Beachboys

Boys At The Beach A Martin M Story

From the pen of Rick M. Beck writersrealm@hotmail.com Based on actual events

Summer was starting to fade as Seth gave up his job so he could join his best friend, Blake, at the beach. Blake's parents gave him permission to stay with their only child at the vacation house just off the boardwalk, but Seth had to work to make money for his college tuition. After talking to his parents, Seth had decided to join Blake at the beginning of August. It would give them a month before they started their senior year of high school.

Seth dreamed all summer about getting to the beach to see his best friend. They'd been best friends since they met at Cub Scouts when they were seven, and they were hardly separable since, until Blake became heavily involved in Boy Scouts and high school athletics. Seth couldn't afford to be as involved as Blake became in scouting, so rather than tell him it was a matter of money, he dropped out. He hated competing against Blake in anything, so he avoided football opting for soccer instead, and he played baseball instead of running track, but they did everything else together, well almost.

Blake had become one of the school studs, using his popularity to make his conquests. Seth had often doubled with Blake and spent the night at his house when he had mixed sleepovers or just a private little orgy. His parents were supposed to chaperone but they were never home. After an incident on a camping trip the summer they turned twelve, Blake went girl crazy, and he always liked to have Seth near when he made a move on a new woman. He encouraged other guys to talk about their conquests, keeping track of the names they revealed so he knew what direction to go in when times were tight.

Seth remembered when it all started. It was the summer of the camping trip and just before school started. They'd been hanging with Alan Sprague and he was one of the studs in there little click and one Blake brought in when he found out how successful he was at getting women. Alan had been eyeballing and talking about nailing Brenda Ripley most of the summer, and they found themselves following the one of her around the Mall after she'd left her girlfriends one August afternoon.

She kept looking back as Alan would tell her what he wanted to do to her when she agreed to go out with him. Alan was one of the more forward boys in the junior high school and he'd frequently tried to score with an "older" woman but he hadn't had much luck. When she ducked out one of the less used exits, the boys thought the game was over. The senior high school girl had other ideas and was waiting for them when they came out the door.

"You all talk or can you back it up?" Brenda said. "We all doing it together or you boys too immature to know what an orgy is?"

She was standing with her hands on her hips looking very much in control and not at all afraid of three young boys.

"I don't have any place to take you. My mom's home," Alan said, we can go in the woods. There's a place I take girls."

"No. You want it and I want some booze. You find the booze and you got all you want or at least all you can handle."

"We can go to my house," Blake said.

"One, two, all three. What are we talking here. You look too young to know what you want," Brenda said.

"I got just what you need and I know how to use it," Alan said, grabbing his dick through his pants.

The boys often played the game with girls in the junior high but none of them had ever followed the older girls. They were nasty when approached by junior high boys and thought nothing of questioning their manhood while laughing and insulting them. Up until then that fear kept them on the sidelines when it came to wanting an older girl.

Even though Brenda was in high school, she had been hanging with the junior high girls that summer, and rumor had it she'd been attracting and going off with junior high boys. When she separated herself from the girls she was with on this day, it was the best chance the boys had to approach her with their suggestive ideas. They'd heard the rumors and hoped they were true, but they hadn't believed them.

"Got any booze at your house," Brenda asked Blake.

"Anything you want. We have a liquor cabinet, a bar, an fridge full of beer and wine."

They stopped for beer after going into the house through the kitchen. Brenda held the bottle and stroked it like a guy might stroke himself to get where he needed to go. She sat with her legs spread apart in Blake's old man's chair. She rubbed the bottle on what they knew was her sweet spot right there under her shorts. The boys all sat on the couch to watch her enticement.

"So, what kind of liquor," Brenda asked. "I get hot when I get high."

"Any kind," Blake said. "What will it take?"

"All three of you probably."

"All three?" Blake said.

"Give me a shot of Johnny Walker Red. Put an ice cube in it if you got one. So, here we are. What do you boys have in mind? We going to keep all these hot heavy clothes on or what?"

"Fucking you is what I've had in mind for some time," Alan said, feeling what was now obviously hard in his pants.

"Talks cheap. You're just a little boy. True what I've heard about your dick?"

"I may be small in stature, but what they say about what I got in my pants is true. I got short changed on my body but not my dick," Alan said, unzipping his pants.

"I don't know. I heard you're a stud. Big dick and all. Big don't mean you know what to do with it. Big is better than tiny though."

"Plenty big. What about my buddies?" Alan asked. "I don't mind giving it to you but they got to be in on it. We stick together."

"One at a time, group doings, what do you boys have in mind. I'm not a social director. You give me one more shot and I'll play whatever way you like," Brenda said.

"I don't play," Alan said, pulling out his erect cock, stroking it as she watched his hand on it.

"It is true. Bring it over here," Brenda said, holding her hand out to touch it when he got close enough.

"Here's the other shot," Blake said, handing it to her.

Brenda downed the drink in her hand and than downed the one Blake handed her. She stroked Alan's dick, leaning forward to kiss it before rubbing it on her tits while feeling his ass.

"Let's get naked," Blake said, stripping out of his clothes.

"You sure you're old enough to handle this?" Brenda said to Blake. "I wouldn't want to be corrupting no little boy."

"You're in my house. I don't handle it, no body does. You tell me if I can once I fuck you?"

"You're not as big as your friend, but you'll do," Brenda said, standing up and dropping her cutoffs as Alan reached out to touch her white panties, fingering what he knew was just underneath.

Brenda watched his hand as he dug his fingers into the material, pushing the material and the tips of his fingers into her pussy. She grabbed his wrist pushing her hips up on his hand pressing hard against his fat fingers.

"You ever eat one," Brenda asked.

"You ever eat one of these?" Alan said, holding his hard dick out.

"You're kidding right?" she said, feeling Alan and Blake at the same time. "You young boys always want to get blown."

"What about you. You bashful," she said, humping Alan's hand as Blake felt her tits through her T-shirt.

"A little. You got your hands full. I can wait," Seth said.

"You undress," she said to Alan.

Alan was all of five two. Blake was almost a head taller. Brenda kept feeling both of them as Alan put his arm around her waist and put his hand inside her panties as she started undoing his pants.

"Little boys first," she said, pulling Blake in front of her once she got Alan's pants down to his knees.

His dick was throbbing as Alan took off her panties. Blake pulled the T-shirt off while Alan did the bra. She lay across the coffee table with her legs spread. Blake got on his knees between her legs and his dick disappeared as he leaned forward to suck her tits while his hips propelled him in and out. Alan kneeled near her head and she sucked him off as he kept his hands on his hips.

Blake lay on top of her with his face against Alan's pubes as he fucked and she sucked. Blake was moaning and groaning and Brenda grabbed him and let go of Alan's dick so she could kiss Blake's neck and play with his ass while he came. Alan's dick stayed right there near her lips and his, but there were no takers as Blake finished and stood up.

"You would make a mess," Alan said, jerking on his cock to keep it hard.

"Sorry," Blake panted. "That was so hot. I never felt anything like it."

"You a virgin boy?" Brenda asked.

"Not any more," Blake said, rubbing his cock on her tits as Alan got between her legs.

"Take it a little easy now. Stud here didn't even warm me up good for that thing. He did lube it up for you. You should thank him for making it easier. Most guys shoot faster after another guys gotten off in there."

"I'll warm you up plenty," Alan said, starting to slip his thick piece of meat into her.

He leaned forward as he slid it in. He had a hand on either side of the table as he pushed the final inch inside.

"Yeah, big boy. Hold it there. Let me feel it all in there awhile. You're nice. You're older than that other boy," she said.

"A year and some. I'll be fourteen in a few months," Alan said.

"You a virgin boy, too?" she asked.

"Fuck no. I been having sex since I was ten," Alan said, starting to breath hard.

"You go ahead and show me what you can do," she said.

Alan must have thought it was a challenge because he started to hump the shit out of her. He was moving the coffee table he fucked her so hard.

"Oh yeah, stud," she said, raising her knees up as he held her thighs and kept going full speed ahead.

"Fuck," Blake said, to Seth. "He knows what to do. I wanted to cum right off. Man, Ran, you got to get some of this."

"After he does that it will be like sticking my dick in a sewer pipe. No thanks. Good thing you went first."

"Come here and I'll blow you," Brenda said, looking at Seth as the table rocked.

"No thanks," he said.

"Shit, Ran. You can blow me," Blake said going back and kneeling so she could suck his soft dick.

Alan kept at it five minutes. Sweat rolled off his face when he started to twitch and jerk. He moaned real loud and fell back and sat on his heels as streams of cum leaped out of his cock head that had grown to the size of a large plum and it was about the same shade of purple. He used one hand to feel himself once the squirting stopped.

"Bring it here, baby," Brenda said, pushing Blake's limp cock away.

Alan walked on his knees as his dick swung back and forth in front of him. He moved Blake out of the way with his hips so she could suck his barely half-hard dick. At first he looked like he was shivering but soon he was holding her head so her mouth stayed down on his fat dick.

"Shit! She's getting me hard again," Alan said. "No one ever did that."

"Already?" Blake asked. "You just shot."

"Yeah! She knows what to do. You going to fuck her, Seth?"

"No. You go ahead," he said.

"We got a watcher. That's okay, honey. Lots of boys like watching. Nothing wrong with that," Brenda said, guiding Alan's new hard on back into her mouth.

"No, I like being watched. It's cool, Ran," Alan said.

"Blake, it's right there if you want it again," Alan said.

"I'm dead. I only do it a couple times a week. You go ahead. You mean you're going to do it again?" Blake said, amazed.

"Right after I let her do that awhile longer. Man she's okay. Now I know what the guys were talking about."

"Who?" Brenda asked.

"Bobby and Ben said you were okay," Alan said.

"Bobby? Tall blond?"

"Yeah, got pimples."

"Boys got a pink skinny dick. He shot before he ever got in my pussy. Just shot cum all over my cunt hair," Brenda said.

"Benny had a short fat one but he lasted longer than most guys your age. No offense, Blake, but quick isn't it. Since it was your first time it doesn't mean anything. You'll last longer once you do it a few times," Brenda said, reassuring Blake.

"You think so?" Blake asked.

"Sure, hon, the first time it feels so good you can't hold it. You got a nice one."

"I do?" Blake said, examining his soft dick.

"Sure do. You'll satisfy a lot of girls with that one."

"Keep sucking," Alan said, as his dick twitched unattended while Brenda talked.

Alan eased his dick out of her mouth and moved back to her pussy. He felt the inside of her thighs and felt around for a few minutes before holding his cock on her hole. She kept spreading her legs wider and wider apart, inviting him to enter.

He shoved it all in at once and made her moan. Then, he took his time. He pulled out so slow you couldn't see it moving and then he'd slid it back in the same way. She turned her head from side to side and moaned loud, holding onto his thighs.

"Oh man, you are a stud. Make it last. Give it all to me," Brenda said as he lie on top of her and started humping harder.

Blake came over by where Seth sat to tell him how amazing it was.

"Get undressed, Ran. This is the real deal."

"I don't want to stand in line for it. That's okay," Seth said.

Blake and Seth watched as Alan started to make out with her, twisting her tits and humping harder until his as was blurred by the motion. He groaned loud and collapsed on top of her as he blew his second load. He moaned as his hips jabbed in short frantic humping motions every few seconds while all the air rushed out of him.

"God damn boy can fuck," Blake said. "You see how big his dick gets? He's a stud."

"I see what you mean about his dick. Fuckers got enough," Seth said.

"Can use it. Twice! Mine's dead. Wonder what he feeds it," Blake said. "You figure we'll be able to do it twice when we're near about fourteen?"

"I don't know much about that stuff. I suppose you can do it as often as you have a mind to," Seth said.

"That's what I want. Twice in a row. Make it last the second time. Get off quick the first."

"Not many boys can go twice in a row like that," Brenda said.

"How many?" Blake asked.

"Couple I know of. Never a guy his age. He's a real stud. I wouldn't mind seeing you again."

"I am! You wouldn't!" Alan said, gasping for air.

"Honey, you're as good as any old high school boys. They think they know what pleases a lady, they only know how to please themselves. You have possibilities. You don't do just one thing and think it will keep me entertained just because it's you. Variety is nice," Brenda said. "A girl likes different stuff. You got different stuff."

"How different?" Blake asked.

"As different as three guys can get."

"Ran didn't even do anything," Blake said.

"Sure he did. He watched us. I like putting on a show. You didn't seem to mind. Sometimes being watched makes it better if you got a cutie watching you. It give it that extra thrill you need to get into it."

"Even if he doesn't do anything," Blake said, glancing at Seth.

"Honey, he'll do what he wants to do when he wants to do it. Ain't no body going to be like you. You aren't like anybody else. Let him do what he wants, okay? We all had a good time, right."

"Yeah, let me do what I want to do, okay," Seth said, slapping Blake's ass. "Think of all I am learning by watching you get experience."

"What do you mean had? You done," Alan said, still panting and lying on top of Brenda like he had passed out.

"No, hon, but you are. Ain't doing me no good staying here. Besides, I got a date this afternoon. I got to go home and wash up so he doesn't smell you boys on me."

"You're going out again?" Blake asked, amazed.

"Told you. Got a date," she said, rolling Alan off onto the floor.

"Why did you go with us then?" Blake asked.

"You wanted it. It's my job to see boys get it. I like sex and no body wants it more than junior high boys. Besides, this is my boyfriend. We don't fuck," she said.

"You have a date with your boyfriend and you don't fuck him but you'll fuck us?"

"No, he's a nice boy. He doesn't just want my pussy like you young animals. We go out and have a good time," Brenda said, pulling on her shorts and her underwear at the same time. "I know he isn't going to fuck me so I get dates before we go out. That way I'm not thinking about wanting it while we're out. Everyone's different. I told you that. He knows I date guys, he don't care. He likes me the way I am."

It was the summer between their twelfth and thirteenth years that the two boys started thinking about sex all the time. Blake would explore and experience it every chance he got after the day they spent with Brenda. Seth would fantasize while remembering things he saw Blake doing. Blake decided Brenda was right and Seth would come around when he decided it was time. Besides, having his best friend admiring him all the time was cool.

Blake grew faster, becoming tall dark and handsome. Seth was blond and never quite as tall or handsome or as outgoing as Blake. In a way they were perfect friends. One doing while the other watched and listened. They still spent much of their time together. They started to see their friendship as one that would last.

At first it excited Seth to watch his friend screwing, but then he started to feel guilty about enjoying it when he'd yet to get laid. About the time he was examining his own motivation, Blake met Mary Francis and Seth was no longer allowed to watch from the secret place in Blake's room. He'd still call Seth to give him the details. He never got tired of talking about sex, Seth never tired of listening to him talk about sex. Neither questioned the other's needs.

Mary Francis was in the picture for over a year before Blake announced the break up. He said he was sure it was time for him to be satisfying a wider variety of ladies. From time to time Seth would drive him around so he had a place to bed down his latest love interest. Seth was allowed to adjust the mirror prior to the meeting so he would have a good view as he drove. Blake often teased him about charging him the price of a good porn tape.

By high school Blake had become an excellent athlete and all the things Seth knew he wasn't and never would be. He enjoyed being with Blake because he never treated him like he was inferior, though Seth thought he was. Blake had it all, looks, a body, class, and money, but Seth remained his best friend through it all.

Seth was thrilled by the phone call when Blake's parents asked his parents if he could spend the summer at the beach house with them. It wasn't unusual for him to spend weekends at Blake's house, and several times he'd gone on vacation with them. They were both eighteen and ready to explore other worlds and this was the first time they'd be on their own over an exptended period of time.

By the time Seth finally arrived Blake's parents were off to Europe. It was a pretty big deal for him to be spending the month alone with Blake. Neither of them had any experience with being on their own yet. Seth neglected to mention to his parents that Blake's parents were in France. Seth liked the idea because Blake was sure to have some mischief planned. Seth felt as if he'd do better with the ladies when he didn't have parents to answer to. He could practice his moves without worrying about getting caught at it.

Seth often found himself fantasizing about being just like Blake, but it had become more than that after being separated over the summer. It was the first time since they met that they had spent any length of time away from each other. For the first few days it was business as usual, but then Seth found out just how much time they spent together. He couldn't help but notice the large void in his life that no one else fit into. He had missed being with his friend.

He'd finally come to embrace the fantasies and dreams during the long separation that year and he stopped questioning his feelings. He knew that's all they were and that's all they could be. Besides, no one else knew what went on inside his head and it had been going on for so long that he accepted it as a normal part of growing up. It would change when he started having experiences of his own. He figured he was a little weird but so what, his best friend liked an audience when he screwed. Life is what it is and he settled into a period of acceptance, but he wondered if he would ever have experiences of his own. He really wanted to get to the beach and get laid. He knew Blake would have girls all over the house once his parents were gone.

It's when he was having these morbid thoughts about never having experiences of his own that one long ago memory had begun to invade his brain. It was a haunting memory that reinforced all his fantasies about Blake. For the longest time he'd forgotten the incident, but recently the memory became more and more complete. Six summers before when they'd just turned twelve, they went on a camping trip right after school was out, part of Blake's present was Seth's birthday present from Blake, a camping trip to Deep Creek Lake. Blake's father had arranged for a guide to take care of them for a week of camping, swimming, fishing, and hiking.

Even though there were only three days that separated the two in age, Seth remembered being bigger and more poised in those days. At the time Seth thought it was because Blake was a pampered only child with no responsibilities and that accounted for his lack of growth. He never mentioned this to Blake because they were best friends and it was okay for him to be any way he wanted to be.

Seth remembered that the trip started with him reminding Blake several times to bring his sleeping bag to the car. Seth's dad made him take his because it got cold in the mountains at night at times. Seth was always reminding Blake to remember stuff. He was always helping Blake find things he had lost even in his own room. It's the way Blake was. After reminding him three times, Blake still forgot the sleeping bag, and that's what started it.

When the temperature plunged the first night, Blake climbed into Seth's sleeping bag, complaining about how fucking cold it was. The difficulty was that Blake slept nude and Seth didn't. Seth was shy and bashful and Blake wasn't. It made him feel quite uncomfortable to have his best friend naked in the sleeping bag with him. It also made him feel something else. All Blake did was snore.

"Blake, if you're going to sleep with me put on your underwear," Seth had told him, getting the usual result when he asked Blake to do something.

"It's too cold," Blake said, sounding too sleepy to cope, "And I don't know where they are. You find them for me, okay. You put them on if it makes you happy. I like it this way."

"We're twelve now and we shouldn't be sleeping naked together," Seth told him. "You're dicks rubbing against my thigh."

"We aren't naked together. I'm naked together, and I'm tired so shut up. If it makes you feel better take yours off and we'll be even. There isn't enough room to put my dick any place else, so shut up and let me sleep, okay."

Seth figured that if he did take his off it wouldn't take Blake long to get his back on. Without further thought he slid out of his underwear. He knew Blake had been sleeping naked since he was seven when he first started sleeping over at his house. This was the first time they were in the same sleeping bag with him naked.

"See. Isn't that warmer?" Blake said, putting his face against Seth's chest. "I was freezing. You getting any hair down there?"

"What?" Seth said alarmed, since he had notice Blake was sprouting a lot of dark hair around his.

"Me and a couple other guys are getting hairy on our peckers. You're always so careful not to get naked, I was just wondering if you were too," Blake said. "Getting hair down there. A guy ought to know if his best friend has hair on his pecker or not. Do you?"

"Yeah, since last year. You got more than me though," Seth said, having remembered from looking at Blake being naked when he slept over.

"I got darker hair. It's easier to see. Blondes may have more fun but its us dark haired boys got big dicks," Blake said.

"Mine's bigger than yours," Seth said in defense of his manhood.

"Isn't either. How do you know?" he asked. "Mine's biggest of all the guys except Alan. That fuckers big as my old man already. He's a year older though. You think we'll have big ones when we're thirteen?"

"How do you know all this stuff?" Seth asked.

"I seen my old man going to take a piss with his pecker hard," Blake assured him. "He sleeps naked."

"No, about Alan. I never saw his," Seth said.

"Alan hangs at the golf club. I go over with my old man when he's playing golf. Alan and I skinny dip at the pond behind fifteen. You'd know more if you weren't so damn shy. Alan likes to show it off. He's big as the guys that caddy and they're all in high school."

"Naked?" Seth said. "You don't wear suits? What if girls go back there?"

"More fun naked. No one goes back there, especially girls. If they did Alan would be fucking them. He says he fucks girls all the time. They get a look at it and want it. That's what he told me."

"How do you know about how big the caddies are?"

"Well, I let it slip how big Alan was. His old man works maintenance at the club. This one caddy laughed at me. Said he was bigger an anyone Alan's age. I bet him five bucks Alan was bigger. They all wanted a piece of that action. I only lost to one guy and the other five paid me, so I got twenty bucks out of the deal. Alan made me give him half before he'd show them his dick."

"They all got them stiff?" Seth asked.

"Yep! One guy's was a little limp, but yeah, the rest of them got it up for the competition. It's a matter of pride. They couldn't believe Alan was so big. He's a shrimp too. Didn't even come up to the shoulder of even one of the high school guys."

"You are naked a lot," Seth said.

"You been looking or something?" Blake asked.

"Can't miss what's in front of your nose. How did you measure up?"

"I was eleven. I didn't have nothing for them. They said to come back when I grew one," Blake remembered.

"You showed them yours?" Seth asked.

"They all had them out. Sure I showed them mine. Never been bashful."

"You think we'll be that big next year?"

Seth asked

"I don't know, maybe. We got a ways to go, but mine's getting big. Alan said I'm fine for my age."

"Did you touch Alan's?" Seth asked.

"Shut up! What do you think I am?"

"You know everything else about him. I figured you'd want to know what it felt like to have one like that. You know, curious about what one felt like or something."

"Yeah! I was."

"How did he know how big you were?"

"He said we should compare. I think he likes taking his out. He held them together. I was afraid to touch his. Here, I'll show you. Get on your knees and face me. Put yours next to mine and we'll see who's got the biggest. Turn the lamp up. I know mine's bigger than yours," Blake said. "Alan told me mine was pretty big for my age when he first showed me his."

Seth could never forget how it felt when Blake touched him. At first he was shocked when he held their dicks together, but then he became excited before he could tell Blake there was some risk involved in doing what he was doing. Seth had noticed it standing up at the slightest provocation for several months. The longer he went without saying anything, the more excited he became at having someone else touch his dick, and the harder it became to say don't the harder it became. With Blake moving his hand around on him, Seth decided that if it was good enough for his best friend in the entire world, it must be okay for him too.

Looking back over all those years at the camping trip, Seth was sure that was when all the dreams and fantasies started. Seth had never gone naked around Blake, and Blake had been right, he was shy and didn't like to be looked at. Blake loved being the center of attention.

His mind had gone back to the camping trip while on the bus ride to the beach. He tried to remember what had happened next.

"It might be slightly bigger," Blake had said to him. "Might not too. Mine gets really big when I'm hot for it. That's how you tell."

"I know mine is," Seth said, using his hand to compare them fairly and so he could feel Blake's. "I see yours enough to know mine is bigger."

Blake had picked that exact instant, when Seth was holding them together, to decide it was time to wrestle. Being sure Seth was going to declare his own larger, and not wanting to hear it, wrestling became the answer. Blake was sure if his wasn't bigger, at least it was better. He didn't seem to remember that Seth always overpowered him at wrestling.

The usual result was Seth holding him down until he said uncle or the equivalent for him, "get the fuck off me."

Blake had always complained that Seth was bigger and that gave him a totally unfair advantage. They struggled in the confines of the bag and Seth knew their naked bodies were rubbing together in a way that made this new game even more exciting than the one Blake interrupted. At first he felt somewhat embarrassed about wrestling with Blake while they were naked, but it felt good enough that he didn't want to stop.

Since Blake didn't seem to be in the mood to complain, Seth stayed on top of him, waiting for him to give up. To the victor goes the spoils, Seth reasoned, and it was only fair that Blake be forced to submit to the ritual humiliation of being controlled by a superior force. When he lost, he was always subjected to the Indian hair rub or to a pink belly that Seth would give him for daring to challenge the "champ".

The first two nights at Deep Creek Lake was spent with them sharing the one sleeping bag. They spent most of their time wrestling, comparing dicks, and talking about sex. They'd never felt closer to one another but there was that nagging little voice that warned both of them that what they were doing was wrong.

Seth could still remember the voices and even on the bus, half asleep, remembering back over the years, he still felt guilty about how he felt about Blake. While he was shy at all other times in his life, those couple of day at Deep Creek Lake, he'd been too curious to be shy. He wanted to know more about what it was he was feeling.

They went to bed in separate parts of the tent the third night after it warmed up, and the one thing Seth noticed was Blake wearing underwear. He became convinced that their friendship had been damaged by the fact he stayed on top of Blake after Blake had stopped wrestling the night before. Blake hadn't protested or told him to get off him, so he'd just stayed there on top of him.

Seth felt really lonely now that Blake had gone back to his own cot. In the middle of the night he woke up startled. It was pitch black but Blake was sitting on the edge of his bed, putting his hand inside Seth's underwear. Seth had never jerked off before, and he was shocked when Blake started masturbating him. For a minute he thought he was going to die, but he reasoned it felt too good for him to die. Once he'd shot off Blake went back to bed and Seth heard him jerking off.

The rest of the camping trip Blake stayed on his cot. Seth thought about going over to return the favor, but he was scared Blake would get mad at him. During the last night there Blake had jerked Seth off again. Seth had let his hand rest on Blake's thigh, but he just couldn't touch his dick. He felt more guilty about not jerking Blake off than he did about letting Blake jerk him off.

They went home right after having breakfast the last morning and never mentioned Deep Creek Lake again. All their other adventures came up in conversation from time to time, but never the camping trip. They both decided it was best to forget the incident. It was all the more disturbing when Seth started to recall the details.

Seth found himself putting all the memories together, recreating the entire experience on the camping trip during his bus trip to the beach. He wondered why he had waited until he was eighteen for these thoughts to become so strong. He would have rather they stayed buried in his distant past, and he put them away as the bus turned into the station. Blake was waiting for him right next to the entrance.

Blake spent hours talking about his conquests and how he used his days to bask in the sun and play in the surf while his nights were spent chasing vacationing ladies up and down the boardwalk. Seth listened to his friend enviously, wishing his parents were rich so he didn't need to work all summer and miss out on the fun.

"I'll tell you Seth, we're going to have a ball. I've never had so much pussy. You wouldn't be interested in my overflow, would you?"

"I'm interested in anything I can get, Blake. I don't have your touch with the ladies. How long did it take for you to get lucky?" Seth asked as they sipped Cokes and he relaxed from the long boring ride.

"The arcade? The one at the end of the boardwalk by the bath house. I scored there the first night," he said.

"In the arcade?"

"Yeah. In the photo booth of all places. Want to see the pictures? I've got them upstairs. I don't believe I stopped to put money in the damn machine. She'd been eye balling me all afternoon. Around dinner time all the kids go. There were only three other people in there. She was twenty-three and she stood with her leg against mine while played the machine."

"Twenty-three! Shit! Five years older?" Blake said.

"She said I looked twenty at least. She says she wants a picture of me, and we go back into the corner where the machine was. I knew she wanted it bad. She was feeling my dick and I was so hard I couldn't stand it. I hadn't had anything since the last weekend of school. That's a long time for me. When I got in the booth, she undid my zipper and felt it. Once she knew what she had, well, she closed the curtain and went down on me right off. Man that was so hot. I was ready to cum in her mouth. I figured we had two minutes at best and I need to get off bad.

"She stood on the stool and unzipped her jeans. That fucking beaver was right there. I licked it like there was no tomorrow. I put my shirt over my dick and put more money in the machine and put it to her with the camera flashing while I fucked her. You can't see our faces but you can see my dick in her pussy. She just moaned and hung onto my neck while I fucked shit out of her. I came in about a minute after I got all the way in. I was really hot and afraid we'd get caught."

"You see her again?" Seth asked.

"Her and her room mate. They were on vacation from New York City. I was fucking both of them by the next day. Her friend wasn't as nice but I liked fucking her better. She was so tight. You get any?"

"Me? No. I've been working," Seth said.

"Yeah, me too. My dicks sore from working so hard. I've taken a few days off. The last girl I was screwing left last weekend. She almost wore me out. Like a jackrabbit, always after it. I've just started getting horny again the last day or so. Broke out the old man's tapes yesterday. Figured I'd wait for you so we could maybe find some girls together."

Seth had been excited the entire time he was on the bus. Once Blake showed him the pictures of him screwing the chick in the photo booth, he was really hard up. It wasn't as good as seeing it for real, but it excited him anyway. He knew he needed to get laid. When they got up to go get something to eat, Blake couldn't miss the bulge in the front of his jeans.

"My pictures do that?" Blake asked, laughing as he swatted it.

"Thinking about that pussy did it," Seth said.

"Shit, all you see is my dick going into her jeans. You still hot for it, Seth?"

"Hot for pussy," Seth said. "When do we find some ladies?"

"We'll hit the boardwalk later. The beach is crawling with woman on vacation. Mostly older than high school girls. There are a few girls our age putting out. Trouble is the local boys are mostly nailing them. They know the ones to date. I'd like to get in with one that lives here so I didn't have to look for a new one every few days."

"I don't care. Local, vacationers, just someone slowing down on the boardwalk, I'm so hard up I can't stand it," Seth said.

After having sandwiches for lunch, they both got their bathing suits on after Blake showed Seth to his bedroom. Seth couldn't wait to meet all the girls he'd been hearing about, but when Blake saw his bathing suit things started going bad. First he screamed as though he'd been stabbed or worse, putting his hands up to his face in mocked horror.

"You aren't wearing those to the beach? I have a reputation, Ran. Come on upstairs. I'll give you one to wear. Where did you get those disgusting thing? The fashion police would be on you like stink on shit."

Seth always did what Blake said concerning fashion because he was in the know. Following him to his bedroom, he couldn't see what was wrong with his suit. He'd been wearing it for years.

Blake went to his dresser and was tossing things out of each drawer with things falling on the bed, the floor, and on the nightstand like a sudden summer shower had just rained laundry down on them. Seth watched, amused as the clothes were landing all over the room as Blake emptied each drawer.

"Fuck, they're all dirty. I can't give you a pair of my dirty trunks. I don't believe it, mom's only been gone a week. I must have twenty sets of swim trunks. I know I have more stuff than that. Here, wear these. I just put them on a minute ago. This is my last clean suit. I'll get the pair I put on yesterday, you can't wear those awful things, that's for sure. Do you know how to do laundry?" he said, dropping his bathing suit to the floor and stepping out of them while looking around the room at all the clothing he'd just distributed.

"Yeah," Seth said, knowing he wasn't listening. "I can do a load."

"Don't be doing nothing with no load until I find my bathing suit," Blake said.

"I guess I'll just have to go like this. Cuts down the time it takes to attract the women," he said.

"Yeah! Cops too," Seth said.

"Ladies'll protect me from the cops to get a piece of this," Blake said, holding himself up in his fist as he kept wandering in the mess. "Now you know why you aren't sleeping in here with me. I'd lose you the second night. You might never find your way out. Haven't changed my sheets since mom left. Besides, I still sleep naked. We're getting a little old to be naked in bed together."

"That's for sure. You get too horny to take a risk these days," Seth kidded.

"Just want you to know it's nothing personal."

"It's cool. The room you gave me is fine. Wouldn't want to cramp your style with the ladies," Seth said. "Doesn't bother me one way or the other. I'd like privacy when I get laid the first time."

"Right, you'll want to fuck her and rush over to watch me fuck mine. You always were one way, Randolph," Blake said, poking him with his elbow as he passed.

"Come on, dude, get dressed. I don't let just anyone get into my pants," Blake said, laughing at his joke.

"No, just everyone that tries," Seth said.

"Don't be cruel. I have some taste. I just don't use it. That's all."

Seth dropped his trunks. It was when he bent to pick up the bathing suit near Blake's feet that he realized he was almost hard. Seth didn't remember ever being hard in front of anyone since that time in his sleeping bag with Blake. He was more embarrassed now, with Blake staring at it.

Seth felt a whole lot more naked than Blake did, not that nudity ever bothered Blake. Seth tried to yank up the bathing suit as quickly as possible to hide his erection. Flustered by his condition, he turned sideways dancing on one foot as he tried to get the suit up, but Blake's thinner waistline assured the trunks would hang up under his balls as they became bogged down on his rounder ass. The obstruction forced his dick to stand straight out of his modest brown patch as his friend's view of his erect package remained unobstructed.

"You might want to untie the string, Ran. My waist is only twenty-nine. Fuck dude, we're going to have to get you laid for sure. There are some ladies that would love to sit on that for you. I never saw a guy needs it more than you," he said, casually while he analyzed the situation. "You can keep those trunks by the way. I don't want them after another guy got all hard up in them. You been laid yet?"

"No. Does it look like I'm getting laid," Seth said, turning red as he fumbled with the string tucked firmly up under his balls as his dick throbbed because he knew Blake was standing there staring at it. "I been on the bus all morning. That always makes me hard up. Sorry about that. God damn string. Why do you put knots in the fuckers?" He yelled as he yanked against the knots.

"Here, Ran, push them down to your knees so I don't get into your equipment there. My fingernails are longer," he said as he kneeled in front of Seth after he pushed the suit back down. "We all get that way. You know it doesn't bother me none, Ran. We all get that way. You got to learn to lighten up some. It's no wonder you never get laid. You got to learn to go with the flow. You're on vacation, okay. Let's just have fun and not get angry with each other about stupid shit."

"Easy for you to say. I'm the one with the fucking hard-on and can't even get the god damn suit up," he said.

"There. Pull 'em up. Sorry I'm so fucking thin, okay. It isn't any bodies fault. Shit happens. You always did have more ass than me," Blake said. "Look, I got some of the old man's porn collection out so we could watch them while you were here. We can go down and I'll put one on and leave you alone. You can't go out in that bathing suit with a bone. You can't hide that thing. Once you're done, we'll go out and find you a babe so you don't need to take care of it yourself after that," Blake said, patting Seth's back as he way tying a neat bow in the bathing suit strings where knots once had been.

"It was the bus ride. I don't need to jerk off. We're going to the beach if you ever decide to get your suit on."

"Suit yourself. We'll get you laid. It would be a shame to let that hard-on go to waste with some lady would love to latch onto it. You are a stud, Ran, my man," Blake said.

"God, I was afraid you thought I had grown up and matured on you because we turned eighteen. Sorry about that. You know I'm bashful even in front of you. It's just I never did that in font of anyone. At least we can still laugh about it. Thanks for not growing up since you been down here," Seth said, hugging his friend tightly.

"Not in this lifetime. Pussy, brew, and you, Ran, my man. I've waited all summer for you to get here so we could give the ladies hell. They'll be talking about us for a long time after we're back in school. We're men now and it's time we act like men. Lock up your daughters, the dynamic duo is on the prowl, Ye hah!"

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