Toy Boy : by © Hamilton Joyce     Mm

It was in the summer of 1995 that I really got lucky!

I have saved his profile page to disk the way it was when I found it, and often look at it even now. The photo shows him standing on our beach near where there are often two small fishing boats hauled up. He is squinting a bit into the sun, but his mouth has that wide happy grin I came to love so much. And his body was beautiful, so nearly naked in skimpy, tight swimming trunks. I can zoom in on his bulge and there is the shape of his pretty little cock. My own cock has stiffened as I start writing this just thinking about him. He was sun-tanned at the end of a long, hot summer, and the white of his trunks was dazzling against the bronze of his skin. When I first saw his photo I wondered if his arse would be that same contrasting white, or whether he had an all-over tan. 

I met him through my son, indirectly. Jonah was at university by then, and he had suggested I sell some of the childish stuff in his room and send the cash on to him. The best items were two Star Wars model figures, which looked like rubbish to me, but were apparently valuable collectibles.  

The auction ended on a Thursday evening, and the figurines were won by a guy called Jason Phipps. He paid immediately electronically. When I checked the address I saw he lived in the same small seaside town as myself. I decided to contact him using the auction facility.

“Hi, shall I hand the figures over to you in person? I live near you. They’re a bit fragile and it would be safer than mailing, and I would return your postage to you. Harry.”

He was still on line and the reply was almost instant. “Hi, Harry. Sounds good. Was worried about damage in post. Jason.”

His email address showed he was Yahoo, and on an impulse I decided to check to see if he used Messenger. He did, and there was the profile page that still obsesses me. My eyes were riveted to the picture as I have said, but I read the brief profile notes. He seemed a solitary sort of boy: his interests were not those of a team player. He was into sailing, bird-watching and collecting Star Wars memorabilia. He was on-line as it happened.

Using one of my ‘decent’ ids (I have several I use for very private matters!) I contacted him.

“Hi, Jason. I’m the guy with the Star Wars figures for you.”

“Great”.

“I recognise that bit of beach where your profile pic was taken. My pic is quite close.”

“Checking it out now.”

That p;articular profile had a pic of me dressed almost exactly as Jason had been. But my trunks were scarlet.

“You know the coffee shop near the bandstand?”

“Yes.”

“We could meet there. Outside if it’s fine, inside if it’s rainy. You got a webcam?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll switch mine on. Make sure we recognise each other. Photos not so clear really.”

“K. Me too.”

I quickly stripped my shirt off and smoothed my hair down. My image came up on screen, and then his. He hadn’t that wide grin this evening, and looked a bit shy to me. But just as handsome, though a white shirt covered the more exciting features.

“You’re very good looking, Jason. I bet you’ve got lots of girlfriends.”

“Girls don’t do anything for me. Can’t stand them.”

“You’re like me then. I’ve no time for them either.” First lie of the evening! In fact I’m bisexual, but to be honest since Julie left me three years ago I’ve been mostly gay. And when surfing the net it’s pics of young male bodies I seek out, not female. I love cocks so much more than cunts nowadays. But I still like some female pussy from time to time. “Any case I’m a bit shy.”

“Oh, are you?  Jeez. Then you’re like me. I’m so shy I blush. I hate it.’

‘I used to blush, but that’s gone now. But I’m still shy.” Second lie of the chat session! I’m bold, really, almost a sexual predator. “It’s difficult making friends even boys or men. And I never know what to say. I’m alone a lot.”

“Me too. I see a guy I’m sure I’d like and we’d be good friends, and I’m just too shy to talk. And if I do I blush and I’m ashamed of that.”

“ I know how you feel. But you’re a very handsome boy all the same.”

“Thanks. You said that b4. You’ve got a good body too. Handsome. You look strong.” Now he smiled that devastating smile at me.

“Thanks, Jason. I try to look after it. Looks as if you keep active, sun-tan and all.” I looked again at his profile. I let my urgent cock free from my pants, making sure the cam was still focused above the waist. I read the profile again quickly. Here, lurking at the bottom, his favourite sites’ urls. Well, I’ll be damned!

“Hey Jason. That last site you have on your profile. Is it good?”

“Oh shit. I meant to take that off. Shouldn’t be there. I pasted and copied the wrong one last night. Should be a Star Wars fan site. Shit! I’m careless sometimes. What if someone saw it?…” The smile had left his face and he looked concerned.

“Someone did, but I don’t mind. I like to surf for porn sometimes too. Most guys do. Looks like one of those you have to be 18 to join ...”

“That’s why it shouldn’t be there. I lied to them and used Dad’s credit card number for id. I’m taking it off my profile now. It won’t be there when you look next.”

“I’ve copied the url. I’m going to look at it later. Sounds my sort of site.”

“It’s for gays….”

“That’s what I mean, my sort of site.”

“Jeez! You don’t look like that.”

“I think I look like that.”

“I sometimes wonder. I mean whether….”

“That’s normal I used to worry about it. I don’t now.”

“Jeez! I can’t believe I’m chatting like this. How old are you, Harry?”

“I’m 28. How old are you, Jason?”

“I’m 14.” Precum was oozing from my cock now. Fourteen, and probably gay! And certainly a virgin! “I’ve gotta go now. Mother’s in and out the room. Catch you here same time tomorrow night and we’ll fix up the handover.”

“OK. Bye for now, Jason.”

“Bye, Harry.”

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I’m a commercial artist, and I work mostly in my studio at home. It’s a good living once you’re established. I had plenty to do the next day, but I kept returning to Jason’s profile. At seven in the evening I signed into Yahoo. He was already on line.

“Hi Harry.”

“Hi Jason. I just wrapped up your models.”

“Cool.”

“I checked out that site.”

“Oh my God! It’s gross isn’t it?”

“I liked it.”

“Me, too. But it’s still gross.”

In my mind’s eye I imagined that pretty fourteen year old boy looking at images of guys sucking and fucking, of lovely hard cocks, of beautiful naked bodies in cheesecake poses. I wondered if he found muscle more exciting than boys his own age. I was hard, but then I had been most of the day. “I didn’t join.”

“Nor did I. There’s enough free stuff, and anyway you need a credit card. I used Dad’s as id, but couldn’t put a debit onto it.”

“Otherwise you would have? Well, perhaps we could use one of mine.”

“Oh my God! Could we. I mean I’ll have to think about that. Perhaps for one month. Jeez! I’ll need to think about it.”

“ OK. Which set did you like most? Of the free ones.” I switched on my webcam, and his came up a second or two later. Like me he was naked to the waist this time. As he leaned forward to type, his nipples came into clearer focus. I longed to kiss him there. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I mean chatting to you like this, Harry. I almost feel I know you.”

“The webcam helps, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. You’re very handsome, Harry. You must work out a lot. And you got a smooth chest, no hair. Looks good, like some of the pics on that site.”

“Got a mini gym here, my place. And I have my chest waxed regularly.’

“Where’s that? I mean your place, not where you get a wax job. Lol.”

“Sutton Park.”

“Hey! Big houses there. Posh!”

“You got it.”

“I liked the set of the older guy with the twink. I downloaded it.Wish I could have seen the rest of it, but that was members only. Looked as if it was hot.”

“Me too. I mean I liked it, not downloaded. If it’s the same one.”

“It was this one, Harry.” The file he sent was a jpg of a guy kissing a boy. They were both naked. The guy was quite muscular but hairless, smooth and tanned.

“Lovely! The boy looks like you.”

‘Oh my god! And the guy looks like you, though you can’t see his face.”

“Looks like us. Lol”

“Jeez! Am I really doing this? I sometimes wonder …”

“It’s real. And you almost certainly are, gay like me, Jason.”

“Gotta go. Mother! Meet me outside the coffee place at eleven?”

“OK. Inside if it’s raining.”

“Cool.”

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I was another glorious sunny day. I showered and shaved carefully (I shave my cock, balls and arse, and have done since Julie left me and I became free to indulge that pleasure. Even when she was still with me I had my torso waxed. I’m blonde and never did have much body hair. As I used to say, if macho footballers can do that then I can.) I put on a t-shirt with the logo of some sportswear company or other on the front, denim shorts, and sandals with no socks. I did not wear underpants. If the day went as I hardly dared to hope, underwear would be an inconvenience in the way of pleasure.   

I was ten minutes early, but so was he.

I saw him from a hundred yards away, and could see how his pace quickened when he saw me waiting. He held out his hand, and blushed a bright scarlet as we shook hands.

‘I’m Harry.’

‘I’m Jason. And see how I blush. I hate it but can’t stop.’

“I think it looks very nice, Jason. And I was right, you are as handsome in the flesh as on cam. I’ve got the figures in here. Let’s go inside, I’ll get us a drink and you can check them over.”

We both had cokes, and sat with our backs to the room, looking out over the promenade. He opened the bubble wrap and inspected each one minutely.
“You’re right. They’re perfect. Don’t often see the early ones in this condition. Dad got them for me for my birthday.”

“So you’re only just fourteen then, Jason. You look quite grown up for fourteen.”

“Yesterday.”

Hidden by the table I placed my hand on his thigh while we chatted. He flinched, but did not move away. In fact he came closer on the plastic-covered bench till our thighs were touching.

‘You like sailing?”

“Mm. Dinghy down by the old fort.”

I was gently stroking his thigh now, just where his shorts ended. It was silky smooth, and felt warm to my touch.

“I’d like to see it.”

“Ok, It’s only twenty minutes walk along the beach.”

I took a chance and let my hand rest on his crotch. I could feel the hard there. No-one was near us. The café was still empty and the owner was fussing with his coffee machine. “That’s a nice boner you got there. Did I do that?”

I was hoping he’d feel for mine. He did not!

“ Jeez! I don’t know about this. I mean. Suppose…” He moved a bit away from me and I removed my enquiring hand. “I’ve finished my drink. I’ll show you my dinghy.” He was wrapping the figures again.

“Leave them in my car boot for a bit. Safer than carrying them along the beach.’ As we got up I tousled his glossy black hair, running my hands through it.

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Walking along the beach we chatted. His shyness had gone now, but I was the one doing most of the talking. I kept returning our conversation to gay matters. Once we got clear of the town and promenade, I held hands with him, and then draped an arm over his shoulders. After a bit, his arm slipped hesitantly round my waist, and we walked along like that. I longed to stop and kiss him, but knew I had to play this long and gradual, building his confidence, and slowly getting him used to the idea of ‘actually doing it.’

It was a small boat, but ok for two people.

“Take her out, Jason? Lovely day for it.”

“Can you sail, Harry?”

“Oh yes. Been doing it for years. Sailing too!”

He loved my silly innuendo and his face creased in that grin. “OK, I’ll take you out. Shouldn’t really as no life jackets.”

“I’m a strong swimmer, Jason.”

“Me too. That’s ok then.”

The tide was nearly low and we had to push the boat down the beach. It was no weight.

In the boat we both stripped to the waist. There was enough wind for there to be spray, but the sun was very warm. Seagulls whirled and cried overhead, interested in anything new. He was a good sailor and we tacked up the coast, and then came flying back down with the wind in our sail. As he reached up sometimes I could see his arse-cleavage. He seemed to be tanned all over. My cock was making a tent, and I’m sure he noticed, just as I could see the bulge in his shorts.

“Mind if I strip off? Keep my tan up?” I did not wait for an answer, but undid the button at my waist , unzipped, and let my shorts fall to the deck. I was half-hard.

“Jeez, I can’t believe this. All-over tan”’ I could see a decision in his eyes. He handed me the tiller and loosened his own shorts, dropping them to his ankles and kicking them off over his trainers. He stood there a moment with all the beauty and sexual promise of a fourteen- year –old boy. His cock was small of course, but it stood up prettily with its fringe of light, fine black hair: how I love that tiny triangle of boyish golden or dark hair. I look for it in porn pics, and here it was for real. My speculation about his tan was answered: no tan-lines, an all-over bronze, smooth and silky. I wanted to kiss, to fondle him, but I had the tiller, and in any case this fish needed to be played before it was landed. He left me with the tiller and sat again. We were scudding along straight, and the sailing was easy for me, so he trusted me with the tiller. My cock stood now, almost painfully erect. “Have I done that? I mean that boner. Jeez, you’re big there!”

That lovely wide grin was back, and he seemed relaxed.

“And have I done that to you? That’s a good one you’ve got there, Jason. Not shy of me now! And I’m not shy of you, that’s certain.”

“I often beach on the sandbank for a bit when the tide’s low.”

About half a mile off-shore the estuary had formed a shoal which at low tide was a large sandbank. Today it was inhabited by a group of black cormorants drying their out-stretched wings, no-one else.

“That’d be nice. Do some sun-bathing.”

“K. The cormorants won’t like it. They’ll have to move on.”

“They’re the ones people call ‘shags’ aren’t they?”

“You’re awful, Harry.” But he laughed and the wind drove us towards my paradise!

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We ran the dinghy up onto the beach and pulled it a few feet further.

‘Tide’s still dropping and doesn’t change for a couple of hours so the boat’s quite safe.” I held his hand as we took a few steps up the beach to where the sun had dried the mixed sand and broken shell. He gripped my hand slightly tighter, and it was if an electric shock went through my body from my hand to my cock. That tiny gesture convinced me, and I took him in my arms. Naked we embraced. I remember caressing his arse and back as our lips met, parted, met again, nibbling at each other. His hands were both on my arse, one on each cheek, and pulling me onto him. Our cocks rubbed together, our tongues battled for possession of each other’s mouth. I ran my hand through his wavy black hair and murmured how handsome he was, and how I had longed for this. He had both arms round my neck, and looked me in my eyes, close. His eyes I noticed for the first time were deep and dark. “I’ve never done this before, Harry.”

It was a plea. Two pleas really. One that I should be gentle with him. And secondly, above all, that we should make love. We lay on the beach. I looked at him a second as he lay on his side, so slender and smooth. I moved closer and kissed him again on the lips. As I caressed his chest I moved my mouth to his neck, and kissed the smooth flesh there, and now down to his chest, licking. His nipples were nut brown. I took one between my lips and nibbled, then licked round it, then nibbled again. It stood like a tiny seed, hard between my lips. I licked and nibbled the other one. He groaned.

“Oh Jeez, Harry. That’s nice.” He had one hand in the small of my back, and was feeling the muscles of my shoulders with the other.

I licked round his navel, penetrating it with my pointed tongue. He giggled.

‘That tickles, but it’s nice.”

Down now with my tongue tracing circles on his tummy, firm and flat but not yet muscled like mine. His pretty cock stood for me and I could see it as I kissed his belly and nuzzled into the fine, black pubic hair. His parents had had him circumcised I could see. It was straight, tanned like the rest of him, and had the sweetest helmet, pink and inviting. But I started with his balls, tight inside their bag. The skin was crinkly. I love it when balls are tight like that. I licked them with the point of my tongue, and kissed them. They were small enough still for me to get both in my mouth, and I did. Then I ran my tongue up the shaft of his cock, at the front where it’s most sensitive. It twitched delightfully for me, and did so again when I ran my pointed tongue round the base of his knob.

It was time. I slid my lips over his knob, and held it there a moment.

He was holding my head in both hands.

“I can’t believe this. Oh my God, it’s really happening.”

I slipped the whole four inches into my mouth until my nose touched his pubic fringe. I heard him sigh, and felt his hips rise slightly to meet me. I knew it would not last long, and intended to savour every moment. I stroked his belly and chest while I bobbed up and down on his cock, making sure his first sex would be good. And it was!

“Oh my God! I’m coming. I’m coming, Harry.”

His hips moved up and down in rhythm with my bobbing head as I knelt over him. Then I felt the first rush of his silky cum as it filled my mouth. I swallowed, and held his cock there in my mouth, feeling it throb and twitch as his orgasm subsided.

“Thank you, Jason. That was lovely for me. And you were really loaded up! Lots for fourteen.”

“I didn’t wank last night. I sort of hoped you might! Well, you know.”

“It was real good.” He had his hand on my cock as we whispered to each other.

“I never knew how good it was. Now I’m sure I’m gay.” 

I knelt over him, one hand on my cock, the other stroking his smooth chest. Savouring these moments I jerked my cock slowly, gently. It was getting too much for me. I cupped my balls in one hand and jerked my cock franticly. His deep, dark eyes were looking at me in wonderment, almost adoration. That smile was on his lips. I looked down at that lithe, tanned body, and wondered what I had done to deserve such luck. Fourteen, beautiful and gay! I felt my orgasm building. Then I came, a fountain of cum splashing up over his chest. Then another the other side of his chest, and a third, less copious, over his belly. The white streaks and globules were stark against his bronzed skin. The last oozes dropped onto his belly.

“Jeez! You got a lot, Harry.”

“So did you, Jason. But I cleaned it all up so there was no mess.”

“I thought it was nice.”

“I’m hot. Let’s swim”.

He was off down the beach, running, and I watched a moment enjoying his body. Then I followed. He was as he had said a strong swimmer like most boys around here, and I found it difficult to keep up with his lusty crawl. I did though, and when he stopped, we had the fun of holding each other in an embrace, and of course immediately sinking. We came up again, spluttering and laughing. I struck out for the shore again, and he followed.

“Hey! It was so big and now it’s tiny!” Coming, and the cold water had frozen my cock down to a walnut.

I laughed. “You’re the same.” I held his cock and balls easily in one hand as we kissed briefly.

Then we lay side-by-side, and congratulated each other on finding each other, and having such glorious sex. We kissed and caressed a bit from time to time, but less passionately now, of course.

In the afternoon sun we soon dried off.  Finally he got up and brushed off the shell and sand that had stuck to him while he was wet.

“You should let me do that.” It was exciting to brush my hands over his calves, thighs, buttocks, back and shoulders. I could feel life coming back into my cock, warmed by the sun and by the feel of naked boy-flesh. 

“I’ll do you”. Now I felt his hands brushing my body, continuing his caresses long after all the sand had fallen off. His cock was getting hard again too. “Hey! You’re hard again. Cool!”

He knelt in front of me in the sand, his arms around me, over my buttocks, pulling me onto him. Then he hunkered in front of me. I rumpled his hair as he sucked my nipples and licked round my belly-button. He was going to give me exactly what I had given him? Sure enough, his tongue tickling my balls, and then one ball in his mouth, and then the other.

“Oh, look. You’re coming a bit.”

I expect precum was oozing from my cock. I was hyper-excited, and not far from actually coming. I felt his tongue lick up the front of my shaft and then round the base of my knob. Then, almost tentatively, his tongue at the eye of my prick, tasting the liquid there. His lips closed round my knob. I groaned my pleasure. He managed to get quite a lot of my length in his mouth and was sucking and bobbing on it, gobbling as he had learned from me. He cradled my balls with one hand, and the other was round the base of my shaft.

His right hand abandoned my balls, and I could see him wanking at his own cock, hard and furious. Then I exploded. He gagged as I must have produced large amounts of cum after the excitement of the last two days despite the sex of an hour before. But he swallowed and sucked as I spurted and spurted again in his mouth. He let me rest in his mouth after, as I had him.

He looked up at me, contented, but his hand was still working away at his prick. He let my cock slip from his mouth, his face contorted, his eyes shut, and I watched him spurt, drops falling into the sand.

I lifted him to his feet and kissed him. ‘Thank you, Jason, that was lovely. You sucked me so well.”

“You still had lots.” 

“We’re going to have to move the boat. The tide’s coming in.”

“A few minutes yet before it reaches.”

“Probably time for us to be getting back to shore.” I reached for my shorts and was putting them on. He watched me. Astoundingly his prick was hardening again. He’d come twice, and now within minutes that pretty little cock wanted some more. Oh to be fourteen when everything is new and exciting, and when the sexual energy seems to be limitless!

“Time for one more before we go.”

“It’s all right for you, but I’m twice your age, and it takes me a bit of time to recover. I’d need an hour at least, and we’ll be under water by then.”

His cock still made a tent under his shorts, as we put our footwear on.

“OK. But can we have some more tomorrow?”

Days, weeks, months of sexual pleasure stretched ahead of me in that moment. “I’d love that, Jason. At my place. I’ve a pool, we can laze about round it in the sun.”

“Cool. But I want to see the inside of your place too.” There was an almost flirtatious tone in his voice and manner. His grin was as wide as ever, but there was something coy and inviting about it.

“The bedroom mostly I expect!”

“You’re a sexy beast, Harry!”

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I was awake at seven. I shaved, showered, made myself breakfast, and it was still only eight. I wished I’d asked him to meet earlier than ten. I wandered around naked with an erection. I went to my studio and tried to work, but could not concentrate. I sat in front of the computer and looked at some porn sites. None of the boys was as sexy as my Jason. I went out in the garden and inflated a rubber mattress by the pool, covering it with a clean white bedsheet. I checked the pool for debris. None. I got a couple of large towels. I tidied my bed and bedroom. It was still only nine, but I crammed my cock into a pair of shorts, and selected a suitable young-looking t-shirt. I used the 4x4 to drive to the promenade.

The sea was like a mill-pond, and it was clearly going to be a very hot day. In more ways than one, I thought. I parked up and sat on the wall looking up the road in the direction he would come. Seagulls strutted up and down, assuming that anyone sitting there would be eating.

He was early, too. He surprised me, coming from behind me.

“I left my bicycle behind the café. It’ll be ok there, and it’s locked.”

He was dressed like any man’s wet dream! His tight, white top stopped short of his pretty belly-button, leaving two inches of tantalising bronzed flesh between it and his shiny white shorts. These were tight enough to show that fascinating bulge. He sat on the wall beside me.

“That’s a nice bulge you got there, Jason.”

He giggled. “Been thinking of you all night, Harry. Gave it a little work out from time to time. Don’t worry I stopped short each time. Saved it all for you.”

“I had the same problem, Jason. Wishing you were in bed with me.”

“Will be soon, I hope. Better not kiss here, I guess.”

“Lets get in the car.”

When I bought it the winter before I chose it partly because off its off-road strength, and partly for its bench front seat. Both are useful for the occasional night-time sexual adventures! I was glad of the seating when Jason sat pressed close against me. I felt his naked thigh against mine as I put it in gear and moved off,

“Nice lunch-box you got, too, Harry” He giggled and placed a hand lightly on my bulge. I got painfully hard immediately.

“Wait a minute or two, Jason. We’ve got a bit of shopping to do.”

I needed some beer and cokes, and we called in at an off-licence on the edge of town. I selected two cases of beer and one of coke, and checked out the guy running the place that morning. He was quite an eyeful! Just my type with his beach-sun-bleached long blonde hair, and his slender body. You could see he was fit, without being muscular. And what a cute arse, in his tight jeans, which hid little of his interesting bulge. He knew I was checking him over, and I could see him looking at my bulge too, where my erection must have been very evident. Jason was hard, too, and he got the same long, hard stare from the guy.

I had him load the cases into the car for me.

“Have a nice day.”

“Well, thank you. I rather think I’m going to.” I winked at him, and got a wink and a grin back. I decided I’d call back again some time soon and take this further!

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The tall gates opened automatically. (I just love technology), and I drove through the trees, parking up outside the garages.

“Jeez! This is some place you got here.”

We went round the house, mostly single-story ranche-style, and past the pool. I opened the big double windowed doors that in summer made the pool almost part of the house.

“We can kiss now, Harry.”

His arms were round my neck and his tongue in my mouth. He was as desperate for me as I was for him. We groped each other’s cocks, and I remembered how pretty and exciting his four-inch boy-cock had been. I wanted more.

“Out by the pool. In the sun.”

He laughed, and as I watched was pulling his shirt up over his head: there was only the faintest fuzz of black hair in his armpits. He kicked his shoes off, and as he pulled his silky shorts down I saw, like me, he had no underwear on. I expected him to return to my arms, and was thinking what an eager little lad this was, when to my surprise he ran past me, and entered the pool in a graceful racer’s dive. I walked out to the edge of the pool, and watched him cover the full length in a few strong strokes. He stopped in mid-pool, laughing. Plenty of time. Today. Come on in, Harry, before you come in your pants. He laughed. Where, I thought, was yesterday’s shy, blushing boy?

I stripped naked, and made the best job I could of a similar racing-start dive. I expect my stiff cock made a bit of a splash as it hit the water, spoiling my stream-lining.

I swam after him, and grabbed him as he tried to pass me. I held him round the waist, cock to cock, and kissed him as we sank together. Our swim degenerated into a sort of underwater wrestling match, both rising for air from time to time, laughing and spluttering. He was as keen as me to grab a handful of arse. Finally he called time. “That’s enough for me.” He broke away and lifted himself from the pool.  As he bent a knee to lever himself up I saw those immaculate, hairless balls, tight in their bag, and a fleeting glance of his arsehole as his crease opened a second. I wondered for a moment whether I would get my cock into that virgin pussy. On balance, it might be better to wait before seducing him completely. Wouldn’t do to scare the boy off. But what paradise awaited there! 

I followed, and by the time I got to him he was enveloped in one of my huge towels, shaking his head to shift water from an ear. I enveloped him, towel and all, and patted him dry, concentrating, you won’t be at all surprised, on that nice hard cock, flat belly, and slender boy’s arse. 

He threw the towel down beside my heap of clothes, and I quickly dried myself, standing over him as he watched from the comfort of the inflatable mattress.

‘This is the life! You look good from down here. Makes it look even bigger at this angle.”

I gave my cock a shake, and threw my towel down as well, standing right over him and running my hand up and down my cock.

“I like you shaved like that. All the pics I’ve seen are so hairy there. I think it looks much sexier, and you can really see the shape.”

“ I like it too. I love a shaved cock. And I love yours, with just the little fuzz of hair. Very sexy.”

He fluttered his eyelids at me. He wanted to play, and was flirting. That must be inbuilt in us, how to give the sexual ‘come-on.’ I looked down at his slender form, my eyes concentrated on that pretty little cock, straight, slightly tanned brown, with its handsome helmet. I lay beside him, but head-to-toe this time, or more accurately face to crotch. He pushed his hips towards me so his knob brushed my lips. I licked at it, the tip of my tongue in its eye, and felt his tongue on my cock, just under the head, there at the front where it is the most sensitive. I slipped his knob into my mouth, and heard him groan in pleasure. His lips closed around mine. I must have been dribbling precum for him. 

I was stroking his bottom, caressing his thighs as I took the full length and held it still there, just flickering my tongue against the shaft, titillating it. He had a lot of my cock in his mouth, but not all. Fourteen year old boys are wonderful, but it is not reasonable to expect them to be able to take your full length without gagging, not at least until they’ve had a lot of practise. I intended young Jason to gradually get very skilled.

He was exploring my body with both hands, finding and kneading every muscle in my arse, thighs, back and belly. I remembered the first man who had me, so long ago, and for a moment was again that shy teenage lad feeling for the first time another’s body, the strangeness of my young hands on skin and forms so familiar and yet so different. I remembered the excitement, the half-felt guilt, the wonderment of a cock in my mouth. I felt very tender and loving towards Jason, and promised myself I would be a good for him as that first friend of my father’s had been to me. 

I was keen to prolong this almost painful pleasure as long as I could, but was beginning to taste cum from his cock. It could not last much longer, and I knew that I would not be able to help myself the moment he was coming in my mouth.

But then he let out a muffled scream and leapt up, off me.

“Bloody hell!”

I saw him scampering towards the house. I was mystified, at least till the second hailstone hit me on my bare, hot tummy. Hailstones! As big as ten p pieces they started splashing into the water, bouncing up off the marble pool-surround, and bouncing off me. Laughing and screaming as each ice-cold ball felt like a hot poker on my naked skin, I gathered up my clothes and the towels and ran for it.

Jason was giggling. We stood and watched the dance of the hailstones. The summer storm had crept up on us un-noticed in our obsession with each other’s bodies, in the newness of man and boy-flesh. The first icey bullets had fallen from a sunny sky but now it was black and threatening. The hail soon changed to torrential rain, and a great flash of forked lightning lit the black sky. I counted to six seconds, and the mighty rumble of the hunder rolled through the air. 

“Jeez!”

“Somewhere over near the lighthouse. Probably was the lighthouse.”

“Well, I said I wanted to see inside your place. Looks like the opportunity.”

“We said the bedroom. It’s through here.”

I lifted him in my arms and carried him, his arms around my neck, down the corridor and into my bedroom.I like to bring guys back to my place, and have the largest bed you can find. Like many other things, the bigger the better.

I thought to myself, ‘Since I’ve got him in my bedroom, I’m going to have his arse.’ I promised myself I'd teach him to enjoy it, just as my first seducer had taught me.

I laid him gently on it and got beside him, rolling him over half on his side, half on his belly. I held his leg, and bent the knee up under him as he lay there. I ran my finger-tips down the length of his back. He liked that and wriggled appreciatively. I ran my fingers down him again. His arse was tanned, but lighter than his back, and I laid my face on it feeling its smoothness. I parted the silky cheeks, and exposed his anus. The same brown as his nipples, it had pretty little puckers, little, fine lines leading to the centre. Lord! How I wanted it at that moment, precum oozing from my cock and dripping as I knelt over him.

His skin felt silky against my cheek as I planted a long, wet kiss on his arsehole. Then my tongue, pointed, licking round it. He giggled and wriggled his arse as I penetrated him, slipping the tip of my tongue into him. I backed off an inch to look again.

“Don’t stop, Harry! That’s so good.”

I rimmed him for several minutes, and could feel the muscle there relax as he got used to it. 

I use proper lubricant when I’m using a condom, but prefer a light, white oil when I’m not or when I'm jerking off by myself. And today I was going to treat myself to a bare-back fuck with this boy. I am clean, and he was a virgin, so why spoil the experience? I sprayed some into his crease, and stroked it in with my index finger. A bit more oil, now on my finger and exactly over his arsehole. I slipped my finger in as far as the first joint.

“OK?”

“Nice.”

My whole finger now, searching for his prostate. I massaged it, and it had the usual effect.

“Jeez. That’s lovely. I don’t believe this.”

I rearranged us so he was on his side beside me, my finger still probing deep inside him. Like this we could kiss and I could whisper to him as I masturbated him.

I whispered in his ear. “Tell me when I get it right. Tell me when I’m in a good place.” With my free hand I was stroking and caressing his chest and tummy. His hands were all over me.

“Oh yes! Like that. Oh, it’s good.”

Two fingers up him, I was pressing and stroking his prostate. I’ve made guys cum just doing that, and had it done to me too. So I knew how good it could be. I licked inside his ear with the tip of my tongue. He giggled, and he pressed closer to me. I felt his hand tighten on my cock. He was licking and kissing my neck. I whispered again, my mouth close to his ear. “I want to fuck you, Jason.” I want to have your lovely arse.” I felt his anus contract on my fingers, but continued to caress him deep inside.

“Oh my God! That’d hurt.”

“Only for a moment or two, and then it would be even better than this.” I had felt his anus relax again.

“You’re sure, Harry?”.

“Trust me.”

I laid him on his back, and treated myself to a long stroking caress over his chest, round his nipples, down over his flat tummy, over his hard little cock, and then round his balls and over his thighs. Then I lifted those thighs so his legs were over my shoulders. His secret arsehole was naked to me, light brown, puckered, inviting, gleaming with the oil I had used on him. I reached for the spray, and oiled my cock. Precum was oozing from me. He looked up at me. I could see in his eyes fright, but also a sort of excitement. I thought back again to my first time, and understood him. I felt a sudden tenderness, and leaned forward to kiss him lightly on his nose, a peck. 

But it was not only tenderness! I felt a real old-fashioned lust for this beautiful, virgin boy, and I placed my knob on that secret rose. The slightest push and my knob was penetrating. He gave a yell, and flinched back, but I continued, and was in him; at least my knob was.

I felt his anus contact hard on me, gripping my shaft just below the knob. “Jeez! That hurts, please, Harry. Please…’

‘Relax, Jason. It’ll be good soon. I promise.’ I pushed again, and felt my cock slip deeper and deeper till my shaven pubic bone touched the light fuzz of his pubes. He had relaxed. I pulled out, sliding as far as my knob but leaving that inserted. I felt it gripped again in a spasm.

‘Please, Harry, that’s enough. I don’t like it.’

I looked down on him, and a tear welled in the corner of his eye, running down his cheek. I leaned forward, bending his body even more with my weight, and licked the salty tear as I pushed in again.

He closed his eyes, and I could see he was gritting his teeth as I started to fuck him properly, slipping gently in and out in that ancient rhythm of pleasure. 

Gradually I could see his tensed body relax beneath me. I moved my hands from his shoulders where they had rested the while, and fondled his nipples. He opened his eyes. His hands had been clenched by his side, but he felt for his cock with his right hand, and with his left reached for my body.

I speeded up a bit.

“You were right!  That is good. It’s like your fingers, but better.” I watched as his cock hardened, and he was jerking at it: some of the oil had found its way there and it shone as his hand flew up and down it. His hips were trying to rise to meet my down-thrusts now. I could have come, but I promised myself to prolong the pleasure at least until he came.

He closed his eyes, and I watched the first spurt of cum fly and splash onto his chest, and then a second, weaker, made pools on his belly. He opened his eyes and grinned that wonderful smile, looking me in the eye as I came in him, a huge orgasm, pumping cum with every thrust. 

Still hard and deep in him, I let his legs go from round my neck and lay on top of him embracing and kissing. I whispered, “That was the best I ever had. Thank you Jason.”

He giggled. “It was the best fuck I ever had too. Thank you, Harry.” It was a poor joke, but seemed funny at the time, and I laughed, and kissed him again. My cock was getting soft now, and his anus expelled it. “Ooooh! That felt nice as it slipped out!”

I had a quick look at my cock, and was rlieved that I seemed to have had him for the first time without harming him at all.

I kissed him again. “We’d better shower.”

                                      ……………………………….

Later, by the pool, the storm had passed as quickly as it had come, leaving the air cooler but still sunny and pleasant. We were laying on the inflated mattress. He had his head resting on my belly and would occasionally kiss my cock or my balls as we chatted. I stroked his chest or ruffled his hair. His fingers traced a lazy circle on my hip. I loved the proprietorial way he was treating my body.

“This is where you got that all-over tan then, Harry?”

“Here and at the beach.”

“The beach?”

“I go to Smugglers Rock quite often.”

“Cool. I’ve heard of that. It’s a gay place isn’t it?”

“Right. You like to go there?”

“Oh my God! I’ve often thought about it. It’s a nudist beach isn’t it?”

“Completely.”

“They say the gays go there for sex.”

“Right. Plenty of sucking and fucking.”

“Oh my God! I don’t believe this. And we could go there?”

“ Tomorrow if you like.”

“It’ll have to be after school. I finish at four.”

“May not be many guys about on a Monday evening. But perhaps we’ll be lucky. I’ll pick you up at the usual place at just after four.”
                                           ……………………………..

We went past the Council notice warning that nudity was tolerated at Smugglers Rock, and I parked the 4x4 prettily beside a smart BMW and a battered old Ford. They were the only cars there.

“At least there’s a couple of guys here. I usually leave my clothes in the car and just take a towel with me.” And a little bag with lube and some condoms, I thought but didn’t say.

He had looked very tasty in his school uniform. (How often I’d looked at the boys wearing that same striped tie and white shirt, often sloppily loose, hanging over their black uniform trousers, and  lusted after their teen bodies! It was impossible to nerve yourself to make an approach to these scrubbed and oh-so-desirable middle-class boys. Easier in the Milton Estate slums where the boys and girls fuck like rabbits!) Tasty enough in his uniform but how much more exciting naked. He was sensational.

The car park is close to the sea, a few feet up the sand dune, then down the sandy path to the beach. It was one of those late afternoons when the sun had baked the sand all day, and we had to run to the water’s edge to avoid burned feet. His body looked good as he ran, the muscles of his arse moving, and his long slender legs. The sea was quiet, and tiny waves just lapped over as we walked bare-foot in the shallows, hand-in-hand.

There were only two guys on the beach, at the far end, about half a mile away, under the tall black cliffs. The convention of the beach was that you stayed near the car-park if you were just there to sunbathe. If you went to the far end you were looking for sex.

“Let’s join them!”

“Oh my God! Are you sure?”

“That’s what we came for.”

Jason was silent all the way along the beach. I remembered how shy he was, and although he had enjoyed gay sex I was so far his only partner. No wonder he was quiet.

As we got closer I recognised one of the guys. “It’s the guy from the liquor store yesterday.”

“Cool, but Jeez! Look at the other guy.”

His companion was massive, tall, muscled like a heavy weight boxer, and black. He had been oiling his body and looked magnificent. The slender blonde guy was more my type though!

“Hi. May we join you.”

“Be my guest.” The black guy stood up. Jason’s eyes were glued to him, fascinated by the size of his cock which was huge even when limp, hanging like a length of hose-pipe in front of him. 

“I’m Harry, and this is Jason.”  He blushed that charming pink I had seen when we first met two days before.

“I’m Wilson, and this is Kim.” I put my towel down beside Kim and Jason sat down beside Wilson. I could see Jason was, as usual, hard and Wilson’s cock was beginning to stiffen. I remember wondering how big it would prove to be when completely stiff, but I concentrated on being pleasant to Kim.

“Hi Kim. We met yesterday at your store.”

“I wish. I just work there. You like me to oil you? Protect that tan.”

“I’d love that, Kim.”

He tipped some over my chest, and passed the bottle to Wilson. I lay back and let the young man’s hands massage my body having it rubbed into my chest and tummy, the tops of my legs, turning over finally to give him my back and arse. I watched as Wilson’s hands wandered all over Jason’s body, and was amused to see the boy, very tentatively, feeling those gigantic biceps and thighs. Wilson was hard now, and so was I.

The sexy hands slid over my body, concentrating of course on my arse. I felt his fingers in my crease, pressing against my anus, and then penetrating. I groaned my pleasure and pushed my buttocks back onto them. He lay beside me, and I felt his lips on my back kissing and licking in little circles with the tip of his tongue. He reached round me and held my stiff, oily cock. I felt his cock pressing against my anus. I love that moment, but had to interrupt it.

“There’s some condoms in that little bag.” 

“Great.” He passed me one and I put it between my lips. Slowly I slipped it over his cock as he entered my mouth.  I greased it with my own tube of water-based lube, and hoped the oil on my arse wouldn’t damage the rubber. I forgot all about that as he lay beside me again, and I again felt that exciting pressure on my anus. This time it slipped in, and with a long, slow thrust he was up me.

Beside me, I could see Wilson had taken his boy’s cock in his mouth and was gobbling away at it. Jason could not reach that huge prick with his mouth, but was feeling and fondling it, as well as the muscles of a hard, boxer's arse. 

I muttered some endearment to Kim, and Jason looked towards me. He forgot Wilson for a second as he watched the cock sliding in and out my arse. I winked at him, and he grinned, before returning to licking his black toy: the oiled skin would still have been salt. He closed his eyes, and I could see he was about to come in Wilson’s mouth. I was hyper-excited, but was desperate not to come yet. I’m sure that if I had seen Jason’s cum spurt then I would not have been able to control myself. But those full, black lips enfolded his little cock, and every last drop was swallowed. I felt warmth, and the cock slipping easier in my arse, and knew Kim had come. 

‘You going to fuck me now, Wilson? Kim’s opened me for you.’ I was desperate to have that huge thing up me. Then I had my surprise.

‘I don’t fuck, darling! Exclusively bottom, me.’

I was astounded that such a big and athletic stud should be passive. (But why should I be: lots of big jocks like it up them.)  

Kim and Jason lay quietly and watched as I prepared to fuck him. I was worried I might come in the rubber as I put it on, Kim and the show beside me had made me so horny. But I got it on all right, and greased up. He wanted it in the classic way, and knelt for me. I treated myself to a caress of his strong, masculine butt, so different from the slender boyish arses I usually went for. But it was good, and very, very sexy. I pushed my knob in, and with the same thrust entered to my full length, my own thighs touching his buttocks.

'Yes! Man!'

I guessed he liked it hard, fast, and fairly brutal, and that's what I gave him. It was really different for me to get to fuck a muscle-man, and I must admit the change was exciting. Exciting, too, was Jason who managed to slide under the kneeling colossus and get his hands and lips around the huge cock that had been hypnotising him for ten minutes, like the serpent and the rabbit I thought. WilSon was leaning back into me with every thrust I made, and my thighs made a slapping noise each time. Jason was slurping away happily almost out of sight, his light-tanned legs contrasting with the dark ebony of the kneeling figure. Then Kim was behind me, fondling my arse and pressing his thighs against me, kneeling. Three of us kneeling, and the boy on his back underneath. What a tableau for any of the so-called "birdwatchers" who sometimes lurked in the sanddunes with binoculars and zoom-lenses. Birdwatchers, my arse! Repressed gays more like. Anyway we would not worry about them! I wished Kim had got it up so I could be fucked while I shagged this titan! But too late, or too early for that. However, I had the pleasure of feeling his fingers up my arse again, finding my prostate unerringly.

The finger-fucking, and the sight of those muscular thighs and surprisingly small, hard arse had me going, and I felt my orgasm building: deep in my arse it started, where those fingers were giving me a sensual massage, then in my balls, and finally exploding in my cock. I dimly heard Jason exclaiming as his mouth was filled, I imagine with more and thicker cum than he had ever dreamed of. I came and pumped my cum into Wilson, each spurt deep inside.

All four of us started back to the carpark together, but we soon split up. Kim and Wilson were deep in converstion, and I was only too happy to chat with Jason as we paddled, hand in hand,through the almost dead-calm sea. 

'I'm glad we came this afternoon. I was a bit worried.'

'Nice guys. I'm going to look Kim out again some time.'

'He's handsome, but Wilson is something else. I didn't know cocks could be so big. And the cum! It just went on, more and more, and more.'

'And you swallowed it all, Jason. Not bad for just fourteen eh?'

'I kept a bit in my mouth to really taste it: no, not really taste, to get the feel of it, sort of hot and silky feel.'

'Yup, I love it too. And big guys like that are often especially thick and creamy.'

This delightful banter got us back to the car where our two casual lovers were waiting for us to catch up.

'We'll be here again next Friday. About the same time. We get here at five. Care for another foursome?' Kim waited on our answer and I looked at Jason, who smiled that broad grin and nodded. 

'Count on us. We'll be there!'

                                                ..................................................

In the car going back to the promenade to collect his bike.

'I've got football training tomorrow, then Wednesday it's rehearsals for the school play, then training again Thursday, but Friday will be fine.'

'Wouldn't you rather be in bed than on the beach?'

'I want to suck Wilson again, and perhaps he'd let me fuck him. Anyway, I thought we could go to your place after. I just have to tell my Mom I'm sleeping over at a friend's, and we'd have all night....' He was hesitant asking this, and blushed, though not the deep scarlet of earlier.

I wanted to kiss him, but couldn't, driving, so I squeezed his thigh with my free hand. 'That would be lovely, Jason.' We had just got to the cafe. 'Load your bike in the back and I'll drop you off closer.'

I dropped him off at the end of his street, in one of the new comparatively cheap speculative-built estates at the edge of town. Nice enough, but nothing like my place!

'Oh, and Jason, have you somewhere you can hide a book....it's a bit like that website you were on.' (Except of course it was all older guys with young guys!)

'Yes. I have to hide some things... under a floorboard.'

'Here you are then. I wish I could kiss you goodbye for now, but prob better not, not here.'

'All night Friday!'

'Oh yes, Jason. Oh yes!'

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