Part 3 -The Rainstorm
(Note: While partly autobiographical, this ongoing story is a synthesis of experiences that occurred at different times. Beyond those parts which are my own experiences, it is strictly fictional. It is the story of a developing relationship between two teenage boys, including sexual experiences. Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such literature, and read it only if you can do so legally. If you are offended by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend you. This is my first attempt at creative writing in any venue. Depending on your interest and my ability to extend the story, I hope that Ty and Eric can have lots of adventures at the nude beach where it all began as well as at other locations. My thanks to this site for letting me share this with you. Copyright 2012 Tyler Arthur.)
At 9:45 the next Saturday, I was sitting in the hot summer sun on the bench at the end of the bridge. I was wearing my red board shorts, as instructed, and that was all I was wearing. I had decided that if Eric was going to specify my uniform, I was going to take him literally. It was unusual for me to leave the house barefoot, and I had to avoid my mother who would have had a fit. However, I had no problem riding my bike to the toll bridge, stashing it in the woods, and then walking across - no toll was charged for walking. My feeling of daring and excitement was amplified by the fact that rain was forecast for later in the day.
As I waited, I noticed that I was getting a lot of attention from pedestrians and from the passengers in the cars going by, and they didn't look offended. Maybe Eric was right. I had never considered myself to be a "good looking kid" with a "great body", but perhaps I should reconsider. On the other hand, they may have been fascinated by the Mohawk haircut. I was rather enjoying the attention when Eric drove up right on time.
As I opened the door to get in, my eyes grew wide with surprise, and a wide grin formed on my face. Eric was wearing red A&F board shorts, exactly like mine, and they were obviously new. That meant that, sometime during the week, while working full time at the gas station in town, he had driven 100 miles round trip to the nearest mall just to be able emphasize that we were really brothers and to ensure that I was comfortable at the beach . He read that knowledge in my face, and since he was becoming aware that an emotional streak was emerging in me, he wasn't bothered when I got in and tears began to run down my cheeks.
"Nice shorts, Bro," I said in a very even tone as he drove away.
He burst out laughing.
"Is that all you've got to say?"
I couldn't help myself. I reached over and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Yes."
"No shoes?"
"Nope. Not specified in the uniform description. Furthermore, after carefully considered your observations that I'm a 'good looking kid' and have a 'great body' that I should 'share with others', I had this revelation from God that I should become an exhibitionist."
"And what was this revelation like?"
"Well, I was in my meadow yesterday fertilizing the grass with my cum for the fourth time of the day, and just as I began to spew, a bright light shown on me and a deep voice said, 'Ty, you are a fucking stud. Listen to your big brother. Go forth and spread cum and joy throughout the world.' Actually, I think it was just the sun shining down and me talking to myself, but what the hell, it makes a good story."
Now he was laughing so hard tears were running down his cheeks, and he was having a hard time driving.
"Ty, after they made you, they broke the mold."
"Good thing too, Bro. You couldn't have dealt with two of me."
I had no idea where all this was coming from. At some time in the last two weeks, something very new had been tapped inside me. I was just letting it flow, and it felt great.
I had composed myself, but he was still chuckling when we drove into the park.
The clothing optional beach was about a quarter mile away from the parking lot and the park's main beach and picnic area. The path went through a forested area. Although this beach could be seen from some high points in the park, the forest maintained a barrier between those who wanted to participate and those who did not.
Walking from the parking lot to the beach in the humid summer heat, we were twins for sure. I was so proud to have such a special brother, and so occupied with a million thoughts about the last two weeks that I didn't even notice the storm clouds building to the west.
It was interesting to arrive on the same beach with a changed perspective. No, I wasn't quite ready to strip on the spot yet, but I was a lot more comfortable with myself and my surroundings.
We walked up the sandy beach slowly. The volleyball players in Speedos were there again, and they would have had the same effect as two weeks earlier except that I was already hard as a rock. As we went further up the beach, Eric knew a lot of the guys that we passed, and he greeted several of them and introduced me to some as his brother Ty. They were all very friendly, and obviously understood.
Somehow, by mutual understanding, we walked the quarter mile or so around the corner to the more secluded place where we had met.
"This will be a special place forever," I said quietly.
"For you and me both. You don't know how special you are."
"That goes both ways. Somehow life has just become much more complete."
"For me too, Bro."
He turned to me and gave me a big kiss. I hugged him and kissed him back, more passionately than our last kiss in the meadow. His mouth opened and soon our tongues were playing hide and seek. I had never done that before, but it seemed to come naturally enough. It was giving me ideas about having something else of his in my mouth, and that was making me really hot. I was beginning to think that I would actually cum in my shorts spontaneously, when we came up for air.
"Not bad, dude," Eric observed. "You done that before?"
"Nope. But with you, it just seems to come naturally, like everything else."
He smiled.
"God was right. You are a fucking stud."
He was laughing again, and I smiled too. I liked to hear him laugh; I was happy when he was happy.
We sat there for several minutes just enjoying the shared memories.
"Come on, let's walk back down to the volleyball game. They'll probably let us join if we want to." Eric suggested.
It would be rather nice to get close to those studs in Speedos, I thought.
"Sounds great."
As we got up, the sun disappeared behind a big storm cloud that was moving in quickly from the west. The heat was becoming even more humid than usual.
"Looks like we may get a little bit wet," Eric observed.
"No problem with me. It's summer, it's hot, and a warm summer rain can feel very good."
As we walked back towards the central beach, huge raindrops began to fall, and we could see everyone packing up to go wait it out in their cars or the picnic shelters next to the parking lot. As the rain began to increase, even the volleyball players headed for shelter, leaving the net behind and the ball lying on the sand.
By the time we got to the volleyball net, it was raining seriously and everyone else was back up the trail and out of sight at the parking lot. We stopped by the volleyball net.
He picked up the ball. "How about a quick game of volleyball?"
"Volleyball in the rain sounds great, but what kind of rules do we use for one-on-one?"
"Well, except for the serve, you can hit it up to two times before it goes over the net. That way you can set yourself up for a spike if you want to. Otherwise, it's normal rules. We'll just play to 11 points."
"OK, let's try it."
The rain was coming down steadily now, and it looked like it was going to continue that way for a while.
Playing volleyball in the rain was a new sensual experience for me, and I was getting turned on by the feeling of my wet shorts and the warm summer rain running down my body as we played. The slippery ball, sometimes with sand sticking to it, gave the game a different dimension. Each time he served, Eric would pause and look at me as if he was giving me a chance to run for shelter, but I was in this for the duration. I just crouched down ready to receive the ball.
The volleyball game was not particularly inspiring, in part because of the unusual playing conditions. At 10 points, we were tied 5-5. Eric paused, and began to smile as if he had received an inspired idea.
"Ever jack off in the rain?"
I grinned.
"Yeah, my meadow has lots of cum in it, some well watered in."
"Wanna play around together in the rain?
"What have you got in mind?"
"Just enjoying each other's wet body. Winner of the game gets to say how."
"I don't know," I said very seriously. "That sounds a little risky for me. You're experienced and sure to win, and I don't know what you might decide to do."
He gave me a sharp look, and I couldn't help smiling and revealing I was teasing him. He smiled back.
"Trust me, Bro, I would never hurt you."
"OK. You're on."
It was my serve. I served underhand, and the ball passed well over the net. Eric set it high for himself, preparing for a decisive spike. I could see the smile on his face as he anticipated victory. However, he hadn't counted on the gust of wind that came from behind him. He had set it up perfectly for me. I rose two feet in the air and spiked the ball into the sand as hard as I could.
I grinned broadly at the look of surprise on his face as I walked under the net.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I've been playing competition volleyball since I was twelve years old.
"You sandbagging little shit! That's no fair! The bet is off!"
"No, it isn't. I won fair and square, and now I'm gonna get my reward. Now, let's see. What shall we do?"
I smiled wickedly as if in anticipation, but I already had my plan. I was going to do my best to provide him with the same pleasure he had given me two weeks before. Yes, I had no experience, and only the one example to follow. But it had been a good one, and I was confident I could duplicate it.
"Off with the shorts, Bro. You won't need them for a while."
I stripped off my wet shorts and tossed them aside while he complied. I was loving being in control even if I wasn't quite as confident as I sounded. We were both hard as rocks. The posts for the net were set solid in the sand. I backed Eric up against the nearest one.
As the rain poured down on us, I started licking the water from his chest as I put my hand around his cock. He moaned with pleasure at my touch. A good start. I bit one of his nipples lightly just to see what would happen and was rewarded with a startled gasp. I moved down his chest, abs and trail, licking up the rainwater as I went while I played with his boner.
Getting on my knees, I stared at his cock. Somehow it looked larger from this vantage point. It was about as long as my own six inches, but it was thicker. I had never seen a cock this close before. I was wondering if I could really do this, but I wasn't about to change the game plan. Remembering to keep my teeth out of the way (yeah, I had heard one or two things about this), I moved my mouth gently over the head of his cock. He sucked in his breath as I worked it over with my tongue. It tasted a little salty, and kind of good. I could see that the rain was an advantage because it slicked down his pubic hair and got it out of the way. I had heard that hair in your teeth could interfere and be a little gross. With no warning, I swallowed his boner completely, producing a loud gasp. I couldn't believe that I could actually do that. Where was that gagging that was supposed to occur?
The rain was beating down on my back as I worked up and down his cock. I played with his asshole with one hand while I jacked myself off with the other, trying to imagine his pleasure as I felt my own. I got so lost in what I was doing that I wasn't at all prepared for him to cum. With my inexperience, there was no time to even think about whether or not to swallow. It all just poured out of the sides of my mouth and onto his balls and thighs. As it was being washed away by the torrents of rain, it was joined by the flow of my own cum that I was now shooting into the sand between his legs.
I smiled up through the rain at the surprised look on his face. He was breathing heavily as I parroted back, in reverse, our conversation of two weeks ago with a little more confidence than I felt.
"Like it?"
"Dude, you're the best!"
"Don't move."
"Why not?"
"'Cuz I'm gonna make you cum again."
As carefully as he had done with mine two weeks earlier, I brought his shrinking cock back to life. I gently teased it with my tongue for several minutes. He was shivering, and I couldn't tell whether he was getting cold from the rain or hot from the sensations I was providing.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, dude. I'm more than all right. You go for it."
This time it went a little better. I quickly learned to know, by his breathing, muscle tension, and the clenching of his hands on my shoulders, when to back off a little because he was getting close. I experimented with a variety of tongue actions. I would play with the first two inches for a while and then suddenly swallow the whole thing just to hear him gasp with surprise. I changed the speed and switched between a steady and irregular rhythm. My finger was deep inside his ass, playing with that little joy button that he had made me aware of two weeks before. My other hand was gently stroking his stomach and chest and occasionally tweaking his nipples a little. I was having a lot of fun with this experiment, mentally recording his reactions to everything I did and then reorganizing them into a new pattern to see what would happen. The effect was gratifying. I was hearing from him echoes of my own voice from the week before.
"Oh yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh fuck, it feels so good, Bro! Oh, make me cum! Please, I wanna cum!"
For several minutes, as the rain flowed down our bodies, I employed my new brother as my personal sexual training ground. I was collecting enough data to write a complete report on sexual responses, and loving every minute of being in complete control. When I brought him slowly to the edge once more, he couldn't tolerate it any longer. Grabbing my head and crying out like a wild animal, he began to thrust with his hips. Now I just relaxed and let him do what he wanted.
I didn't have to worry about swallowing. He thrust one more time and his cock froze in my throat. As he came, it just slid down inside me with very little swallowing on my part. I could feel the spasms in his cock as he unloaded.
I stayed on my knees as his back slid down the pole and he sat on the sand, his eyes level with mine and still unfocussed. It took him a while to come back to Earth. When he did, he looked at me in disbelief.
"My God, where did you learn to do that?" he gasped.
"From you, of course. Who else?"
"That was awesome, dude. You completely blew me away."
"No, I just blew your cock. You're still here. Do I get an 'A' today, teacher?"
"You get an 'A+' for sure, and some extra credit besides."
I was grinning from ear to ear. We were equals now. I had shared with him the same thing he had shared with me.
"Grab your shorts, Big Bro. We need to take a dip in the river, wash the sand off, and get them back on."
I had gone swimming in the rain before, but doing it with my new big brother was so much more fun. We splashed, wrestled, played and laughed until the rain finally stopped and the sun returned.
As we dried in the sun on a patch of grass near the woods, I thought about everything that had happened in the last two weeks. I was no longer the same person, and I was beginning to like the one that was emerging from the shadow of the other.
(Author's note: I want to thank Lars of Sweden for mentioning a personal experience in the rain. While the idea came from that timely interaction, the experiences described here, like everything else, are from my own imagination and fantasies.)