Work was forgotten. Instead of going to some distant place for my vacation, I decided to go the places near home I rarely went.
So there I was walking the pier...breathing the salt air...watching the half clad people around me..doing nothing.
Doing nothing was rare for me. Work demanded an early to late hour existance.
Even on weekends, I'd be at my desk in the office or at home working. Don't get me wrong, I liked my work...and found that my long hours and obsession helped my promotions of course.
But outside of work, I had no life....other than what went on in my mind as I masturbated while watching tapes I rented from a nearby adult store.
Men have always been my sexual addition. I had some in person encounters over the years too. And when on the road for my company, I bolstered enough guts to call an escort service for one or two hours of fantasy in person as well. So, I'm not scared of who or what I am by any definition.
The boys that skated by amazed me. Shirtless, shoeless, shorts riding low around their youthful hips, their adolescent pleasure trails visible on their very tanned skin. I imagined how white they were underneath..how hairy or smooth, how hung, how horny.
One in particular skated by and looked at me. I nodded and he smiled. My cock stirred and I thought "our gardar" had connected. Time after time, he and his buddies skated by....and he'd smile again.
I knew I'd be thinking about him that evening as I grabbed my erection for the third time that day.
Most kids who are aware of us older types are teases. Boys or girls, they like being looked at, leared at even and giggled as they showed whatever they had to offer. Girls in bikinis, boys in shorts....they all were the same. But I'm not bitter..as long as they want to show it, I'll look at it..and like it.
A couple of days passed by and I spent them on the pier, enjoying the sun, passersby, obvious military kids on leave, kids running around their parents, young couples probably on honeymoons and groups of skating, running, surfing young men.
The skaters I saw that first day seemed to be regulars too. They were everywhere...skating, laughing, horsing around, swimming, and constantly pulling up their shorts which would fall back down on their hips.
The kid who smiled at me that first day was there too. And he'd nod in acknowledgement of me at times..other times he'd just do his thing while I watched.
I heard one of his friends call him by name..so I knew him as Ken. And the sight of him confidently riding his skateboard like a surfer on a wave was a beautiful sight. The more I saw him, the more I envisioned him naked on a surfboard riding the waves..the sun and salt water making his brown skin glow. The young muscles straining to maintain balance and control of the board beneath him...and the look of concentration on his face telling me he knew what he was doing.
"Hi" he said to me one late evening. Few people remained on the pier. His friends weren't around. The Sun had moved across the sky and was sinking behind the buildings.
"Hi" I offered back. "You're looking good" I ventured further.
"Cool. Seen ya around. You hanging out?"
"Vacation..decided to spend it at home..here...never get here often enough"
"I'm here all the time"
"Looks like it..your are so brown you're almost golden" I said to him. My eyes were locked onto his innocent looking green pupils that seemed to glow.
He ignored the compliment.
"I live across town. Missed my bus." He said perhaps hoping I'd offer him a ride home I assumed.
Later I would thank god that this beach town's public transportation ended at seven o'clock for some strange reason.
"Staying at a motel nearby" I explained "kind of a getaway type thing. So I can see the sunrise..ever seen it?" I knew it was a stupid question but I was in the early stages of seduction..so why not?
"Sure.....love it.....love to swim when the sun's coming up....cold but kinda romantic you know?"
He was flirting back. My brain was racing, my stomach trembling a bit, my cock stirring allot.
"Yeah.....hard with all your friends around though isn't it?" I was explaining why I hadn't approached him before.
"Guess so.....but they don't show up till late morning" The subtext of what his was saying or the way I was interpreting it, had me hard as a rock.
"Can you stay over?" I blurted out...and then wished I hadn't. I was determined to go slow..but suddenly wanted to get to the basic question.
"Guess so" he said with a smile that sent warmth throughout my body.
"Let's get something to eat"
Pizza? no. Barbcue? no. Italian?
"I have a change of clothes in my backpack"
The motel room was a block away from the water. The place was known for it's gay clients..so the sight of two men going to a room was expected. The sight of an older man and a young man together wasn't unusual either.
"He's 18 right?" the voice on the phone said "Don't want to get cops down on us.." the voice said. It was ok. George, the clerk, had become a friend of mine and knew I was new at this....
"Want to get some beer?" I asked Ken hoping the subject of age would arise naturally.
"Will you run down for me while I do a phone call?" I asked.
He reappeared from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. How I wanted to pull it off and go to town on that kids body.
"It's ok, I'm 19 he said. Look younger, but I am 19" he took the five spot and dropped his towel giving me a look at the whitest roundest buns I had seen in person in my life.
Pulling on his cutoffs, he ran out and returned in minutes with a six pack of beer. He opened one for me first and then took one himself meanwhile dropping his shorts again..this time offering me a frontal view of his meat.
"Get dressed....going to Emanualle's...that ok?" I said. He smiled.
George, Ken and I enjoyed spaghetti, wine, meatballs and laughter as Ken told us his life story. George chimed in. They knew some of the same people. Ken even admitted to partying at the motel late one night earlier.
He was a highschool graduate and even a junior college grad. He decided to take the summer off and go into the Navy in the fall.
"They're going to love you in the Navy" George said.
"If I dont' get kicked out" Ken added.
He was romantic, youthful, horny, versatile and pushed me beyond the level of sexual activity I had experienced. He wanted me to spank him. He curled up in my lap and played with my chest hair. He sucked. I sucked. He fucked. I fucked.
And at sunrise we wore our shorts around our necks as we swam naked in the very cold salt water far from the public part of the pier. I held him and we got hard in spite of the cold water.
A lifeguard yelled at us and we put our shorts on.
"You two could get arrested for that" the lifeguard said.
"Come on Mark" Ken said to him. "It wouldn't be the first time"
Mark laughed "Not the last, knowing you." They knew each other.
We consumed huge quantities of eggs, sausage, pancakes and each other for and after breakfast.
It was a great two weeks. Ken would drop in, hang out, make love, sometimes crash all night.
"This is Randy. Can he crash tonight?"
Randy was a younger looking kid. Tall, lanky and had bright red hair on his head. His body was freckled and smooth. We had pizza in the room that night and got stoned thanks to some pot Randy had in his knapsack.
Ken stripped naked while eating. "Dont' want to get sauce on my shorts" he explained while brandishing that smile of his.
Randy laughed and slipped out of his shorts too. A thick patch of red hair around his cock made me stare.
"You ought to see it hard" Ken said.
"He will" Randy said
Then they moved to me and undressed me too freely touching my butt, cock, balls, and pinching my nipples.
"You were right, not bad for an old guy" Randy said and I threw some pizza at him.
"Don't waste that stuff" Ken was licking the sauce off Randy's stomach and that started a food fight that grew into a threeway I had only dreamed about.
Ken hugged me goodbye and ignoring the crowd around us, kissed me on the lips. He hugged Randy too and got on the bus that would take him to the induction center.
Summer had ended. I was back at work..though not working as long hours as I used to.
Weekends usually found me going somewhere with my two friends.....
"You look healthier then I've ever seen you. Must be getting laid." My friend and boss told me one day. "Yep" I responded honestly.
Randy would crash at my place often. Even on weekdays, he'd show up to do his homework in a quiet place..so he said. "The dorms are like a dance club" he'd say. And then he'd strip naked and lay on the floor reading or writing. I got used to the sight....though my cock always hardened.
Ken too dropped in now and then...staying the night usually....."Gonna miss my Daddy " he'd say to me as he curled in my arms.
So Randy and I watched as his bus drove away.
"Can I come over?" he asked acting as sad as I was feeling.
"Sure" I said.
"Can I move in?" he asked. I thought his backpack was a bit larger then normal when he came over that morning.
Ken had stayed the night telling his parents he had to get a late bus instead of the one he left on. His love making that night was more passionate filled with the emotions he didn't talk about..but I knew were there. Randy bounded into our bedroom in the morning, stripping as he moved to enjoy a last threesome before loosing his friend.
"Sure, why not?" I said.
"I told Ken I wanted to" Randy added "he said we three should live together"
"That would have been nice" I was feeling sad now too.
"He gets leave from bootcamp" Randy said putting his hand on my shoulder to comfort me.
"Let's count on that...maybe we can go visit him too" I said.
Randy got bouncy and boyishly energetic suddenly, "Great....let's go now"
I chased him like a kid across the parking lot to my car to take him home.
Work adjusted to make room for my boy -- my boys -- my life which I had finally found thanks to Skateboarder, now Sailor, Ken.
And while we waited for him, I watched the white buns of my boy Randy doing his homework...knowing we'd be comforting each other under the covers..until our third rejoined us.