Boy in the Beach House

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Boy In The Beach House

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Boy In The Beach House

I had my hand on the door to go out on the deck when I saw him. He came bounding down the steps from the deck of the cottage next door, totally naked, and walked, maybe strutted, across the beach to the ocean. He was nicely tanned except for his butt and around his waist, but his butt would have caught my eye without that distinction. He was young, maybe college age, but just as likely a high school senior. He waded out till the water was mid-thigh, then dove into an oncoming wave. I got my binoculars off the table for a better look. I stood back just inside the door where I couldn't be seen and focused in on his very male form swimming against the waves with occasional, wonderful glimpses of his taut butt bobbing up out of the water. He was a powerful swimmer.

After a half hour or so he waded up out of the waves, the water sheeting down his muscles, and walked up the beach and stretched out in the raw, wet sand on his back, his feet toward the ocean. He was close enough that the waves rolled up over him. I watched his impressive manhood loll and bounce in the waves then settle on his hip or stomach or thigh as the water rolled back out. For a time he seemed to be sleeping but then suddenly he got to his feet and walked back toward the cottage. Now I got a good look at his manhood. Ohh, Godd! The way it swung so majestically, hitting his thighs, made my mouth water. I laid down the binoculars and stood out from the doorway. I wanted him to see me; and to know that I had seen him. I wanted to get to know him.

"Oh. Sorry!" he gasped with a surprised look when he saw me on my deck. "I didn't know there was anyone else around," he said, looking rather embarrassed as he paused on the steps leading up to the deck. He stood with his right foot on the next step so his thigh concealed his manhood, but made no other attempt to hide it. "Seriously, mister, I thought the place would be abandoned at this time of year. My grandparents said no one comes this late in the year."

"That's all right, there isn't anyone else except me," I said. "Or I didn't think there was till I saw you."

"Sorry, I meant no offense, swimming like this; I'll go put something on."

"There's really no need to on my account, I'm not at all offended," I said. "And I think we're probably the only ones along the beachfront. It takes a real man to buck that water at this time of year. Is it very cold?"

"It's not warm, but it's warmer out of the water," he said. "Excuse me a moment, I'll go put some clothes on."

I didn't try to stop him.

He came back wearing what looked like school PE shorts, nothing else. They were dark blue, looked like satin, and they clung to his butt and thighs. They covered but did very little to conceal his manhood. He looked nearly as good in them as he did naked.

"You're a grandson of the couple who owns the cottage?" I asked. "I never heard them speak of grandchildren."

"Great grandson, actually."

"Are you in college, getting away on an early or late break?"

"No. High school. Senior," he said. "But I am sort of getting away. I had some things to sort out and my grandparents lent me the place for a few days."

Up closer, he looked older than high school. Certainly, he had the build of a college boy.

"Would you like some hot coffee?" I asked.

"I wouldn't mind....thanks," he said as he leaped easily and gracefully over the railing into the sand and came over to my deck.

I lingered to watch the magnificent display of athletic muscle in motion, and the muscles of his powerful thighs propel him up my steps, then I went inside and poured two cups of coffee. He held the door open for me to come back out.

"When did you arrive?" I asked, handing him his cup. "Sorry, I didn't ask, do you take sugar or cream?"

"No, thanks, straight. I came in about midnight," he said.

"I didn't hear anyone," I said.

"That's because I was on foot. I hitch hiked from the road," he said.

"I don't know them well, but your grandparents seem like nice people," I said.

"They're great," he said with a broad smile.

I smiled too. "You seem happy just to mention them," I said.

"My Grandpa says there's no reason why grandparents shouldn't be great to their grandkids, they are put here to spoil them." He smiled again. "He's a diamond in the rough. He would be here with me if I wanted him to be but this is something I had to handle myself." His smile faded rather quickly, then he looked at me with a tight, scowling grin.

"Sometimes that is the case," I said.

We talked for a few moments, about the resort and the people who came there, and the little store.

"What about you? You wouldn't by chance be a coach or a counselor or something? You seem like you're easy to talk to. You remind me a little of my coach."

"I guess you might say I'm a frustrated artist who fills in as a coach when they need me, and coaches seem to be naturally held up as wise counselors, so yes, I fill that role as well, I suppose, when needed," I said.

"High school?" he asked.

"Yes." Was he looking for a mentor, I wondered; someone to talk to, a stranger perhaps, instead of his grandfather? I paused then went on, making my pitch, so to speak.

"Not to pry, but you said you're sort of getting away to sort things out. Is that getting away from anything in particular, or just to clear the mind for thought?"

He looked away, as if to avoid my question, then he spoke without looking around at me.

"I've always liked coming here when I can have the place to myself; it's a good place to think and get my head back on straight," he said, not directly answering my question.

"You're in high school; how long have you been coming here by yourself?" I asked.

"For about four years, since I was fourteen," he replied. He laughed and went on. "I know what you're thinking, I shouldn't have been permitted to be here all alone at that age, but I've always been pretty mature for my age; my parents knew I would be all right."

"Well, you do exude a certain maturity for someone your age. I would've guessed you in college," I said. "I suppose, getting out of high school, there are a lot of decisions to consider." I thought I would take a stab at it and see if he might open up.

"Yeah, I don't know whether I want to go on to college, or hold off a couple of years and get a job. Or maybe go in the military. I've always admired the Marines."

"And there is what do you do with all the girlfriends you might leave behind," I put in jokingly.

He laughed. "I can't afford to let girls take a huge priority in my life, but yeah, there is that to consider, whether I go to college or the Marines."

When he didn't say anything for a moment, I prompted him. "There's....something else, isn't there," I said. He looked at me funny. "There's something else on your list of considerations. Just then, you started to go on....," I said.

"Are you psychic or something?" he asked, smiling.

"No. But I could tell there's something else that you came here to think about and work out," I said. "More than you're saying. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to talk about it."

He looked down with a rather sheepish grin. "Well....yeah....I don't mind....I had sex for the first time a couple of weeks ago, and I'm kinda hanging on the wire, real uptight, don't know whether to rein in and keep it in check or let loose and go hog wild, which would be pretty easy to do now that I've tried it." He chuckled.

"That's your brains doing battle with your balls," I said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Not so unusual for someone your age," I said. "You are to be commended. Most boys your age, their brains shift down between their legs and take up residence there, and they think with their balls for the next several years. At least your brain is still in place and functioning."

"Yeah, but my balls are functioning, too, big time."

He paused and glanced warily at me, as if he wanted to say something else. I waited a moment then prompted him with nothing more than a curious smile.

"I know....you know there's more," he said rather sheepishly. "There's this guy at school....I think he's coming on to me, and I don't know how to handle that."

"What makes you think he's coming on to you?"

"Just the way he looks at me, and the way he smiles."

"Maybe he's just trying to be friendly," I said.

"It started out with just a glance and maybe it was just a friendly smile, but he's gradually gotten bolder. I've caught him staring right at my crotch a couple of times, especially if I'm wearing shorts or my jockstrap. I think he lifted one of my jockstraps. The other day when we were in the locker room, I saw him looking me up and down, like he would've been undressing me if I'd had my clothes on."

"Which you didn't? And that could well be the reason he was looking you up and down. The jock, by the way, I think I would consider it an off-hand compliment if somebody stole one of my jockstraps."

"Well, I had to buy a new one," he said.

"Small price to pay for what could be considered the ultimate expression of admiration," I said. "Is this boy younger than you?"

"Yeah, he's a sophomore," he replied.

"Then it could be simply a case of boyish admiration of an older boy," I said.

"I suppose so," he said.

"So what is it that you don't know how to handle?" I asked. "I don't see any real situation here."

"Maybe there isn't. Maybe it's just my imagination. But if there is....I mean, if he....did something, like came on to me....I mean, if he made a pass at me or something......"

"I think you might be buying trouble. But there's always no," I said. "Or yes, as the case may be."

He laughed softly. "It wouldn't be yes," he said.

"Then a simple no would suffice. Or no, thanks. Or no, thanks, I'm straight. Whatever, I don't get the impression that you're a homophobe," I said.

"No, I don't really care if he's gay."

"Then, if you say it wouldn't be yes, I don't see that there's anything for you to handle."

He didn't say anything; just sipped his coffee and gazed out at the ocean. I thought that was his real dilemma, whether his answer would be yes, or no. But I didn't pursue it.

"I almost sketched you, you know, when you were lying in the sand," I said, with a wave toward the easel perched in the far corner of the deck.

"Oh, yeah?" he said, looking around from the ocean.

"Yes, you're a very handsome boy, very well put together; an ideal artist's model."

He shrugged. "Well, I guess I wouldn't have minded," he said with a shy grin.

"Oh, then you wouldn't mind if I sketch you. You would model for me?" I asked.

"Well, I'm not the model type, but....yeah, I guess I could, if I didn't have to do anything," he said.

"Nothing except sip your coffee," I told him.

He shrugged, which I took as giving his approval.

"Wonderful!" I exclaimed excitedly as I got up and began to set my easel in place. I opened my case on the small table.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Just stay put."

I set to work with my charcoal. I couldn't believe my good fortune. I had come to the beach house to paint; specifically to paint still life, flowers and fruit, something I'd never tackled before. It was always the ocean, or rural scenes along the way that inspired me, something that I didn't have to concentrate too much on fine detail. I'd even stopped by the local market and purchased an assortment of fruit and went to the floral shop to buy fresh flowers. I was serious about my intentions. I had no idea that my inspiration for this trip would come bounding out of the next cottage stark naked.

I worked fast. My fingers fairly flew, and I soon had the first sketch finished.

"Now, if you would cock one foot up on the railing," I said. "Would you like your coffee warmed up?"

"Yes, if you don't mind. It's very good."

I rushed inside to refill his cup.

"Like this?" he asked when I came back out, and set his foot on the railing.

"Yes. Yes, that is a perfect jaunty pose," I said. And it was especially so, the way his firm, round butt sort of tilted inside the snug fitting shorts. I went to work again and soon had a second sketch done.

"Have a seat now, and cock both feet up on the railing." I flipped the sketch pad over for a blank sheet and my fingers fairly flew to complete the next sketch.

Next, I posed him standing in the corner leaned back against the railing, facing me, holding his cup. He stood and moved to the spot in the corner of the deck and rested his butt against the railing, his cup in one hand, his feet crossed at the ankles.

"Yes, perfect," I said. "I thought you said you're not a model."

"I'm not. I'm not doing anything except what you tell me," he said.

"That's what models do," I said.

I went back to my chair and surveyed the scene; the boy and the ocean and sky behind him, and the wooded hills far in the distance. He wondered why I was hesitating.

"Am I not standing right?" he asked, shifting his weight to his other leg, when I didn't pick up my charcoal.

"Yes, it's a perfect pose, quite natural. I was just thinking....wondering, if....." I laughed softly. "Well, obviously you have no secrets from me now, and I was going to sketch you naked....so I was wondering if I could get you to lose the PE shorts."

"Oh." He hesitated then looked down and shrugged. "Sure, I guess so, you've already seen everything," he said, and set his cup on the railing.

"I'll get you some more coffee," I said as I walked over to get his cup as he was about to shove his shorts down. I didn't wait to watch the unveiling. I went inside and heated up another cup of coffee in the microwave, my hand shaking so badly that the cup rattled against the glass tray. My Godd, what did I do to deserve this, I whispered to myself; he is gorgeous!

When I went back out on the deck I almost dropped the cup. He had resumed the pose, without his shorts, and he nearly took my breath away. I had already seen him naked....maybe it was the stance that jolted me so. I had to hold the cup in both hands to hand it to him. I hoped he didn't notice my hands shaking.

"Thanks," he said.

"Yes," was all I could manage to get out as I turned away from him, trying to keep my composure. I squeezed my hands to try to get them to stop shaking. I took my seat and gazed at him around the side of the easel, then took down the large pad and laid it across my lap, fearful that he would see the hardon forming in my shorts. I picked up the charcoal.

"If you don't mind my saying so....you look larger than before, when you came out of the water," I said.

"Oh." He looked down at himself. "Well, I guess things sort of shrunk up out there in the cold water," he said, laughing. "I guess everything warmed up inside my shorts. Why, am I too big, or something? I know I'm pretty good sized."

"Oh, my goodness, no!" I exclaimed, laughing. "I was just noticing, that's all. You are....well, a very impressive size."

He shrugged and seemed to relax again.

"You know, I've always wondered about something," he began. "The famous artists who did nudes, all the guys in their paintings were big, powerful, real muscular, but they all had dicks the size of a Vienna sausage. I always wondered if those models were really built like that or if they downsized them for some reason, like to conform to the social norms of the time."

"I think it was the times. I suppose it was not a time in history when the size of male genitals was to be celebrated," I said.

"Well, I don't know that there's ever a time for celebration of size," he joked.

"Oh, I think there has always been that in certain segments of every society," I said.

"Well, it's just something I've always wondered about. And it's not the kind of thing you can ask in art class," he added, laughing.

"Well, you can ask anything you want here," I said. "Listen, I don't mean to pry, but you're welcome to go ahead and talk...about before....if you weren't finished sorting things out," I said.

"I....d-don't know, I guess I was finished," he said.

"And I'm guessing you weren't," I said. "You mentioned having sex for the first time, and there seemed to be some ramifications. Do you want to expand on that? Or would you rather not talk about it. I know you've just met me."

"There's not much to expand on, I just did it for the first time, that's all," he said.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Everything I expected, I guess."

"You don't sound overly enthusiastic," I said.

"Well, I....." He looked down, staring into his coffee cup. "Actually, I lied."

"Wait," I said. "All this time and I failed to ask your name."

"Randy. What's yours?"

"Michael. You're not obliged to tell me anything, truth or otherwise, Randy, and you certainly don't have to confess your sins of lying. I'm just offering myself as a sounding board. You could just as well be talking to a tree."

He laughed so his stomach muscles rippled, he nodded and looked up from his coffee cup. "It wasn't my first time, actually. It was the first time with a girl, but my real first time was....that was with another guy."

"Oh."

"I'm not gay or anything," he said quickly. "I went to visit my buddy at college, and I stayed overnight in his dorm."

"And you and your buddy......"

"No," he cut in. "Not him. Not my buddy. His roommate, Bruce. Brandon, that's my buddy, he had told me his roommate was gay, but he said they never did anything `cause he's totally straight and he wasn't interested. But when I visited that time he told me he finally gave in and let Bruce give him a blow job. He said it was the best sex he ever had, and he's had a lot of sex with girls. He told me if I wanted to give it a try, he was sure Bruce would be more than happy to accommodate me. He recommended it, in fact. He had told Bruce about me coming to visit and he was really excited about it."

"Sooooo....you let Bruce give you a blowjob," I said.

"Yeah. I thought we were all going to bed and I had just come out of the shower when Brandon said he had to go to the library for a couple of hours. So he took off and left me and Bruce alone. I knew he was doing that on purpose. I was sort of nervous, being alone in the room with Bruce, knowing he was gay and the way he was probably looking at me. I started to put on clean shorts after my shower and he said I didn't need to put them on, on his account, that Brandon ran around naked all the time, and he and Brandon usually slept naked. I was a little uncomfortable with that so I pulled my shorts on anyway and started to stretch out on the floor in my sleeping bag when Bruce got up and told me I could have his bunk. I wasn't looking forward to sleeping on the hard floor but I wasn't going to take his bunk, or Brandon's. I told him no, I wasn't taking his bed and make him sleep on the floor. He laughed and said he didn't intend to sleep on the floor, he intended to sleep in his bunk too. I told him I didn't think that was a good idea but he said he was sure he could change my mind if I would give him a chance. Then he said, right out, `I know Brandon told you I'm gay. But Brandon didn't tell me you are such a hot stud. I would really like to do you'. Man, I was so blown away by that. I mean, I never had a guy come on to me like that before."

He didn't go on. He just stopped telling the story, as if it was finished. It wasn't. Not for me, and I didn't think for him. "You're not done with that story," I said flatly.

"Well, I think I'd better not tell the rest of it, `cause just thinking about it, and talking about it, is gonna give me an erection."

"Go ahead, get a hardon, nobody cares," I said.

"I didn't think you would want that for your sketch."

"I already have several sketches of you in your natural state. Whatever you present for me to draw, I will draw," I said. "So please, continue with your story, and get as big and hard as you want."

"Well, I....I admit I was curious as hell, from hearing Brandon describe how it felt, so....." He paused with a shrug. "I stretched out on Bruce's bunk. He crawled right in with me, right between my legs and started feeling me up. He had me hard in no time, and he pulled my shorts down and off and tossed them somewhere, then started licking my balls. Already, I started going nuts. I never felt anything like it. But that was nothing compared to when he took my cock in his mouth." He stopped again, with an embarrassed look. "I'm sorry, am I getting too explicit?"

"Not at all. I know all the words," I joked.

He paused again with a thin smile, as he remembered. "I can't describe every stroke, but he sucked me for a good twenty minutes or more, and I was wondering--panicking, really--about what do to when I was ready to go off, `cause he was getting me closer and closer. I finally put my hand on his head to stop him and told him he was getting me close. He said okay but then he went right back down on me. I didn't know what that meant, but a few minutes later I couldn't hold off anymore and I told him I was about to cum. He still didn't get off my cock and then I was cumming and I about freaked out when I realized he was taking my load in his mouth. I mean, I wasn't forcing him or anything; hell, I was clawing at the sheets. He didn't just take it, he swallowed it. Wow! Man, I can't begin describe how that felt."

He looked down at himself; his cock was growing with leaps and bounds and throbs. "I told you this would happen," he said, laughing.

"Don't worry about it. Go on," I said.

"Well, anyway, a few weeks later, I fucked a girl for the first time and I couldn't help but compare, and I gotta say getting sucked off by Bruce was better than fucking that girl. Way better."

"And why are you so reluctant to admit that?" I asked.

"I don't know, I....I don't think it's supposed to be that way. Is it?"

"You're asking me? Only you can decide what feels best for you," I said.

"But liking a guy's mouth over a pussy....I don't know....that's just too....."

"Too gay?" I finished for him.

"Well, some would argue that it might be," he said.

"Then stay out of that argument," I said. "You enjoy what's best for you. It matters not what anyone else thinks."

His cock was standing up at a sexy, sharp angle, now, very large, throbbing and quivering almost violently. I paused with the charcoal then quickly did some erasing.

"I'm sorry, did I distract you and make you screw it up?" he asked.

"No, I decided to adjust to the current situation," I said, laughing. "When I started your cock was hanging down."

"You're drawing me hard?" he asked, surprised.

"I'm seeing you hard," I said.

"We could wait till it goes down," he said.

I laughed. "I don't think that's going to happen any time soon, without help," I said. "I'll draw you this way, then do another one when you've returned to some semblance of normal."

He laughed. "You could pretty much consider this normal for me," he joked.

"Yes, I'm sure." I drew him as he was before me, a tall, muscular, virile young man in the throes of a young man's lust. Several times I compared my work with the subject at hand, for I feared I might have exaggerated his manhood. I concluded that I had not. Then an idea struck me.

"Randy....considering that the landscape keeps moving....." I laughed softly. "I wonder if you would let me get my camera and take some pictures of you. I would have them as a reference to work with after you've gone."

"Like this?"

"I promise they would not leave my hands."

"Could I see the sketches first?" he asked.

"Of course."

I had to hold my breath to keep from gasping as he walked toward me, his big cock swaying beautifully out in front of him, like a battering ram tilted upward. He stood beside me and looked at the sketches as I flipped the sheets. I tried not to stare at his cock but I had to swallow, my mouth was watering so, and I was sure he heard me.

"Well, you've already captured my face, I am very recognizable. I guess it'd be all right to take some pictures. I trust you. Besides, I know where to find you," he added, laughing.

"Yes, you do, and I would not want to tangle with those muscles, at least not in an adverse way," I said. I didn't think he caught my meaning. If he did, he didn't show it. I got up and went inside for my camera, imagining where this might lead. I had to wait a moment to calm down so my hands weren't shaking.

I took several pictures of him on the deck, front, side and back, then asked him to go down on the beach and into the water.

He looked all around, with a scowl, and I didn't think he was going to do it.

"I'm sure we're alone," I said.

"I thought I was alone, too," he said.

"You know, there's nothing wrong or illegal about nudity for art's sake," I said.

"I would say this is a little over the line, though," he said, looking down at his quivering cock.

"Yes, about nine inches over the line, I would say," I joked. "But it's your call. I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

He hesitated a moment longer then said, "What the hell," and went down the steps onto the beach. "Where do you want me to go, what do you want me to do?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Just what you're doing. Walk down to the water's edge and wade out....who knows, it might help you with your condition. Then come back and go up on your deck, maybe take the towel and dry off, then leap over the ledge like you did before and come back up on my deck. That should give me all the poses I need."

It turned into a great photo shoot. But the ocean did nothing to quell his erection. He came back and dried off and his cock jolted hard when he jumped over the railing from his deck and he swore, "Ohh, Fuck, damn near broke it off," as he grabbed hold of it. We had a good laugh over it.

He seemed chilled and I asked him if he wanted another cup of coffee and a blanket. He said yes to the coffee, and he followed me inside to get it.

"Are you sure you don't want a blanket to wrap up in for a few minutes?" I asked.

"No, the sun will warm me up," he said. "Listen, could I, uh...ask you something--something personal--without offending you?"

"I don't offend easy. Of course, ask away." He was standing close enough that I could feel his body heat, and I knew I could not be offended at anything this boy would say.

"It's none of my business, and it doesn't matter, but....are you gay? I mean, I've always had the concept--I think most everybody does--that artists and a lot of professional photographers are gay. But you....well, I'm not so sure."

"Can I ask you a question first?"

"Sure."

"If it doesn't matter, why are you asking? And, might you be offended by my answer?"

"Curiosity. And no, I won't be offended, no matter what your answer is. Curiosity, because you drew me and took pictures of me stark naked, with a hardon. But I haven't seen any indication that you're turned on by that--my body, I mean--and I figured if you're gay, you would be."

I smiled then laughed softly. "Your physical beauty is surpassed only by your wonderful, innocent straightforwardness."

"I think those are both compliments," he said.

"To answer your question, yes, I am gay. To answer your curiosity, I am VERY turned by you. But I don't usually give any indication of that, or display any evidence, if you will, unless and until I think the other person is interested. Does that answer your questions?"

"Yes, sir."

"Uh-oh....Sir....that usually doesn't bode well."

"What do you mean?"

"The sudden use of sir would tend to mean we are reverting back to proper protocol and abandoning the casual good will that's been established between us."

"I didn't mean that at all. I still feel good will between us," he said, sounding like he really was anxious to hang on to that good will.

I locked onto his searching eyes and held his gaze for a couple of seconds. Then I set my coffee cup down. "Would you still feel good will if I did this?" I asked and with the hand that had been warmed by the cup I took hold of his hard, thick cock.

There was a surprised intake of breath then "Yes" came out as a whisper.

"I have a feeling you want this," I said as I stroked his cock. "Is that the reason you told me about the blowjob?"

"No, it's not the reason, but then later I thought it might give you some ideas, if you turned out to be gay."

"I was getting ideas about you long before you told me about the blowjob," I said. "I started getting ideas the moment I laid eyes on you."

"W-what....ideas?" he asked, sounding nervous now.

"That girl you fucked....was she your only piece of ass? Have you gotten laid since then?"

"No, she was the only one," he said.

"Have you ever thought about fucking another guy?"

"No."

"But you are now."

"I guess I am now that you've put the idea into my head."

"Would you like to fuck me?"

"Absolutely, I would."

"All right, after I get you ready. Do you want to go into the bed, or out on the deck?"

"You would let me....out on the deck?"

"Of course."

"Then, there," he said, nodding to the deck.

"I'll let you go out and enjoy the anticipation and the sun; I'll be out in a few minutes," I said. I had not expected this and I wasn't prepared to be fucked. I quickly took care of that, then grabbed some lube and a condom and went out on the deck. Randy was lying in the lounge chair, waiting, with his arms flung over his head and his cock throbbing up over his stomach.

"How's the anticipation going?" I asked.

"Building," he said. "Can I ask how long you've had this cottage?"

"I purchased it at the end of the season. That's the reason we haven't met before," I said. I laughed softly. "Don't be concerned that your grandparents will find out they have a gay neighbor and they've let you come up here alone."

"I wasn't worried about that," he said, his eyes following my hand as I laid the condom and lube on the table.

I took a cushion from the other chair and tossed it on the deck beside his lounge chair. Randy whispered, "Oh, fuck," as I went to my knees beside him.

"You must be overflowing with anticipation," I said as I took hold of his cock again.

"It's been all I can do to keep from jerking my cock while I waited," he said.

"No need to ever do that if I'm around. I am always at your service." I stroked his cock and admired its shape and size, and the bulging veins. "You have a very mature cock for your age," I said.

"How so? A cock is as mature as a guy is old, isn't it?"

"No. Most boys your age have very smooth cocks. You have a beautiful network of veins."

"Is that good? Do you like veiny cocks?" he asked.

"Yes, and yes. I don't like big, ugly veins that make a cock look like an old gnarled tree root, but your cock is perfect."

"Thanks, I'm glad you like it."

"And you're wondering when the hell I'm going to shut up and suck it," I said, laughing.

"You'll get to it when you're ready," he said.

"I'm ready." With that I swirled my tongue around the head to lick off the precum then went down on his cock.

"OOhhhhh, fuck," he gasped softly.

I went up and down a few times. "I like to hear a lot of that, so I know how I'm doing," I said. "Just try to keep from yelling and screaming."

Randy was very responsive, not only verbally but physically. He got into it bodily, with his hands on my head and shoulders, urging me on as he humped his butt up out of the lounge cushion to thrust his cock into my mouth.

"If you cum, can you keep a hardon?" I paused to ask.

"Yesss!"

"Good. Then I want to get you off this way before you fuck me."

"Great, I can last a lot longer after I've gone off once."

"I want your load in my mouth, if that's okay. I want to taste you," I said.

"Fuck yeah, it's okay. There's going to be a lot of it, I haven't jacked off yet today," he warned.

"I'll take all you've got," I said.

I didn't know if he was trying to hold off but after quite some time, I thought if he lasts longer than this, my ass was in for a real workout. After about a half hour or so, I paused for a moment.

"I think you are a true top. Let's change positions so you can be more in charge," I said. I pulled him to his feet and took his place and scooted down on the lounge. "Now straddle me and feed me your cock. Fuck my throat."

"I can go that deep; in your throat?" he asked.

"Yes. In the other position, I was at your service. This way I'm at your mercy."

He shoved his cock in my mouth and went straight into my throat, his balls laying heavily on my chin.

"OOOhhhhhh," he moaned softly as he smashed his hard loins against my face. My nose felt like it was against a brick wall. He twisted his hips around and gouged out my throat with his cock while I fought down my gag reflex. Then he slowly withdrew till I could slurp around the head with my tongue. "Ohhh, fuck, your tongue is so hot," he murmured.

After several minutes he asked, "Are we going to fuck, like you said?" He pulled his cock out so I could answer.

"I said I'm at your service; whatever you want to do, whenever you want to do it. But I thought you wanted to cum first."

"I do, and I feel like I'm ready, but it won't cum. Maybe if I fuck you....."

"I can help you out with that. I can force it if you'll let me," I said.

"What do you mean, force it? How're you gonna do that?" he asked.

"If you'll let me show you....I promise, it'll be the most intense cum you've ever experienced."

"All right...I guess...what're you going to do?"

I got the lube off the table and squeezed some onto my fingers. Then I reached between his legs and shoved them between his buns before he could stop me.

"Wait, what're you going to do?" he asked, reaching down to grab my forearm.

"Just let me do this; it won't hurt," I said as I found and began massaging his asshole. I knew I had him when he relaxed his grip on my arm.

"Okay, I'm going to use one finger up inside you, then two if you're okay with it," I said as I pressed my fingertip against his clenching hole. He still had his hand resting on my arm but he made no move to stop me.

"Ohh," he gasped softly when I inserted my finger, well past the second knuckle. "Ohhhh," he moaned.

"See, I told you it wouldn't hurt."

I wriggled my finger around inside him and moved it in and out several times. His mouth went slack and he closed his eyes. I knuckle fucked him at a shallow depth for a moment then shoved my finger in as far as I could reach. I purposely avoided his prostate for the moment. I wanted to use both fingers for that.

"OOOhhhhh!" he moaned a little louder.

"I'm going to add a finger now," I said.

He nodded, still with his eyes closed.

I shoved two fingers in him as far as I could and he choked on his outcry.

"That didn't hurt, did it?" I asked.

"No," he gasped.

"Good. Feed me your cock now. Fuck my throat," I said. He shoved his cock in my mouth but lingered over my tongue slurping around the head. I found his prostate. I barely touched it at first. I felt around it for a good placement of my fingertips as I sucked his cock. Then I began a double massage. He went nuts.

"Ohhhhhhh!....Awwhhhh!.....Awww, fuck! Oh, Geezusss!......Oh, Godd....Ohhhh....Ohh, my Godd....Ohhhh....Ohh...Awwwhhhhh!"

He rode my fingers, sliding his crotch back and forth on my forearm, and twisted his taut butt around on my hand. Within moments he was pumping warm, thick boy semen down my throat. I wanted it in my mouth, to taste him, but this was about him, not me.

I got my taste at the end when he pulled his cock from my throat and the head came across my tongue, still pushing out warm semen. I slurped it hungrily. He tasted wonderful.

"Fuck, man I can't take any more," he gasped, gripping my arm to stop me.

I slowed my finger action to a very light and gentle massage of his love nut then slowly pulled my fingers out of his ass and massaged his quivering asshole. His legs were shaking. He stepped to the side of the lounge chair, stroking his slick cock, and stumbled back against the railing.

"Holy Fuck!" he gasped.

"Do you want to sit down?" I asked as I got up and helped him to the lounge chair. He collapsed on the chair.

"My Godd, I've never cum like that in my entire life!" he gasped, his chest heaving.

"I hope you're still able to fuck," I joked.

"Oh, I'll be able to fuck," he assured me. "Just give me a couple of minutes."

"Obviously your cock will be," I noted, for it had not gone down. It continued to throb and quiver, glistening with spit and cum in the sunlight.

"I need my legs," he said, laughing.

"No you don't," I said. I picked up the condom. "Do you want to use this?"

"Do you want me to?" he asked.

"No, but I wanted to give you the option."

"No, then," he said.

"Are you ready, then?" I tossed the condom on the table and picked up the lube as I straddled him. I lubed up my ass and drizzled some on his cock.

"Isn't this going to hurt?" he asked, holding his cock straight up.

"Not so I'm going to notice," I said. I eased down so his cock slid between my butt muscles and settled my asshole squarely on the head. "I want you to remember this," I told him.

"I doubt I'll ever forget it, or that finger job you just gave me," he said, his voice a little shaky now.

I let my weight down and felt my ass muscles giving way under the pressure of my weight.

"OHhhh, Fuucckkk!" he gasped loudly as my asshole opened up and swallowed most of his cock. "Ohhh, my Godd!" as I eased all the way down on it. I sat down hard and rotated my hips back and forth, making his cock lob back and forth inside me.

"OHhhh....ohhhhh, Goddd!" he cried.

His eyes were closed, his mouth slack. He let out a little whimper as I rose up and slowly sat back down on his cock. "How the fuck can anything feel so good," he groaned.

"This isn't your first fuck. Wasn't she any good?" I asked as I began riding up and down on his cock.

"I thought so at the time," he said. He kept his eyes closed, and I thought it was so he wouldn't have to see my cock squarely in front of him; so he could be in denial that it was a man he was fucking. A lot of first timers are like that.

"Ohh, my godd, this is so good," he whispered through clenched teeth.

I sat down on him and rocked back and forth then rotated my butt in wide circles.

"Ohhh....Awwhhh.....Ohhhh, Fuck!" he moaned.

"Do you want me to do anything different?" I asked.

"Ohhh, you're already doing everything."

"Do you want to change positions....you on top? We can do it any way you want."

"Just keep doing what you're doing....keep riding me," he said.

I rode him a while longer before I asked, "Are you doing what I think you're doing, by keeping your eyes closed?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked with a smile.

"Trying to pretend it's a woman riding you," I said.

"Well, I am trying to get my head wrapped around that it's a guy I'm fucking."

I took his hands and placed them on my chest; he still didn't open his eyes.

"Does that feel like boobs?"

"No, it feels like solid muscle."

I gripped my cock and smacked his stomach. "And that's a cock," I said.

"Yeah, I can see that."

"No you can't, you've got your eyes shut. Feel it."

He didn't.

"Take hold of it," I said.

He did, finally.

"Now open your eyes and see what you've got in your hand."

He opened his eyes and blinked. "Whew! That is a big cock."

"Not as big as yours," I said. "If it bothers you, you can let go. I just wanted to help you get your head wrapped around reality."

"Can we change positions now, me on top?" I thought he wanted an excuse to let go of my cock.

I rose up. His cock popped free and hit his stomach with a loud smack. I pulled him to his feet and stumbled backwards against the railing.

"Mmmm, just like that would be fine," he said as he stepped up to me and put his hands on my hips. I turned and bent over the railing and he entered me again.

"Ohhh, godd, it feels good this way," I gasped. "Ohh, yess! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He did, with a lot of noise, with the steady loud smacks of his loins against my backside. He didn't stop. He fucked me against the railing till I was hanging over it, hanging onto the bottom rail. He began slamming into me at a furious pace, using long strokes that gouged my insides. He fucked me every way imaginable; I thought he was developing new techniques and moves that he hadn't used before. He was good, and he was long. Then suddenly he slammed in and held his cock in deep. I felt his legs trembling and he was choking for air as he pumped his second load deep inside my guts. He convulsed violently till he collapsed on top of me. It was a great fuck but quicker than I expected.

I could hardly breathe under his weight but I didn't ask him to move. Finally he did, with great effort, and helped me straighten up. Then he leaned back against the railing.

"That is way better than pussy," he said.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Do you think that makes me gay, saying that?"

"No, it makes you a horny guy who likes to fuck," I said.

"But most horny guys fuck pussy," he said.

"And you will too. But unlike those other horny fucks, you've got a basis for comparison now."

"It's the comparison that bothers me," he said, laughing.

"It shouldn't. You can have it both ways," I said.

"How? Are you going to be here every time I come up here?"

"I rented the cottage to see how I like it up here. You've given me good reason to purchase it," I said.

"But I can't live here," he said.

"Neither can I. But you can call me any time you're coming; I can be here."

He looked down at his cock. "I'm curious about something. How did I come out so clean?"

"I took care of it."

"I won't ask how."

"You don't need to know. Unless and until you decide you want to switch roles."

He laughed but he didn't say anything, pro or con.

"We didn't make it down to the beach," I said.

"You looked too good bent over the railing," he said.

"Listen, Randy, you understand top and bottom, don't you?"

"Sure."

"I don't think you do."

"You were on top and we were going to change positions with me on top. What's to understand?"

"Okay, I was astraddle you, but I wasn't the top. You were on the bottom, but you weren't the bottom."

"Okay, I guess I don't understand."

"In the gay lingo, the top is the dominant figure. He's the one who does the fucking or gets his cock sucked. The bottom is the one who gets fucked or does the sucking and it doesn't matter what position you're in."

"Oh. I guess I didn't understand."

I laughed. "Yes, you need to be careful who you say I'll be on the bottom to."

"Thanks for cluing me in. And thanks for showing me."

"Listen, we're both staying the night. Seems a waste to mess up two beds. You can stay over here if you want."

He smiled. "I was thinking it would be great to sleep out on the beach. We wouldn't have to mess up either bed."

"Wonderful idea." I smiled, staring at his cock which was still fluffed up and lolling out in a wide arch.

We got dressed and drove into the village to eat. The sun was going down by the time we got back. We went around back of the cottages but at the stairs Randy took a few steps toward the water.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Do you want to go alone?"

"Not necessarily."

"It's okay. You did come up here to sort things out, you said. I don't mind if you want to be alone."

"No, I don't."

We took off our shoes and started off down the beach. He was quiet so I didn't say anything. But finally I did break the silence.

"I'm glad you chose this time to come here, Randy."

"I am too."

"Are you, really? We haven't messed up your head even more?"

"No, my head is surprisingly clear. Still messed up, but clear," he added, laughing.

We went a few more paces while I found my courage. Finally, I reached for his hand.

"Would it bother you if I do this?"

He started at first but then said, "No." He laughed. "It probably would bother me in the light of day or on the street."

We walked hand in hand for a long way.

"It's deserted up here," he said.

"The way I like it," I said. "Listen, Randy, when we get back....you asked how you came out so clean....I want to show you. Not for that reason," I said quickly. "Have you heard of rimming?"

"No, I've never heard the term."

"It refers to eating, licking and tonguing your ass. It's quite pleasurable."

"For me or for you?"

"Both. I love doing it and I would love to do it for you. I can drive you nuts."

"I hope no more than when you fingered my ass," he said. "All right, I guess if it's not for the other reason."

It was, just in case, for the other reason but I could only hope, and be prepared.

We had stopped for that brief exchange and were about to turn around and go back. When we turned we were facing each other, and I quickly took hold of both of his hands. He seemed startled.

"Randy, I have to explore this with you...would you mind if I did this?" Without waiting for his reply I leaned to kiss him. He reared back in surprise, but just barely, and when our lips touched he stood very still. For a full minute, I kissed him, with little or no response. It was a gentle kiss, meant only to show him the way and take him down that path if he was inclined to go there. When I ventured my tongue out I was shocked to feel his. I was more surprised when he pulled his hands away from mine and put them, one on my hip and the other one around the small of my back.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered as we sank to our knees in the sand in a full blown kiss filled with raw passion. After a moment he broke away with a tiny gasp of air. "Fuck. What're we doing?"

"I kissed you. And I think you kissed me back."

"Fuck, I did."

"Please don't be sorry. It was just a little experiment for you. It doesn't have to mean anything."

"It doesn't," he said quickly--too quickly--as he got to his feet. "But it wasn't such a little thing either." He walked away from me, down the beach.

"Don't, Randy," I said as I went after him. "Don't make it more than it was."

He stopped for me. "Don't make it less than it is," he said. "Kissing another guy isn't a little thing. Not for me."

"I'm sorry, Randy, I shouldn't have tried that."

"Don't be sorry," he said. "Like you said, I kissed you back. What bothers me is, I liked it."

"That was your body liking it. Your head doesn't have to accept it," I said. It sounded lame. "Look, Randy, none of this makes you gay. Giving your body the pleasure it craves, in whatever form, makes you a normal, horny teenager, nothing more or less. Everything you do outside of fucking girls is only experimenting around. It's perfectly normal."

We walked on, not holding hands now, and I wondered if he might leave, or at the least, go to his own cottage.

It was getting chilly and as we approached the cottages, I said, "I'll get my sleeping bag."

"I'll get a blanket," he said.

I was surprised and so relieved. I was afraid he might change his mind about us sleeping on the beach. I was certain he would change his mind about me showing him how to flush out. But he appeared at my door moments later with a goofy little smile and his blanket over his shoulder.

"You, uh....you were going to show me something....something to do with rimming."

"Yes." I showed him to the bathroom where I had set out a Fleet, and told him I would wait out on the steps. He came out several minutes later and leaped over the railing to land beside the steps beside me.

We walked a good ways down the beach, this time in the opposite direction.

"Do you know a good place? Have you slept out before?" he asked.

"No. Have you?"

"Yes, I've camped out lots of times. Up ahead, there's a sandy cove."

We came to a spot where the jagged rocks formed a horseshoe curve around a patch of sand. It was semi private with a wonderful view of the water and the beach in both directions.

"This is great. We should have brought wood for a fire," I said.

"It would attract attention if there is anyone in any of the houses," he said.

"We can open the sleeping bag to sleep on and cover up with your blanket," I suggested.

"Yeah, good idea. It's getting chilly, we may need to share body heat," he said, laughing.

I was glad that he was so casual about us sleeping together. We spread the sleeping bag and the blanket out then undressed. He caught me gazing at his naked body and laughed.

"You've seen me like this before," he said.

"Not like this. You're even more beautiful in the dark of night."

"Fuck this, I'm getting under the blanket," he said, laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"You called me beautiful."

There was plenty of space on the sleeping bag but when our legs touched we moved together at the same time. I was very surprised when Randy turned onto his side as well and put his hand on my side.

"Look, I'm sorry I got sort of spacey over the kiss. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. In fact, I....I would sort of like to try it again....you know, to see if it was as good as I thought."

"All right, but I want you to initiate it," I said as I lay over on my back.

"I just did, didn't I?"

"No."

"All right." He moved over me and brought his face close to mine. I could smell his sweet breath, and smiled inside as I realized that he had used my mouthwash. He had planned and prepared for this. I waited till he brushed his lips across mine then I put my arm around his broad shoulders and my hand on the back of his head to press our mouths together. Almost instantly I felt the powerful pulsation in his cock against my hip. It was a long and hard, passionate kiss and we broke away both sucking in air.

"Wow, it feels like it was as good as you remember," I joked as his cock stiffened.

"I said I liked it. Now I know why. You know, it's strange I never had this reaction so fast with a girl," he said, pressing his cock against me.

"You're still worried about it, aren't you?"

"About what?" he asked.

"About being gay. Look, Randy, when I find you down there bobbing up and down on my cock, when I see your face buried in my ass, when I feel your tight little ass sliding up and down on my cock, then you can start worrying that you might....just might be leaning in the other direction. Till then, just enjoy the sex."

"Funny thing, I never considered kissing sex," he said.

"I've known guys to get off, just kissing," I said.

"Wanta see if you can get me off that way?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

"I want to show you rimming first," I said. I moved down on the sleeping bag.

"I guess you want me on my stomach," he said as he started to turn over.

"No, this way," I said, easing him onto his back. I got between his legs and lifted them onto my shoulders and nuzzled my face under his balls.

"Mmmnnnn, that feels good already," he murmured.

"This little hard spot is your miracle inch," I said as I licked his perineum.

"Ohhh....Ohhh, fuck, am I going to be able to hold off till you get to my ass?"

I smiled as I began licking the crack of his ass. I didn't have to tell him to lift his legs. He brought them up and pulled them to his chest, tilting and spreading his taut butt for me. I buried my face in it, licking his crack hungrily, licking harder at his clenching asshole.

"Ohhh....ohhh, godd....Ohh, that feels good," he moaned softly.

I dug my fingers into the spongy rim around his hole and pulled it apart and drove my tongue inside him.

"Ohh, Fuck! I like this! I like rimming!" he said. "You can use your fingers if you want."

I worked up more spit and forced it into his hole. He was asking for my fingers; I had to wonder if he would resist if I tried to fuck him. I thought he was ripe for it.

Suddenly there was a sound close by, a snorting sound.

"What was that?" he whispered with a start.

I looked around.

"Can I have some of that?"

I snapped my head in the other direction to see a beautiful stallion standing a few feet us, mounted by a very big, even more beautiful male. I rose up from Randy's butt, feeling and I'm sure, looking, very foolish. Randy let his legs down and reached for the blanket.

"Don't cover up," the man said.

I found myself fixated on the man. He looked no more than thirty, if that. He was darkly tanned and drop-dead handsome, with coal black hair that glistened in the night. He wore a thin white T-shirt that looked wet--so thin that I could see the dark hue of his skin through it--and yellow bikini briefs that covered little, not even his butt. His thighs hanging down the horse's sides were massive and beautifully muscled. He was so stunningly beautiful he took my breath away.

"I hated to interrupt, but I had to see up close," he said.

Even his voice was sexy. Where had this young god come from?

"Aren't you going to answer my question?" he said.

"W-what did....I d-don't know...what did you ask?" I stammered.

"I asked if I could have some of that."

"Oh....I....yes....I mean, you would have to ask him....Randy."

"Randy. Is that your name?" he asked as he dismounted. The way he swung his right leg over the horse and jumped down was beauty in motion. I noticed his arms, now; huge, filling out his shirt sleeves. He dropped the reins and stepped over to the blanket. His bicep bulged the size of a grapefruit when he put his hand out to Randy. The tiny yellow briefs stuck in the crack of his ass, pulling the material in, still exposing his awesome butt.

"Glad to meet you, Randy. I'm Pete."

Randy took his hand, a mesmerized look on his face. "Holy shit!" he murmured under his breath.

"What?" Pete asked.

"Sorry....nothing, I....I just never seen anybody built like you," Randy said.

"Thanks."

"You must hear that a lot," I said with a smile.

"I do, but I didn't have a whole lot to do with it. Most of it's in the genes," Pete said. He turned his attention back to Randy. "Did you say I could have some of that?" he asked him as he dropped to his knees on the sleeping bag.

He didn't wait for an answer. He clasped his hand between Randy's spread legs, clamping onto his butt. I watched with baited breath; I didn't think the big stud was talking about rimming him like I'd been doing. I was right.

"He's got you nice and slick," Pete said as he explored Randy's butt. His arm bulged as he literally lifted the boy's butt up off the blanket with his hand. With his other hand he lifted Randy's right leg up and pushed it towards him and it tilted him up off the blanket. Then he spit in Randy's crack and worked it all around.

"Ohh...wait," Randy gasped suddenly, and I knew Pete had tried to shove his finger in him. "That's not what he was doing," Randy said.

"He was getting ready to," Pete said

"Ohhh....OOHhhhh! W-what're you doing?"

"Finishing what he started," Pete said. "Just relax, you'll like it." He laughed. "You're a virgin aren't you?"

"I'm a virgin to this," Randy said. He wasn't lying; in his mind he was a virgin to this man because he didn't know what the guy had in mind. Still, the wide-eyed look on the boy's face was priceless, and exciting. I wondered if I could've gotten this far with him.

"OOOOhhhhhh!" he cried out again as Pete shoved his finger into his ass.

"Whew, you're tight," Pete said.

"Oh, fuck, don't!" Randy said, taking hold of the man's wrist.

"Hey, stud, that 'OOOOhhhhh' I just heard was affirmative, not from pain," Pete said. "This isn't hurting, is it?"

"No. No, it isn't, b-but I....I d-don't think I wanta do this," Randy stammered.

Pete laughed. "And who's telling you you don't wanta do it? Your ass is telling me it wants to do it, and your cock is hard and jumping all over the place. Listen to your cock, dude."

"OOohhh, goddd!" Randy whimpered, laying is head back and I knew the man had found his prostate.

"That's what's making a liar out of you," Pete said, as he worked his finger in and out of the boy's ass.

"Ohhh....ohhhh.....ohhhhhhhhh....ohhhhh.....!!"

"Ready for two fingers?" Pete asked.

Randy lifted his head. "No! No more, please."

"Why not? It's driving you crazy, admit it."

"I'm not denying....it feels good....I can't help it. I just don't wanta be doing this."

Again, Pete didn't listen. I was on my knees now, beside them, so I could see better. Part of me thought I should do something to intervene and save the young teenager from the fate that I was sure awaited him, but there was nothing I could do. Pete wasn't listening to him, he wouldn't listen to me.

In proportion to the rest of him, Pete had very big hands and fingers. They were long and thick; I'd seen cocks that weren't as big. He was twisting and thrusting his middle finger and in out of Randy's ass and wetting his other middle finger in his mouth. He turned his hands back to back and started working both middle fingers into the boy's ass. This was way more than I'd done to him.

Randy laid his head back again, his mouth slack, his expression one of resignation, even defeat and submission. I wondered why he offered no resistance, except that he could not have fought the man off if he tried. He was just too damned big and muscular. I wondered if Randy had any clue what was probably in store for him.

"OOOOHHHHH!" he cried out again. "Ohhh, Godddd, don't.... don't.....Ohhhhh.....UUUhhnnnnn," he whimpered uncontrollably.

Pete thrust both of his long, thick fingers into Randy's ass and I could see the sinewy muscles in his forearms dance as he moved them around inside him.

"You're loosening up," he said.

"I don't want this."

"Tell your ass that," Pete said.

"I know what you're gonna do and I'm not gay," Randy whimpered; he sounded like he was crying.

After a moment Pete pulled his fingers out then shoved two fingers of his right hand inside him. "Listen to your cock," he cooed as he leaned over Randy and nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. "Tell me what it's saying....tell me this feels good."

"I said it does, I can't help it, but....." Randy said.

"I know you can't. That's `cause you're hotwired, your cock to your asshole to your love nut," Pete said. "You know what, you hot fucker, I think you're ready for some cock."

Randy suddenly came to life again. He lifted his head and shoulders off the blanket, his eyes wide. "No, man, not that. Not your cock. You're not gonna fuck me! I told you I'm not gay."

I could see the tiny yellow briefs tented terribly with the man's cock. He looked enormous.

"How about you get down there and do what you were doing and keep him heated up for me," Pete said to me as he straightened.

I almost jumped at the chance. I scrambled to my knees and buried my face in Randy's upturned ass. His hole was loose and opened up and I was able to shove my tongue in real deep.

"OOOhhh.....ohhh.....ohhhhh, fuck," he moaned

I could see Pete peeling off his T-shirt, exposing a massive upper body. His briefs looked even smaller now, the waist stretched way out from his belly by his burgeoning cock.

"Ohh, yeah....ohhhh.....Oh, Fuck," Randy groaned as I tongued his ass. Then he asked the damnedest thing. "How do you get muscles like that?" He sounded breathless and rather meek.

"You like my muscles, huh," Pete said with a chuckle.

"You're....fuckin'...awesome....Ohhh....ohhh, godd, eat me! Eat my ass!" Randy cried. His tone and demeanor were entirely different now, almost one of confusion. He seemed to have forgotten his fate, as if the mere sight of the man's superb body had put him under a spell, and he was ready to succumb to anything he wanted.

Pete shoved the front of his briefs down and tucked the waistband under his heavy balls. His balls were the size of two fists, and his cock was easily as big as I thought, probably ten inches, maybe more, and very thick. The head was going to bust Randy wide open. Pete motioned for me to move out of the way.

Again, I felt I should say something to try to stop it--the boy couldn't see his cock and had no idea what he was in for--but I didn't. I watched.

Pete let a mouthful of spit fall onto his cock then slicked it all over. He pushed on Randy's thighs to tilt him up further, and spat in the crack of his ass.

"If I begged you, would you not do this?" Randy asked meekly.

"Just give me a minute before you decide," Pete said, and he shoved his fingers deep inside Randy's ass again.

"Ohhh, Goddd!" Randy moaned through clenched teeth. "Ohh....Ohh, fuck, I can't stand that!" he cried out.

Pete laughed. "You liked his tongue; you like my fingers, what makes you think you won't like a nice big cock sliding in real deep and massaging your love nut?" Pete said.

"It's the idea of it; I just don't want to get fucked. I'm not gay," Randy said.

"Okay, I'm going to give you a chance to change your mind," Pete said as he rubbed his cockhead against Randy's hole. He did it for a moment then shoved his fingers back in, causing Randy to cry out again. Then he pulled his fingers out and rubbed his asshole with his cock again. He did it several times then stopped altogether.

Randy lifted his head, a bewildered look on his face.

Pete smiled. "You don't want me to stop?"

"I d-don't want it, b-but I think I do....I'm scared."

"Don't be. You can do this, and I know you want it; your cock is hard," the man said. Then I saw his awesome butt clinch, forming saucers in the sides of the muscles, and I knew he was going to enter him.

"I can't help my cock being hard," he said, then suddenly he winced, with his eyes wide. "Oh, godd, he's doing it! He's gonna fuck me!"

I quickly moved to Randy's shoulder to watch. I knew he was feeling the pressure of Pete's cock against his hole; he hadn't penetrated yet.

"I didn't get a chance to see how big he is," Randy said to me in a nervous whisper.

"Big," I said, my lips close to his.

"He's going to fuck me," he whimpered but he didn't protest or make the slightest move to even try to prevent it.

"Kiss me, Randy. Kiss me hard," I said.

He didn't resist my kiss and he kissed me back, hard, like I asked. I could tell when Pete penetrated him. I felt the reverberations of his outcry in my mouth. I held Randy's head and held the kiss, trying to make it as passionate as I could as he was being impaled on the huge fuckmeat. Part of me was jealous. I longed to be in his place. Randy kept moaning but his moans were just that now, not outcries, and they were dying down. After a moment, when I thought he was all the way in him, I lifted my mouth from Randy's.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Pete said.

"Holy Shit!" Randy gasped loudly. He rose up as if he could see. "Godd, it feels like a baseball bat inside me."

"I am pretty big, but you took me like a man," Pete said. He was holding in deep and tight, forcing him to get used to it.

"Did I have any choice?" Randy said in a surly tone.

Pete laughed. "As much choice as you've got now," he said. "You didn't fight me very hard," he added with a chuckle.

"Did I have to fight you? I told you I'm not gay, I didn't want to get fucked," Randy said.

I was surprised at his continued attitude, considering he was completely impaled on the man's cock, and Pete was just waiting to start fucking him.

"And your ass called you a liar," Pete said.

I leaned back out of the way when Pete leaned up over him, his face right over his. "Listen, you hot little stud, I want you to get over the idea of being fucked and concentrate on this....you are being fucked, and every part of your body except your head is okay with that. Right now you're trying real hard to hate me for this, but ion a couple of minutes you're gonna be begging me not to stop and when we're finished, you're going to thank me and probably even wanta do it again. So stop worrying about being gay. You're going to walk away from this with your manhood intact."

I could see the way Randy was looking at him, with a fixation, and I couldn't tell if it was because he was listening or if he was so taken by his handsomeness, or what. But he didn't say anything.

"Now, since we didn't exactly have any foreplay, let's do that now," Pete said as he started to kiss him.

Randy didn't turn his face away or resist in any way. "Just take it easy with me," he said just as Pete pressed his lips to his. At the same time Pete pulled his hips back several inches and eased forward again. I heard Randy moan.

I moved around where I could watch from behind. I wanted to see Pete's ass in motion. I only watched for a moment but I couldn't keep my hands to myself. My own cock was hard but my hands ached to touch Pete's butt. I finally reached out, and when he didn't say anything I began feeling his muscles all over.

I heard Randy starting to moan and saw his muscular legs wrap around Pete's lean hips. He was liking it. I was jealous of both of them. After a few minutes Pete slowly withdrew and held his stance apart from the boy, his big cock throbbing and bobbing up and down just inches from Randy's ass.

"Why did you stop?" Randy asked in a weak, hoarse voice.

Pete laughed. "You said you didn't want to be fucked; I thought I should respect that. I'll just use my fingers."

Randy moaned again as Pete began fingering his ass, and he was soon thrashing his butt around on Pete's hand.

"Ohhh....ohhhh.....Ohh, fuck, Pete,.....you gotta stop fucking with me....stop fucking with my head....doing this shit to me.....I don't know what to feel," he ranted.

"Just feel good," Pete cooed. "All I wanta do is make you feel good, stud."

The next thing I heard was Randy whimpering, "Ohh, Godd, Pete, don't fuck with me like this! Fuck me! Give me your cock! Please! Fuck me!"

"Told ya," Pete said, laughing.

"Don't laugh at me," Randy growled. "Just fuck me, you fuckin' stallion! Geezuss, I never believed anything could feel like this. Your cock feels like an electrical rod sending tiny electrical currents all through my ass."

"That's not my cock causing it. Give yourself some credit; you like it, stud. Even in your head you like it, as much as your body does."

Randy started to reach for his own cock but Pete brushed his hands away.

"No, no, you don't need to do that. I'll give you all the pleasure you need, all you can handle. I'll make you cum without ever touching your cock."

"Where'd you learn to do this? Did you go to a school or something?" Randy asked.

Just then Pete shoved back in, using wide, circular corkscrew motions.

"AAAwwhhhh! Ohhhh, fuck! Ohhhh, My Godddd!"

"You like that?"

"Ohh, do that again, fuck me like that again," Randy groaned.

Pete cork screwed him again and Randy clamped his mouth around his forearm to keep from screaming.

"Don't stop!" he gasped with desperation. "Fuck me, Pete, just like that. Keep doing it. Don't stop. You're gonna make me cum."

I quickly moved around and leaned over Randy's middle. I didn't suck his cock because I didn't think Pete would want me to touch him either, but I positioned myself so I would get his load in my face and hopefully much of it in my mouth.

Randy was strangely quiet for the rest of the time Pete cork-screwed him. I think he might've been afraid to cry out for fear he really would scream. I waited with great anticipation, drinking in the sight of Pete's massive upper body rippling as he fucked. Suddenly, without warning, I was hit in the face with a powerful jettison of warm cum, then another and another. I opened my mouth to catch some of it but Randy's cock was moving about so that most of it splattered on my face.

I could see that Pete was cumming too, deep inside Randy, from the way his body convulsed and his stomach muscles lurched and his grunting groans. I could only imagine what Randy was feeling.

"Go ahead, suck him dry," Pete said to me.

I eagerly devoured Randy's cock to get the last of his precious seed. His body lurched and convulsed too, from the tenderness in his cock. Randy was moaning as Pete slowly extracted his cock then it was sticking out in my face.

"Now suck me dry," Pete said, putting his hand on my head.

I got off of Randy's cock and offered my mouth to Pete. He shoved his cock straight into my throat. He was big and I choked but he held my head tight and fucked my throat several strokes. I'd never had such a big cock but I was delighted to be forced onto this one.

When he pulled out I coughed and straightened up. I breathed, "Fuck!" and heard Randy groan, it sounded like with deep satisfaction.

Pete shoved backwards and shoved himself to his feet. He towered over us like a Colossus. I was still awe struck; I'd never seen anyone so big and beautiful.

"How tall are you?" I asked. It sounded dumb.

"Six four," he said.

"Is that your height or your cock?" Randy asked.

Pete laughed. Just then his horse snorted and stomped a hoof, as if to say, okay, you're done, let's go. Pete put his hands down to Randy and me and pulled us to our feet. He steadied Randy with both arms around him.

"You are an awesome guy," he told him. "And an awesome fuck." When Randy didn't say anything--although he had his hands on Pete's shoulders--Pete said, "Don't have bad feelings about this, or me, okay?"

"I don't know if I will or not. My head's still spinning; I'm still pretty confused." Randy said.

"You'll work it out in your head. You're going to be okay," Pete told him.

"Yeah," Randy said.

Pete held him out at arm's length and I saw Randy looking at his massive arms. "Next time you're up here, I'm in the big white house with blue shutters up in the wooded hill. Look me up, we'll do this again." Then he let go of him and gathered up his T-shirt and briefs. "Here, you can have these, something to remember us by," he said tossing the yellow briefs to Randy. I didn't know when he had lost the briefs.

Randy snatched them out of the air and held them in a wad. Pete went over to his horse and took the reins. He mounted the horse in one swift, beautiful motion and locked his long legs around the animal's belly.

"You can call me; I'll make sure I'm here for you. I check my messages every day. My number's easy to remember....424-8810." He gave a wave as he waved the horse around, and rode off up the beach.

Randy and I stood and watched him ride into the night. We stood there for a time in the silence, except for the sea washing up to the shore.

"It got chilly," I said, my voice husky.

"Yeah, I hadn't noticed," Randy said, still gazing in the direction the horse and rider had gone.

I laughed softly. "You wouldn't notice. He had you pretty heated up."

He didn't say anything, just kept looking off in the direction of the wooded hills. Then he walked over and picked up his blanket. "I think I'll spend the rest of the night in my bed."

A little disappointed and worried, I watched him walk away. I thought I caught a glimpse of something shiny on the back of his thighs....it was Pete's cum draining out of his ass. We walked back to the cottages and I told him good night from my deck as he was going inside.

"Listen, Randy, if you change your mind, my door will be unlocked," I said.

"Okay. Thanks."

Next morning I woke up later than I intended. I jumped out of bed, afraid Randy would be gone. He hadn't said how long he was staying. I went out on the deck to find him leaned over the railing of his deck, gazing out at the sea. He had on a T-shirt and Pete's yellow briefs.

"Good morning," I said.

He didn't say anything; it was as if I weren't there. I didn't say good morning again. I decided to leave him alone with whatever he was wrestling with. I was surprised he had on Pete's briefs. Inside, I kept an eye out while the coffee brewed. Randy didn't move, just kept gazing out at the sea. When the coffee was done I poured two cups and went back out on the deck.

"Coffee's on," I said, setting one cup on the top rail.

"Was that a setup last night?" Randy asked, without looking around.

"What?"

He straightened and turned toward me. "Was it a setup, that that guy showed up and overwhelmed me and fucked me a new asshole. Was it planned?"

"No, I swear it wasn't. I never saw him before last night. I was as surprised as you were."

"I don't think so, he didn't fuck you."

"I wish he had. I was jealous," I said. I picked up the coffee cup and handed it out to him. He leaned over his railing and took it.

"Thanks."

"Are you okay?" I asked. "I was worried when you said you were going to spend the rest of the night in your own bed."

"My ass? It'll recover. My head....that's gonna take a while."

"He was right, Randy, nothing that's happened here makes you gay."

"Maybe not. But it makes me very straight curious."

"Are you still curious?" I asked cautiously.

'I don't know what I am right now," he said.

"I notice you're wearing his yellow briefs."

"I'm going to come back and see him and give them back to him," he said. "I want to hate the son of a bitch, but I know I'm going to come back and see him."

"I wrote down his number, if you want it."

He rattled it off. "424-8810."

"It's okay, Randy, if you want to see him again. I don't blame you. He's gorgeous."

"He's beyond gorgeous. He's the most incredible looking man I've ever seen in my life," he said. "I don't know how anybody couldn't be attracted to him."

"Are you attracted to him?" I asked.

"I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I'm wearing his shorts, I remembered his number....yeah, I would say I'm somehow attracted, in a strange way," he said. "And it doesn't help that I've got a quart of his cum still inside me," he added. He sipped his coffee, gazing out at the sea.

I turned and picked up a card from my drawing case and reached across the railing.

"I know you won't remember my number, but I want you to have it. I can be here anytime you want to talk. I'm gay, Randy, and I can tell you it's not a disease, although it can feel like you're recovering from a terrible illness when you first face it and deal with it. I was younger than you when I faced it. I was scared to death. I was about your age when I started dealing with it....came out to myself you might say. Just know it is survivable."

"I'm not gay," he said, not too emphatically.

"Probably not. But I think you're going to need somebody to talk to. Somebody who's been there."

"Thanks."

"I should've intervened last night, but I didn't know if you wanted me to; you didn't seem to be resisting him too strongly," I said.

"He took me past the point of resistance," he said. My Godd, how could anybody resist him? His very presence is overpowering. It was like he rode up out of nowhere and put a spell on me; like in a fairy tale. I didn't want what he did to me, but part of me did. God help me, when I was lying in my bed I was wishing he was there with me."

"It's okay," I said. "Everything you're feeling is okay. Don't beat yourself up over it."

He leaned over with his forearms resting on the railing, his hands wrapped around the cup. I saw his tongue moving against his cheek, as if he were in deep thought. He kept looking out at the water. I think the water was his solace as well as his demon; it comforted him and it frightened him.

"Okay, I haven't been completely truthful with you," he said, without looking around.

"With me? Or yourself?"

He glanced around for a second.

"You don't owe me the truth," I said. "But don't lie to yourself. That's ugly."

"Okay, I haven't been truthful with either one of us," he said. "Maybe I protest too much about not being gay. Maybe I am." He turned with a pained look on his face. "I said I came up here to be alone and work through some stuff, and that part's true. And the part about the guy coming on to me is true. And I tried to sound like I was wrestling with losing my virginity to that girl. That's partly true because I didn't know how I was going to go down two paths at the same time, because what wasn't true was that I hoped that guy did come on to me because I wanted him to, so I....so I could see how it's done. Because I wanted to come on to him, but I was afraid to because I didn't know how. I wanted him to show me so I might find my own courage."

"Randy, in the end, it doesn't matter if you're gay or you aren't. Just be who you are."

"Geezusss....I could never come out at school, or to my family," he said, sounding frightened at the thought of it.

"What does that mean, anyway?" I asked. "I never understood why there had to be a pronouncement about one's sexual preference. You never hear of straight guys coming out that they're straight. It's all a bunch of nonsense."

"You never came out?" he asked.

"No. I know people have figured it out and they know I know they have. It doesn't require a pronouncement to the world and it doesn't deserve a confirmation."

"No one's ever asked you? I mean, I can just hear some people asking me if stopped dating girls or something."

"No, no one ever has. If they did I think I would say something like, 'Why would you ask something so personal? I never asked if you're straight.'"

"I hope I have that kind of nerve if the time ever comes.....if I am gay."

"Do you plan to stop dating girls?" I asked.

"No," he replied quickly. "Well, I don't know. But I know I will pay close attention to this other guy when I go back home and if he gives me even a hint, I'm all over it. I don't know how I'll be all over it, but I won't let the opportunity be wasted for lack of guts. And I know I'll come back up here and see Pete. And somehow all of that just doesn't seem compatible with dating or fucking girls."

"I don't see it that way," I said. "I've had sex with a lot of straight married men who don't believe having sex with another guy is cheating on their wives."

"Wonder how their wives would feel about that," he said.

We sipped our coffee in silence for a couple of minutes.

"You believe me, don't you, that I didn't set you up?" I asked.

"Yes." Then he smiled and laughed. "Hell, if you'd known that stud was going to be here, you wouldn't have had anything to do with me. You would've thrown rocks at me."

"That's not true."

He gazed off in the direction of the wooded hills where tiny white specks marked the homes there. His hands were wrapped tightly around the coffee cup.

"When will you be going back?" I asked.

"I thought as soon as I finish my coffee and get dressed, but......" Suddenly he straightened and walked over to the steps. He came down his steps and came up mine, onto my deck.

"Would you like a refill?" I asked. "I can make more; I think you've got a lot on your mind right now. Why don't you stay for a while longer."

"Thanks, I will....both....the coffee, and a while longer," he said.

I started to go in and make the coffee but he wrapped his and around my arm. "Michael, I want you to know I appreciate you listening to my babbling and I want to thank you for all you've showed me."

"You're welcome. I didn't take it as babbling." There was more he wanted to say; it was all over his face, but I couldn't read it. "What, Randy?" I asked.

"This guy, Pete, is mesmerizing me even from this distance. Fuck, there's even something about having his cum inside me....." He let his words trail off.

"I have another Fleet if you would like to flush it out," I offered gently.

"Thanks, but no, I....I want to take it with me. I want it in me. I like the idea of that most intimate part of him being inside me. It sounds weird but it's like my body is absorbing him."

"It doesn't sound weird at all," I said. "I think you are smitten with him."

"I wish you hadn't said that," he said with a smile. "Now I've got that little truth to deal with."

He still had that look, like the turmoil inside was tearing him up. "Randy, it's a lot easier to deal with if you don't try to keep it bottled up inside," I said.

"I feel like I'm ready to explode," he said.

I pressed my hand against his chest. "Then let it out. Say the first thing that's on your mind."

"Michael, I....."

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck me," he blurted.

I wasn't expecting that and I must have looked startled.

"Not just fuck me," he went on quickly. "I want you to make love to me."

"I can't be Pete for you. I'm not Pete," I said.

"Pete can wait. Will you do it if I stay? If you don't want to, I understand, and I'll pack up and......"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Take a pill. Breathe," I said, placing my hand over his mouth. "Know this, you incredible, sexy, teenage hunk. You don't ever have to ask anyone to have sex with you. The line of men and boys to do that is endless. Godd, yes, I will make love to you. I will make you forget that I'm not Pete."

"I don't want Pete right now, so stop talking about Pete," he cut in. "I want someone who understands these feelings that are gnawing at me. I need someone who can help me know if I'm gay and then help me deal with it. I don't think Pete could do that. I know you can. You can help me decide if I'm truly gay."

"It's not a decision you make, Randy. It's something you come to know; a realization. It's facing yourself. So stop making more of it than it is."

"All right, help me face myself."

"I can't do that. I can fuck you, I can make love to you, I can make you know that you like having sex with guys. But the rest is up to you."

"All right, will you take me in to your bed and do that? I need that. I don't want to leave and be alone with all of this. I need you, Michael, more than I've ever needed anyone in my life."

"Yes. Godd, yes!" Then I whispered a silent prayer; Godd, don't let me come up short.

The End

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