up in a questioning sort of way, he mouthed; "I dunno, soon," back at
me.
	"Who was that?" my mother asked.
        "Oh, just someone I met on the beach, I was hoping he'd come again,
that's all." I said, my heart racing.

	May be continued....