Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2011 14:06:12 +0000
From: spasm2 (at) hotmail (dot) com
Subject: Seaside Memories #2

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Seaside Memories #2

	If you happened to walk along the beach the opposite way from my
grandmothers house, towards the estuary and the town, eventually you hit
what passed for amusements: rusting swings, crazy golf and a low white
painted building from within which could be heard the monotonous rhythmic
murmur of a non-stop bingo session. Johnny Bingos, as this was known
locally, opened right onto the most popular section of the beach; selling
ice cream, dubious burgers and candy floss to the hungry hoards. They also
had a room full of slot machines and games, and tucked right in the back in
a dark corner were a couple of scruffy pinball machines.

	Tatty they might have been, but the grubby, slack-jawed youth who
dispensed change from a little booth, and administered the open fisted
clout that was sometimes required to coax a reluctant machine to
co-operate, was also the maintenance technician, and in this case at least,
kept his dilapidated charges in excellent playing order.

	I had discovered these venerable tables the previous year, and
whilst I was by no means addicted to the game, I found that when I was
playing, all other distractions melted away as I concentrated on keeping
the silver ball in play. Sometimes, on the hottest days, it was good to
escape the scorching rays (no sun block back then) retire to the relative
coolness of that ill-lit corner and play a few games.

	Of course, back in the day, I didn't possess the sort of funds that
would have allowed me to play the tables as much as I'd have liked, but I
was just as happy on the beach; walking on the sands and playing in the
rock pools. My little adventure a few days earlier had given those
activities a new piquancy, and I have to admit that I was more than a
little distracted. I had spent several days wandering on the banks, and
hanging out in the little cove in the hope that my new friends would put in
an appearance. Other than an almost permanent erection and an ever
deepening tan, I had gained nothing from these efforts.

	Most days I would find a time to climb up to my little niche, strip
off my clothes and replay the episode that was filling my mind, while I had
a slow and delicious wank. Other than the brief sighting I'd had of Tommy
from the bus, the other boys had vanished as thoroughly and mysteriously as
they had arrived, and their continuing absence was beginning to obsess me.

	My family were mystified by my abstraction, my grandmother
expressing the opinion that; `the laddie's fair sickening for
something'. As ever, she was near the truth, I was filled with a
near-feverish erotic desire to spend more time with the boys, as I have
previously recorded. Back at our home in London, I was just beginning to
make discoveries about sex and my sexuality and the open and uninhibited
way Stu and Tommy had celebrated their pleasure with me had pushed so many
buttons that I had gone into a sensory overload. I'd decided that I liked
it very much and I wanted more.

	On this particular day the sun was strong and bright in the sky and
I had opted out of a family day out to Edinburgh, I'd woken up feeling very
horny, my morning erection omnipresent in my pyjamas. I knew that whatever
else I might be thinking of doing, at some point later in the day I'd be
dropping my pants in what I had come to think of as my wanking place. Once
my cock had subsided a bit I wandered into the sitting room, ignoring the
flurried activity as the rest of my family prepared to depart. My
Grandmother was seated in state, as everyone bustled around her; fixing me
with her fierce blue eyes she addressed me:


		`If you're not away to Auld Reekie with the rest of them,
what mischief are you getting up to today?' she asked, waving her walking
stick regally.


		`Nothing,' I answered, `thought I'd go along the banks
again.'


		`Have you still not found anyone to play with?' she
pressed.


		`No, there's no-one.'


		`Your mother said you'd met a boy on the beach last week,
can you not meet up with him? It's not healthy spending all this time on
your own.'


		`I've only seen him once since then, in town; from the bus,
I suppose he must have gone home.'



		`That's a shame,' she said, `tell you what, why don't you
go and have an ice cream and a bit of a go on the machines at Johnny
Bingos, that'll cheer you up.' She pressed a 50p coin into my hand.


		`Thanks very much,' I said. Actually, that seemed like a
really good idea, in this glorious weather the beach outside would be full
of families, and a little innocent talent spotting might help to fuel my
fantasies for later.

		`Well, away you go and get your clothes on, the day's
a-wasting,' she instructed.


		`I know,' I said, `and I expect you've got some of your old
biddy friends coming round to drink tea and gossip and you want me out of
the way.'


		`Less of your cheek, young man, you're never too old for a
smacked bottom,' she replied, with a twinkle in her eye.


		`You'd have to catch me first,' I replied, dancing out of
the way of her flailing stick.

		Honours even, I went back to my room to dress, not that
this presented too many choices. I opted for one of my new pairs of pants;
a smooth bikini style brief, pale blue with a white trim, they felt smooth
and silky against my skin, and as I pulled them on I could feel my cock
stiffening up again. I opened the wardrobe door to check them out in the
mirror, they looked good, and my semi-hardness was plain to see through the
fine fabric. Over my new pants I pulled on my white cotton shorts and
finished my dressing with a sleeveless yellow t-shirt that showed off my
tanned skin nicely. Then, once I'd put on my sand shoes I was ready to face
the world.


		Stepping from the relative coolness of my Grandmother's
house into the daylight felt a bit like walking into a bonfire, the sun was
scorching, and I could already feel it reddening my shoulders as I walked
down the steps towards the beach. There were already several families
staking out their territory with stripy nylon windbreaks, and as the tide
was still on the way out, there wasn't much beach yet for them to spread
out in. I eagerly scanned the tideline, looking, without much hope it has
to be said, for my two pals from the previous week. Jingling my money in my
pocket, I decided to give Johnny Bingos a try, I hadn't had a game of
pinball for days and the sun really was getting very hot.


		The interior was predictably murky and smelling of chip fat
and hot sugar as ever. I was pleased to see that no-one was on either of
the pinball machines, I was always a solo player, and hated to be watched
when I was playing. There were some older boys who came in sometimes, and
would put stacks of coins on the glass to reserve the tables for the rest
of the day. I always packed up when they came in; they would bash the
tables around and make loud and unfunny comments about the other players,
old fashioned gamesmanship I suppose, but not much fun when you were on the
receiving end. I settled myself at my favourite table, and started to play,
my luck was in, I was playing well and soon I slipped into the almost
Zen-like state when everything around me blurred and slipped into the
background and all I was truly aware of was the silver ball.


		After a couple of games, and I had beaten my high score
(although I still wasn't up among the greats), I gradually became aware of
a new noise coming from the other part of the playing room, the bright bit,
where all the slot machines were. It took me a moment or two to identify
the unfamiliar sound, but after a moment or two I realised that it was the
air hockey machine, and what I could hear was a couple of high energy
players slamming the plastic puck around the playing surface. Judging by
pitch of their voices, they were probably about my age, I was intrigued,
but not enough to stop my game just yet.


		I had been annoyed to discover that I wasn't the only
player that morning, and doubly so when another older boy put a couple of
shillings on my table top, indicating that he wanted to play that machine
once I had completed my game. As it was, my run of success was running out,
and with no replays left, I abandoned the machine to the other lad,
intending to return later if I felt like it.


		I didn't fancy the one-armed bandits, so I decided to get
an ice and head back out onto the beach. As I turned past the wall of slot
machines to go into the other part of the building, I stopped dead,
transfixed; bending low to reach across the air hockey table, and wearing
only sand shoes and a pair of very low slung and rather skimpy white
Speedos was my erstwhile companion Tommy. His dark haired opponent, dressed
as revealingly as his friend in pale red trunks, was Stu; I had stumbled
upon my friends once more. The vision of Tommy's cute cheeks jigging from
side to side, his legs spread wide as he bobbed and weaved, lunging to
smack the puck into Stu's goal mouth, was quite mesmerising, I wanted to
get my hands on him right there. His concentration on the game made him
completely unselfconscious about the effect he was having on any
onlookers. In my case, the immediate effect was to give me an instant
hard-on, and, given that my new nylon pants were sheer and my shorts were
worn and close-fitting, this w as probably rather obvious.

		I leaned against the machines, and watched them as they
continued to play; Air Hockey is a time limited game, so I knew it was only
a matter of waiting for them to finish. The two boys had tanned since I
last saw them, although the tell-tale flash of white skin at their
waistbands as they bent over suggested to me that they had probably been
with their families, no naked sunbathing for them. The characteristic groan
of an air compressor winding down indicated that their game was over, and
the boys straightened up, stretching their arms.

		Before they had a chance to react, I stepped into the room
and slapped a shilling on the table; `Alright if I play with you?' I said
easily, although my heart was thumping with desire.

		Tommy looked at me, and after a millisecond, he flashed a
huge smile, his teeth gleaming white against his tanned face; `Hi, we've
been wondering what happened to you.'

		`Funny thing, I was wondering the same myself.'

		`You can play,' Stu chimed in, `but there's only two at a
time on this table, if you wanted to play with both of us, we'd have to
think of something else.'

		`Did you have anything in mind?' I asked, leaning back
against the table.

		`Not particularly,' Tommy answered, `but it does look as
though you might be thinking of something.' He nodded towards my shorts, I
hadn't forgotten that I was sporting a stiffy, but somehow it felt entirely
natural in these circumstances. I was thrilled to notice that both he and
Stu were starting to get stiff too, the scanty material of their Speedos
leaving little to the imagination.

		`P'raps we should get out of here then,' I suggested,
`fancy a dip?'

		`Yeah, why not,' Stu answered, `we've no more money left
anyway.'

		Chattering, like the schoolboys we were, we made our way
out of Johnny Bingos, as we crossed into the blinding sunshine, a voice
called from the back of the room; `Stuart, mind you're not late for your
tea.'

		Stu groaned; `My auntie, she's spotted me.' He called back
to her; `Aye, I'll not be late, see you later.' This seemed to satisfy her,
as there was no response.

		Outside, the sun was strong and the tide was a long way
further out, the sea was dotted with figures, splashing in the chilly
water. `What shall we do?' I asked.

		`Let's go along the coast a bit,' Tommy answered, `that big
tidal pool should be nice and warm, and we can have a paddle together
without being overlooked, unless there's another pervert watching us from
the banks, of course.' He grinned naughtily at me, his erection still
clearly visible as a ridge across the front of his white Speedos, hopefully
an indicator of pleasures yet to come.

		`Yeah, let's,' I agreed, pulling off my t-shirt to take
advantage of the sunshine before we set off along the beach. `What happened
to you two?' I asked, `I've been looking out for you.'

		Tommy groaned; `there was a wedding, one of my dopey
cousins. That was when you saw me from the bus, the whole family went crazy
for a week, there was no way I was going anywhere.'

		`and my auntie decided that we should go visiting too,'
chimed in Stu, `so we hav'nae been avoiding you, this really is the first
day we've been let off the leash.'

		`I was worried that I'd frightened you off,' I explained,
`I had such a good time with you.'

		`Don't worry,' Tommy said softly, and rather awkwardly
stroked my naked shoulder, the still unfamiliar touch of his hand on my
sun-warmed skin was electric, and I shivered with a frisson of pleasure,
`we missed you too, it feels great doing stuff with the two of us, but we
both reckon three is even better.'

		I suddenly felt incredibly happy, all my doubts and fears
melted away, they hadn't been avoiding me, and we hadn't done anything
wrong. Better still, we all wanted to do more together, this could be the
best summer yet. We made our purposeful way towards what I was already
thinking of as our cove, splashing through sun-warmed pools and across
stretches of firm white sand until we came to the seemingly formidable
folds of sedimentary rock that formed a natural barrier to the isolated
bay. In truth, they were an easy climb; the seaweed covered rocks looked
much more forbidding than they actually were, and presented little
challenge to a teenage boy. In my role as voyeur, I took up the rear,
enjoying the views as Stu and Tommy scrambled ahead of me, their parted
legs showing flashes of their healthy bulges, and their low-slung Speedos
offering tantalising glimpses of their bum cracks as they clambered down
onto the hot sand. I was getting turned on all over again, not
surprisingly, and, once I had climbed down I kicked off my sandshoes and
leaned back against a warm slab of pink limestone to take in the scene.

		`Come on in,' Tommy commanded, `the water looks lovely.'

		Indeed it did, our natural pool was blue and clear, the
sandy bottom gently shelving down towards a deeper end. The other two boys
didn't wait for me, just kicked off their shoes, galloped down the sand and
splashed noisily into the water. Feeling a little overdressed by
comparison, I pulled off my shorts and dropped them next to my shoes. I
thought for a moment; I'd give them the benefit of my new pants, they felt
good to me, and my cock was already stretching their fabric. I chased down
the sand after the others and crashed into the water to join them.

		`Wow,' Stu said, eyeing up my stiffy, `those look good, are
they comfy?'

		`Yeah, they're really soft, it's the same sort of fabric as
your Speedos, only a bit thinner.'

		`May I?' Tommy asked.

		`Be my guest,' I answered, smiling, after all, this was
what I'd been dreaming about for a week. The boys didn't need any more
encouragement, and moving closer began to run their hot hands over my
body. I shivered with pleasure as I felt their soft fingers stroking my
cheeks, and I could feel my cock straining against the soft material. For
the moment they were confining their investigations to my cheeks, but I
felt no such inhibition, and boldly stretched out my hands to sample the
contents of their Speedos. Both boys were stiff and hard by now, and their
cocks were tenting the nylon away from their bodies. I slipped a hand in
through the side of each boy's swimmers, curving my fingers to cup their
balls, before moving round to slip my fingers round each rigid column. The
boys pressed their warm flesh against my hands as I slowly started to wank
their cocks.

		At the same time I felt the first tentative exploration of
my tumescence, as Tommy stroked the tip of my cock through the soft
material. `Mmm, that feels so good,' I purred, `I've been thinking about
you both all week.'

		`Me too,' Tommy said, `I'm so glad we found you again.'

		`Yeah,' Stu agreed, flinging his arms around our shoulders
and giving us a hug, `and we've got so much to try.' He leaned heavily into
our embrace, and the unexpected lurch caused us all to lose our balance and
fall into the shallow water with a huge splash, collapsing in a warm bundle
of bodies and stiff members. Giggling, we disentangled ourselves and sat
back in a row in the water, our knees up and our thighs touching.

		`That's funny,' Tommy said, indicating my stiffy, `take my
advice though; you'd best not go swimming in those pants anywhere public.'

		I looked down, it was true, the water had made my nylon
pants almost transparent, and anyone looking at my erection could see all
the veins and the shape of my cock head very plainly. `Oh dear,' I said, `I
seem to be exposing myself.' The other two cracked up at my rather feeble
joke, I was just happy to be where I was, sandwiched between two sexy and
horny boys. `Perhaps we should get out of our wet clothes, wouldn't want to
catch a cold after all,' I continued, `and judging your arses we've all got
some work to do to catch up on our tans before we go mooning anywhere.'

		I stood up, and offered a hand to haul the others out of
the water, their wet Speedos were certainly not as revealing as my undies,
but even so, the sodden fabric clung attractively to every contour. Gravity
too had lent a hand, and both boys were revealing a line of pubic hair just
above the waistline. Tommy turned to face me, and slowly placed a hand on
each hip, slipping a thumb under the waistband on either side, before
kneeling down, carefully peeling off my sopping pants and pulling them down
to the sand. I stepped out of them, my cock swinging close in front of
Tommy's face, it felt great standing naked in the air. I helped Tommy back
up again, my erection brushing against his body as he stood up, `time you
had a little air too,' I said, and hauled his Speedos down. Stu had been
standing a little way back, watching us strip, his fingers resting
nonchalantly on his bulge, `you as well,' I commanded, and with a grin, the
dark haired boy stepped closer, allowing me to make him naked too.

		I gathered up our soaking clothes, and spread them out on a
sunny rock to dry, watched by both boys; seized by a spontaneous feeling of
affection, I put my arms round them both and before they could react, I
kissed them each in turn on the lips. Predictably, they squirmed away,
years of avoiding your grannies goodnight kiss is hard to overcome in a
moment. `Wait a minute,' I said, `let's try that again.' I clasped my hands
behind Stu's head and pulled him towards me, a momentary resistance, then
his lips met mine and we kissed properly, my fingers caressing his
hair. `There now,' I said, breathlessly, once we had disengaged, `that
wasn't so bad was it?'

		`No,' he squeaked, `it felt great, you should try it
Tommy.'

		Tommy was standing a little way off, a slightly nervous
smile on his face, and his blonde hair ruffled by the gentle breeze. `Come
on,' I commanded, `pucker up.' With a look of resignation, he moved over
towards me; rather than jump straight in; I slipped my arms round him,
gently stroking his back and enjoying the smooth curve of his bottom before
I pressed my body hard against him, our stiff cocks rubbing against each
others bellies. Softly I brushed my lips against his, sensing his sharp
intake of breath as he pushed his penis against my crotch once more. I
nuzzled his face, delicately kissing the sweet curve of his lips before I
pressed my lips firmly against his. Tommy shifted his weight, pressing his
naked body even closer, and pushed hard against my lips, another moment,
his lips parted, and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. This was new to
me, and I liked it, opening my mouth wide, we tangled tongues. I could feel
the tingle in my groin, this was definitely a big turn-on to me, and
judging by the way Tommy was clinging to me, it was having a similar effect
on him.

		`Whoah,' I stammered, once I got my breath back, `that was
good, you should try it Stu, there's more to this kissing lark than meets
the eye.'

		`Aye, judging by the look of you, I think I just might.'
Shyly, he approached his friend, and rather awkwardly embraced him, Tommy
leaned into the hug and bent his head to meet Stu's kiss. I could see there
was real feeling in that snog, these boys had a bond that meant more than
just sex, and for a moment I felt a pang of jealousy, at that point I
hadn't experienced anything that deep, but hey, my whole life was in front
of me.

	        `Do you remember when you two held me down and tickled me
with a feather?' I asked, when they came up for air. They nodded mutely,
`well, I couldn't help noticing that some places were nicer to have tickled
than others, so I thought, as my punishment to you, for that cruel torture,
that I should do the same sort of thing to you. Except, I think I might try
kissing rather than tickling, it seems more sexy somehow.'

      		`What do you want us to do?' Tommy asked.

      		`Well, there's two of you, and only one of me, so I'll have
to try and distribute my retribution evenly. How about you lie down on the
sand, and I'll get in between you.'

      		`Ok,' Stu said, `will here do?' He indicated a hummock of
golden sand, free from stones and warmed by the sun.

      		`Looks good to me,' I agreed.

      		The boys grinned and stretched out on their bellies on the
beach, pillowing their heads on their arms. The hump in the sand pushed
their bottoms up in the air, not a situation that I was complaining about,
in fact it was perfect. Although I had threatened to kiss them all over,
the sight of their naked vulnerability gave me a number of other
ideas. Kneeling carefully between them, I took up a fistful of warm sand in
each hand, and allowing it to trickle slowly out, I sprinkled it over the
boys. I drew a fine line across their shoulders, then followed the line of
their spines down to their bottoms, scattering the sand across the tan line
just above the curve of their buttocks. Both boys wriggled in appreciation,
and I leaned back, admiring their cute cheeks, before I moved on to phase
two, I took advantage of my position to run my fingertips across their pale
bottoms, clearing the sand away paying special attention to where it had
settled in their cracks. They wriggled more, spreading their legs apart,
and giving me an opportunity to reach in and caress the fine hairs growing
on their balls. Their uninhibited wriggling had also exposed their pink
puckers, and before I moved on, I very softly stroked my fingers across
their hairless surfaces. Both boys writhed, with pleasure I assume as they
made no effort to stop me.

      		Time for phase two, I decided, and leaning forward, I
cleared the thick blonde hair from Tommy's shoulders before planting a
gentle kiss on the nape of his neck, I heard a quiet moan from him, and I
gave him another kiss before I turned my attention to Stu. He was much more
ticklish than his friend, and as soon as I pulled his hair to one side, he
began to wriggle. I kissed the warm skin of his neck, relishing the salty
taste and the perfume of an active boy, he giggled as I planted a series of
kisses across his shoulders, down his back and onto his bum cheeks.

      		`Mmm, that's nice,' Stu murmured throatily.

      		`What about me?' Tommy complained.

      		What about me!, I thought, I'm the one sitting up here with
my dick sticking out, and no-one paying it any attention. As soon as I
thought that, of course, I realised that I at least could take matters into
my own hands, as it were; grasped my cock firmly with one hand and gave it
a series of brisk rubs, ah the relief. My own situation taken care of for
the moment, I returned to the fray and repeated my odyssey of kisses down
Tommy's prone body, abstractly noting that he had a different but equally
attractive scent.

      		`Ok, time to do the other side,' I announced, and both boys
obediently rolled over, lying on their backs with their eyes shut against
the sunshine. The hump in the sand now rested under their bums, and the
effect was to project their erect cocks up towards the sky. Their tummies
and pubes were crusted with dried on sand, and I took a moment to brush the
particles off them. For the time being, I left their sandy cocks alone,
although I assiduously cleaned the sand off their ball sacks.

      		For the first time I was able to make a detailed
examination of the two boys, Tommy, a blondie like me, had pale brown
pubes, and judging by eye, his cock was slimmer but slightly longer than
mine; the tip was red even though his foreskin was still covering up the
glans, as I looked on, a cloudy drop of pre-cum oozed to the surface,
gleaming like a pearl in the suns' rays. His balls were tight and round,
and more or less the same colour as the tip of his cock, there were fine
hairs there, plainly visible in the sunshine. Stu, on the other hand, had a
chunkier organ, about the same length as mine, I estimated a fist and a
half, but a bit fatter and his pubes were much darker and he was much
hairier than his friend or I was. That being said, none of us was
especially hairy. He too was well lubricated, and the tip of his prick was
coated with sand. At the moment his balls were hanging looser than Tommy's
and quite a lot darker in colour.

		It was at that moment that I had a small stroke of genius;
you have to remember that up until then our sexual experience was limited
to vague references in slightly more risqué novels, imaginative fiction in
girlie magazines or the ill-informed speculation of the playground. I
didn't know what kind of schools the other two boys went to, but in my
all-boys grammar school the kind of sex that two boys could have together
was described in less than favourable terms like "fudge packing", or "shirt
lifting" both of which seemed to suggest that you ended up sticking things
up your bottom. I had noticed that both Stu and Tommy hadn't protested when
I had tentatively stimulated their anuses, so there was plainly something
in the idea, but it all seemed so tight that I couldn't imagine getting
anything thicker than a pencil into either of them. For the moment, then, I
couldn't see that becoming much of a goer, I would have to try and find out
more, but to be honest I wasn't sure how.

		Anyway, back to my subtle torture, I leaned over Tommy's
recumbent body, and softly kissed his chest, my hair tickling his nipples
as I moved down to kiss his flat stomach. He gave a gentle groan in protest
as I shifted round to offer the same service to Stu. Time to move things on
a touch, once I had planted my kisses on the boy, I leaned in again and
slowly began to lick his erect nipples. I could feel him quivering and
sensed that he was gasping quietly, as I continued to lick my way down his
torso until I reached his belly button. As has already been noted, Stu was
as ticklish as I was, and the area round his navel and below was especially
sensitive, his reaction was to wriggle around as I continued my torture,
his sandy cock jiggling attractively on the edge of my vision.

		I reached over and slowly ran my fingers along the length
of his shaft, brushing the sand away, Stu smiled without opening his eyes
as I gently wanked him.

		Ah well, I thought, it's now or never, I lifted my head up,
and opening my mouth wide, plunged down and engulfed Stu's hard length into
my mouth. I could taste the salt on him as well as the sweet taste of his
pre-cum. Stu gasped in shock, then, just as quickly settled back to enjoy
the sensation as I started to explore his cock with the tip of my tongue. I
sensed that Tommy had sat up, and was watching the show, this was confirmed
a moment or two later when I felt his hand reaching between my legs and
clasping my erection, without ceasing to blow Stu, I shuffled round to give
Tommy better access. To my delight I realised that Tommy had turned round
and was following my example, soon I felt his hot mouth sucking
enthusiastically on my cock. As Tommy had turned the other way, Stu too was
able to get in on the action, and the three of us formed a lusty
cock-sucking triangle.

		Had I been perched in my observation point up on the banks,
I think I would have been enjoying the show; three naked teenage boys
exploring and discovering their sexual identities was something you didn't
come across every day. To this day, I have no idea if anyone saw our
display, it turns me on to think that we might have. What I am certain
about, however, was that being a part of the action was more fun than being
a witness to it.

		As we lay there in the hot sand, I could feel the buzzing
sensation in my head that heralded my orgasm, from my close up position I
was fairly sure that Stu wasn't far off, his cock was very hard, and his
foreskin had pulled right back. I increased my sucking efforts, and was
rewarded by a splash of pre-cum. Tommy too must have sensed that I wasn't
far off and sucked harder, his tongue stimulating my glans. This was
enough, finally, to tip me over the edge, and I felt my back arching as my
cock erupted with spunk. Tommy, I think, was a little taken by surprise at
my cock squirting into his throat and I was dimly aware that it had slipped
from his mouth. My wriggling about started Stu off, and I sensed his body
stiffen and then felt a series of jets of come spraying against the back of
my tongue and into my throat. This was my downfall, rather than taste and
swallow, the unfamiliar experience caused me to inhale and I found myself
choking on my companions' come.

		I sat up abruptly, struggling to breathe, and with spunk
and tears pouring down my face. I felt someone slapping my back, and after
a moment or two I recovered my composure. The other boys (it was Tommy who
had slapped my back), were sitting up, watching me with a mixture of
concern and amusement as I gradually came back to normal.

		After a moment or two, I started to giggle.

		`What is it?' Stu asked.

		`Tommy's face,' I spluttered; the boy was covered in my
spunk, gobbets mixed with sand were matting his hair, and there were snail
trails running down his chest.

		`Yeah well,' he responded, `you're no oil painting
yourself, my excuse is that you came like a train, and I lost it for a bit,
what's your excuse?'

		I looked down, it was true, although I had meant to
swallow, when I choked most of Stu's spunk ended up sprayed over my chest
or dribbling from my mouth, `Ah well, at least it washes off,' I grinned,
`look at sunny Jim there, there's not a drop on him.'

		Stu smiled, `swallowed the lot, didnae want to waste
it. Mebbe's we should all get cleaned up?' He stood up, and extended a hand
to his friend, his still semi-hard cock swinging gently, and a last dribble
of jizz hanging from the tip. Tommy offered me a hand, and I hauled myself
to my feet, my legs were surprisingly wobbly. `Come on,' Stu said, `last
one in the water's a sissy.'

		Whooping and shrieking we raced down the beach, crashing
messily into the pool. I headed for the deep bit, sat down and splashed
water over myself, vigorously washing away the sand and spunk. Stu was
helping his friend to get clean, cleaning my sperms out of his hair with
hands full of salty water. I stood up and summoned the others to me;
`you'll need to wash your cocks.' I instructed, and suiting action to my
words, I pulled back my foreskin and rinsed away the remains of our
activity. Tommy and Stu came over and stood in front of me, and as it
seemed appropriate, I reached out and performed the same service for each
boy in turn. We were all still semi-hard, and as I held a cock in each
hand, I could feel them stiffening up again, as I was.

		`Oh-oh,' Tommy said, looking past me.

		`What is it?' I asked.

		`Winkle pickers,' he said, tersely.

		`Eh?' I said, baffled.

		`Folks collecting winkles off the rocks,' Stu answered.

		`Ah, and three naked boys standing in a pool with hard-ons
might attract attention,' I said.

		`Yeah,' Tommy said.

		If they had happened to be looking inland, the shellfish
collectors would have witnessed the spectacle of us boys, laughing as we
belted up the beach to the rock where our clothes had dried in the sun. A
moment, and our nakedness was covered up again, my regret being tempered by
the erotic vision of the two boys in their skimpy Speedos, their now
familiar bulges inadequately contained by the stretchy material.

		`Any idea what time it is?' I asked.

		`Dunno,' Stu answered, `but the sea's quite a long way back
in, and high tide is about 5.00 this afternoon.'

		`Didn't you say you'd be back for tea?' I asked.

		`Yeah, I suppose we'd better head back,' he answered.

		`My granny says "you're never too old for a skelp," when
I'm late back,' I added helpfully.

		`Your accent's terrible,' Tommy laughed, `is that where you
stay, at your Grans?'

		`Yeah, top end of Main Street, where do you stay?'

		`Same road, other end, down by the pub, and Stu stays at
his Aunties, the big white house behind Johnny Bingos.'

		We started scrambling back, the two boys had been staying
within about half a mile of me, I'd just been looking around in the wrong
places, ah well, there was plenty of the summer left.

		`When can we meet up again,' I asked.

		`I don't know, my dad's taking me away to go fishing
tomorrow,' Tommy answered, `but Stu's not doing anything, why don't you two
meet up, he can teach you how to play air hockey.'

		`Yeah, that'd be cool,' I said, `that sound ok to you?'

		`Yes,' Stu answered with a shy smile, I couldn't believe
that half an hour before I had been gobbling on his cock, `come and meet me
at Johnny Bingos tomorrow morning, don't worry about money, my Auntie lets
me play for free as long as I don't hog the machines.

		We had reached the end of the promenade, and this was where
our paths diverted, waving goodbye, I headed up the path towards my
grannies, and the other boys carried on along the prom. So, Stu was part of
the Johnny Bingos family, intriguing. One thing was certain, I had had a
memorable day, and hopefully tomorrow would be as exciting.