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Thanks to everyone who enjoyed "A Hike in the Woods" and encouraged me to write more.
Hope you also enjoy spending some time with the boys at the beach.
As the summer wore on, we were determined to make the most of every opportunity to get away for the day. We both knew that the time from Labor Day to Thanksgiving would fly by, and then I’d be off to Boot Camp.
The time was ripe to take advantage of yet another beautiful Southern California sunny Sunday, and we knew on Saturday that we’d be getting up early Sunday morning and heading for the beach.
Last summer, we had found a somewhat secluded cove. Just a little cove at the end of the sandy part of the beach, that didn’t get much traffic in the way of swimmers or sun bathers. The edge of the water was a bit rocky there, and the bigger rocks above and behind where we loved to spread our beach towels cast longer shadows there, so it wasn’t the best spot for catching rays, but it was perfect for us.
We could walk along the tide pools, get in the water to cool off if it got too hot, head back to our “spot” and bask in the sun like lizards on a rock. Unlike the lizards, we needed suntan lotion. I couldn’t think of anything better to do at the beach than rub coconut oil all over Eric’s already tan body. Neither of us needed sunscreen – we just didn’t burn. My darker complexion got even darker thru the summer, and Eric’s glowing dark copper coloring always looked awesome, especially if and when you could see the tan lines if his trunks slid off his waist a bit – or the edge of his board shorts got hiked up some, revealing the dark curly hair covering his thighs, against the lighter skin.
So, as our usual routine dictated, we spread our extra large beach towels next to each other, stripped off our tee shirts and got on our backs to catch some rays and talk about some of the cute guys we noticed on our way down to the end of the beach. And as usual, the dark whorls of curly hair around his nipples caught my eye as I checked out his nice pecs, and the thin line of dark hair down the center of his torso, widening as it reached his belly button.
There were some muscle hunks, some very cute college boys, with and without chicks, and the usual assortment of family men, and older guys. Some of them should really never take their shirts off at the beach, others were downright sexy.
But all that eye candy was insignificant with Eric lying beside me. He could strike a sexy pose, no matter where his body landed on the towel. Here he was, inches away from me, his left arm pulled back so that his head rested on his open palm. His right foot hiked up so that his knee was in the air, with the hem of his shorts falling further down, exposing his thigh. The waistband of his trunks sitting three inches below his belly button, providing a most excellent view of the curly dark hair of his happy trail.
It was impossible to look anywhere else. No matter who walked by now, Eric was tenting my shorts like nobody else could. I wanted to lean over and kiss him, but I didn’t. Not sure why, it’s not like we hadn’t kissed before. And we didn’t care if someone saw us. But I just lay there, on my side, head propped up on my hand, supported by a bent elbow, enjoying every inch of him. The small rise in the center of his trunks drew my attention too, as I was very aware of the treasure below those 4 buttons. It was barely 10:00 am. We had the whole day.
Starring straight up to the sky, Eric says, “What’s going to happen when you go away, Kev? What am I supposed to do?” “What are you talking about?” I replied. “You’ll be fine.” I added. “You have friends at work, and Jason and Ryan at the condo to hang out with. What are you worried about” I said. “I’m the one who should be worried.” San Diego isn’t far, but the thought of Boot Camp is kind of scary, you know?” I said.
“Besides, I’m only going to be gone for around 12 weeks, and then I’ll be home for at least two more weeks before I head east. It’s not like its forever.” I said. “Well it will seem like it.” said Eric. “I don’t want to be going to the beach with those guys from the Condo. It’s not like I’d let them put lotion on me. And I can’t joke around with them.” He said, sounding a little depressed.
“Speaking of tanning lotion; how bout I smear some on you?” I asked. “Sure”, he said. “Go for it.” “But do the front side first, since I’m on my back, then I’ll turn over.” He said. I reached into our small gym bag and grabbed the coconut oil. The smell of it, combined with touching Eric’s body was more than intoxicating.
This was the best part of the beach. I didn’t need the swimming, or the rest of the eye candy. All I needed was to lay there in the warm sunshine, touching Eric, everywhere. Not just rubbing lotion all over him, but touching him, feeling him, and wanting him.
I started at his shoulders, familiar territory with all the muscles over his chest and arms, and working my way over his pecs. Yeah he certainly could have done those parts himself, it’s not like he couldn’t reach, but he wanted me to do it, and he knew how much I wanted to also. His curly chest hair went straight as the warm oil plastered it down against his skin.
I lingered around his nipples, gently running my fingertips over the little nubs that stiffened up as my hand passed over them. As a test, I got bold, and actually pinched the right one. Not hard, just a little squeeze, and Eric jumped a bit and shouted “Hey! Cut it out fucker.” “Oh shut up”, I said. “You know you like it.” I added. With that, he shoved his left hand down his shorts and adjusted the contents a bit. “Watchya doin’?” I asked. “Got ants in your pants?” I said. “Shut up asshole.” He said. ‘You know what I got in my pants, and you know you want it”. He added.
“Fuck yeah, I want it”. I said. “And I’m going to have it too.” I said. I squeezed a big glob of oil in the center of his tummy and spread it all around. With a slippery hand sliding past his belly button I snuck under his waistband, over furry pubes and grabbed a handful of half-hard cock.
“That doesn’t need any tanning oil” said Eric. “It does if it’s gonna be exposed to the sun.” I said.” “Well, that’s certainly not going to happen here.” He said. “How do you know?” I asked. “No way, fucker; not here”. He said, and with that pulled my hand out of his shorts and rolled over on his tummy. “You gonna do my back or what?” he asked.
Again, starting at his neckline, I rubbed every inch of his shoulders and back with the sweet smelling oil. My hand gliding over a thin line of fine hair down the center of his back, getting thicker and wider as it covered the top of his ass. It was such a wonderful feeling. Because he was as comfortable with me touching him as I was doing it. No matter what he might say. We knew he was kidding.
I made sure I went south of his shorts to massage the oil into his furry thighs, calves and feet. I moved closer to him in order to get the right leg, farthest from me. He repositioned his left arm and his hand landed directly over my crotch. On purpose, no doubt. As he flattened his palm against my trunks and made circular motions pressing on my cock as only Eric could. As casually as possible, under the circumstances, he asked: “What’s this we have here?” “Gee, I don’t know”, I said. “Why don’t you take a look”?
“Not here, asshole, people will see us.” He said. “No they won’t, there’s nobody around.” I said. And with that I moved closer to his side, pressing my now hard cock against his hip.
“You’re an idiot.” Said Eric. “Somebody is gonna catch us.” He said. “Catch us doing what?” I asked. “Putting lotion on you?” Oh yeah, that’ really catching us alight.” I chuckled.
“I tell you what.” “You stay right there on your tummy, and I’ll take care of everything.” I said. I gave the inner thigh of his left leg on more “rub”; moving my fingertips up and down the length of his thigh, stopping just below the knee, and working my hand back up, way up under his shorts as high as I could go.
“Quit teasing me.” Eric said. “Teasing? Who’s teasing whom?” “You’re the one with the hard-on.” I had to remind him. “I think we know who’s teasing.” I said.
Then I got on my back and lying right next to him, with the length of our body touching from our shorts down, I slid my left hand under him and worked my hand thru the waistband and into his furry crotch.
“Somebody’s going to walk by.” Said Eric. “So what?” I asked. “We’re just lying on the towels, catching some rays. Quit your bitching!” I said as I applied some pressure to his hard cock and he moved his hips up a bit – making room for my hand to have better access to the goods.
“My, that’s fuckin’ hard”. “What got you going?” I asked. “What do you think, asshole?” “You and your tanning lotion.” He said.
“So, my scheme is working, I see.” “Good!” “Now shut up and go with it.” I commanded. “I’m going to launch your rocket right here.” I proclaimed.
I had little room to work. A small depression in the sand, and a handful of Eric’s magnificent cock. With my right hand down my own shorts, just to hold onto “things”. I began to work the thick 7.5 inches I was holding onto.
Using short strokes with a full grip at first, then alternating with my thumb and forefinger just behind the head, applying downward pressure, I had him squirming in under a minute. “Not so fast, big boy. We have all afternoon.” I said. “Somebody’s gonna see us.” Said Eric. “If you say that again, you can walk home.” Enough already. I said.
Eric closed his eyes, and I proceeded to work that big stick in very tight quarters. He would half-heartedly thrust his hips into my hand, and I would meet him on the down stroke. We got in a bit of a groove, and he was starting to get lost in the moment.
The moment was a good 20 minutes. The precum he oozed helped him get even more “excited”. He would flex his thick stick in my hand and push down at just the right moment. We knew each other’s bodies pretty well, and as he let out little moans, I knew I was taking him to “that place”. I loved it. It felt good to be able to pleasure him that way.
Today wasn’t about me, so I didn’t care if or when I got off. I wanted to give Eric something to remember. Another happy time we spent together, so that when I was away, he could think back on days like today.
Yeah, so now he wanted to kiss me. He pulled the back of my neck downward to meet his face, which practically twisted my arm off as I was busy stroking his cock. But he planted one on me along with more hip thrusting, and cock flexing, and it was awesome.
“Okay.” Can’t hold off any longer! I’m gonna shoot!” He said. So I took his cue and jacked that big cock as fast and as firm as was possible with my hand wedged between him and the sand. He moaned, as he smashed my hand all the more with the weight of his hips pressing against me and creamed shot after shot of hot cum, almost all of which seemed to be pooling in my hand, which caused him to practically spasm some as his hard cock slid thru his hot cream while I held onto him.
“Still worried about anybody “catching” us?” I asked. “ummm…no” he chuckled. But I think I gotta go in the water and wash off.” he said. “Okay, I’ll go with you.” I said. And we made it to the water without anybody seeing our still hard cocks trying to push thru the waistband of our trunks.
We stayed another hour to dry off a bit before heading home. Again, in the car, Eric got a bit sad, asking if I really had to go, and talking about how bored he was going to be. I didn’t know we were going to be more than friends. I wanted his hot ass. Fuck buddies is one thing. I wanted that for sure.
“What days are you cashiering at the market?” I asked Eric. “Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.” He said. “Well, we can catch a flick on Wednesday, and maybe do the beach again on Friday. How’s that sound?” I said. “Okay, you big dork, sounds fine.” Eric said.
He was a sexy guy who caught my eye. He liked me, I liked him. We liked fooling around. I had not really intended on falling for him. But I feared it was happening. I had three months to figure this out. Maybe I should abandon my plans. I could wait for that. Or could I?
Thanks to everyone who enjoyed "A Hike in the Woods" and encouraged me to write more.
Hope you also enjoy spending some time with the boys at the beach.
"A Day at the Beach"
As the summer wore on, we were determined to make the most of every opportunity to get away for the day. We both knew that the time from Labor Day to Thanksgiving would fly by, and then I’d be off to Boot Camp.
The time was ripe to take advantage of yet another beautiful Southern California sunny Sunday, and we knew on Saturday that we’d be getting up early Sunday morning and heading for the beach.
Last summer, we had found a somewhat secluded cove. Just a little cove at the end of the sandy part of the beach, that didn’t get much traffic in the way of swimmers or sun bathers. The edge of the water was a bit rocky there, and the bigger rocks above and behind where we loved to spread our beach towels cast longer shadows there, so it wasn’t the best spot for catching rays, but it was perfect for us.
We could walk along the tide pools, get in the water to cool off if it got too hot, head back to our “spot” and bask in the sun like lizards on a rock. Unlike the lizards, we needed suntan lotion. I couldn’t think of anything better to do at the beach than rub coconut oil all over Eric’s already tan body. Neither of us needed sunscreen – we just didn’t burn. My darker complexion got even darker thru the summer, and Eric’s glowing dark copper coloring always looked awesome, especially if and when you could see the tan lines if his trunks slid off his waist a bit – or the edge of his board shorts got hiked up some, revealing the dark curly hair covering his thighs, against the lighter skin.
So, as our usual routine dictated, we spread our extra large beach towels next to each other, stripped off our tee shirts and got on our backs to catch some rays and talk about some of the cute guys we noticed on our way down to the end of the beach. And as usual, the dark whorls of curly hair around his nipples caught my eye as I checked out his nice pecs, and the thin line of dark hair down the center of his torso, widening as it reached his belly button.
There were some muscle hunks, some very cute college boys, with and without chicks, and the usual assortment of family men, and older guys. Some of them should really never take their shirts off at the beach, others were downright sexy.
But all that eye candy was insignificant with Eric lying beside me. He could strike a sexy pose, no matter where his body landed on the towel. Here he was, inches away from me, his left arm pulled back so that his head rested on his open palm. His right foot hiked up so that his knee was in the air, with the hem of his shorts falling further down, exposing his thigh. The waistband of his trunks sitting three inches below his belly button, providing a most excellent view of the curly dark hair of his happy trail.
It was impossible to look anywhere else. No matter who walked by now, Eric was tenting my shorts like nobody else could. I wanted to lean over and kiss him, but I didn’t. Not sure why, it’s not like we hadn’t kissed before. And we didn’t care if someone saw us. But I just lay there, on my side, head propped up on my hand, supported by a bent elbow, enjoying every inch of him. The small rise in the center of his trunks drew my attention too, as I was very aware of the treasure below those 4 buttons. It was barely 10:00 am. We had the whole day.
Starring straight up to the sky, Eric says, “What’s going to happen when you go away, Kev? What am I supposed to do?” “What are you talking about?” I replied. “You’ll be fine.” I added. “You have friends at work, and Jason and Ryan at the condo to hang out with. What are you worried about” I said. “I’m the one who should be worried.” San Diego isn’t far, but the thought of Boot Camp is kind of scary, you know?” I said.
“Besides, I’m only going to be gone for around 12 weeks, and then I’ll be home for at least two more weeks before I head east. It’s not like its forever.” I said. “Well it will seem like it.” said Eric. “I don’t want to be going to the beach with those guys from the Condo. It’s not like I’d let them put lotion on me. And I can’t joke around with them.” He said, sounding a little depressed.
“Speaking of tanning lotion; how bout I smear some on you?” I asked. “Sure”, he said. “Go for it.” “But do the front side first, since I’m on my back, then I’ll turn over.” He said. I reached into our small gym bag and grabbed the coconut oil. The smell of it, combined with touching Eric’s body was more than intoxicating.
This was the best part of the beach. I didn’t need the swimming, or the rest of the eye candy. All I needed was to lay there in the warm sunshine, touching Eric, everywhere. Not just rubbing lotion all over him, but touching him, feeling him, and wanting him.
I started at his shoulders, familiar territory with all the muscles over his chest and arms, and working my way over his pecs. Yeah he certainly could have done those parts himself, it’s not like he couldn’t reach, but he wanted me to do it, and he knew how much I wanted to also. His curly chest hair went straight as the warm oil plastered it down against his skin.
I lingered around his nipples, gently running my fingertips over the little nubs that stiffened up as my hand passed over them. As a test, I got bold, and actually pinched the right one. Not hard, just a little squeeze, and Eric jumped a bit and shouted “Hey! Cut it out fucker.” “Oh shut up”, I said. “You know you like it.” I added. With that, he shoved his left hand down his shorts and adjusted the contents a bit. “Watchya doin’?” I asked. “Got ants in your pants?” I said. “Shut up asshole.” He said. ‘You know what I got in my pants, and you know you want it”. He added.
“Fuck yeah, I want it”. I said. “And I’m going to have it too.” I said. I squeezed a big glob of oil in the center of his tummy and spread it all around. With a slippery hand sliding past his belly button I snuck under his waistband, over furry pubes and grabbed a handful of half-hard cock.
“That doesn’t need any tanning oil” said Eric. “It does if it’s gonna be exposed to the sun.” I said.” “Well, that’s certainly not going to happen here.” He said. “How do you know?” I asked. “No way, fucker; not here”. He said, and with that pulled my hand out of his shorts and rolled over on his tummy. “You gonna do my back or what?” he asked.
Again, starting at his neckline, I rubbed every inch of his shoulders and back with the sweet smelling oil. My hand gliding over a thin line of fine hair down the center of his back, getting thicker and wider as it covered the top of his ass. It was such a wonderful feeling. Because he was as comfortable with me touching him as I was doing it. No matter what he might say. We knew he was kidding.
I made sure I went south of his shorts to massage the oil into his furry thighs, calves and feet. I moved closer to him in order to get the right leg, farthest from me. He repositioned his left arm and his hand landed directly over my crotch. On purpose, no doubt. As he flattened his palm against my trunks and made circular motions pressing on my cock as only Eric could. As casually as possible, under the circumstances, he asked: “What’s this we have here?” “Gee, I don’t know”, I said. “Why don’t you take a look”?
“Not here, asshole, people will see us.” He said. “No they won’t, there’s nobody around.” I said. And with that I moved closer to his side, pressing my now hard cock against his hip.
“You’re an idiot.” Said Eric. “Somebody is gonna catch us.” He said. “Catch us doing what?” I asked. “Putting lotion on you?” Oh yeah, that’ really catching us alight.” I chuckled.
“I tell you what.” “You stay right there on your tummy, and I’ll take care of everything.” I said. I gave the inner thigh of his left leg on more “rub”; moving my fingertips up and down the length of his thigh, stopping just below the knee, and working my hand back up, way up under his shorts as high as I could go.
“Quit teasing me.” Eric said. “Teasing? Who’s teasing whom?” “You’re the one with the hard-on.” I had to remind him. “I think we know who’s teasing.” I said.
Then I got on my back and lying right next to him, with the length of our body touching from our shorts down, I slid my left hand under him and worked my hand thru the waistband and into his furry crotch.
“Somebody’s going to walk by.” Said Eric. “So what?” I asked. “We’re just lying on the towels, catching some rays. Quit your bitching!” I said as I applied some pressure to his hard cock and he moved his hips up a bit – making room for my hand to have better access to the goods.
“My, that’s fuckin’ hard”. “What got you going?” I asked. “What do you think, asshole?” “You and your tanning lotion.” He said.
“So, my scheme is working, I see.” “Good!” “Now shut up and go with it.” I commanded. “I’m going to launch your rocket right here.” I proclaimed.
I had little room to work. A small depression in the sand, and a handful of Eric’s magnificent cock. With my right hand down my own shorts, just to hold onto “things”. I began to work the thick 7.5 inches I was holding onto.
Using short strokes with a full grip at first, then alternating with my thumb and forefinger just behind the head, applying downward pressure, I had him squirming in under a minute. “Not so fast, big boy. We have all afternoon.” I said. “Somebody’s gonna see us.” Said Eric. “If you say that again, you can walk home.” Enough already. I said.
Eric closed his eyes, and I proceeded to work that big stick in very tight quarters. He would half-heartedly thrust his hips into my hand, and I would meet him on the down stroke. We got in a bit of a groove, and he was starting to get lost in the moment.
The moment was a good 20 minutes. The precum he oozed helped him get even more “excited”. He would flex his thick stick in my hand and push down at just the right moment. We knew each other’s bodies pretty well, and as he let out little moans, I knew I was taking him to “that place”. I loved it. It felt good to be able to pleasure him that way.
Today wasn’t about me, so I didn’t care if or when I got off. I wanted to give Eric something to remember. Another happy time we spent together, so that when I was away, he could think back on days like today.
Yeah, so now he wanted to kiss me. He pulled the back of my neck downward to meet his face, which practically twisted my arm off as I was busy stroking his cock. But he planted one on me along with more hip thrusting, and cock flexing, and it was awesome.
“Okay.” Can’t hold off any longer! I’m gonna shoot!” He said. So I took his cue and jacked that big cock as fast and as firm as was possible with my hand wedged between him and the sand. He moaned, as he smashed my hand all the more with the weight of his hips pressing against me and creamed shot after shot of hot cum, almost all of which seemed to be pooling in my hand, which caused him to practically spasm some as his hard cock slid thru his hot cream while I held onto him.
“Still worried about anybody “catching” us?” I asked. “ummm…no” he chuckled. But I think I gotta go in the water and wash off.” he said. “Okay, I’ll go with you.” I said. And we made it to the water without anybody seeing our still hard cocks trying to push thru the waistband of our trunks.
We stayed another hour to dry off a bit before heading home. Again, in the car, Eric got a bit sad, asking if I really had to go, and talking about how bored he was going to be. I didn’t know we were going to be more than friends. I wanted his hot ass. Fuck buddies is one thing. I wanted that for sure.
“What days are you cashiering at the market?” I asked Eric. “Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.” He said. “Well, we can catch a flick on Wednesday, and maybe do the beach again on Friday. How’s that sound?” I said. “Okay, you big dork, sounds fine.” Eric said.
He was a sexy guy who caught my eye. He liked me, I liked him. We liked fooling around. I had not really intended on falling for him. But I feared it was happening. I had three months to figure this out. Maybe I should abandon my plans. I could wait for that. Or could I?
So when are we getting the last installment? This story is wayyy too hot to end so soon but I understand all good things must come to an end 