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story, MMM, "Men at the Beach"
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MEN AT THE BEACH
by Felix Lance Falkon
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copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format.
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Copyright (C) 1997 by Felix Lance Falkon.
=========================================
Naked young men splashed in the surf and scampered along the
beach. Others lay on the sand, tanning their bare bodies or coupling
in the sun and wind. I strolled to Christopher's favorite spot, near
the rocks, and found him there, lying on his back, his lithe body
squirming under the penetrating thrusts of a crew-cut blond almost as
muscular as me. I knelt beside the pair, dropped my towel and tanning
lotion, and tousled Chris's curly hair in greeting. ``Having fun?''
_``He_ is,'' Christopher said, tightening his legs around the
burr-headed blond's waist, ``and I'm having fun turning him on with
my hunky self.'' Chris always meant exactly what he said, but he said
it with a grin that made it hard to take him seriously. ``Tom, this
is Eric. He's a real hard-driving stud; you ought to try him
sometime.''
Without missing a stroke, Eric looked up, said, ``Hi. This guy
always talk like that?``
I laughed, then said, ``Sometimes he starts telling jokes when
you're getting close. Awful jokes.''
``Yeah?'' Eric accelerated his stroke; in a few moments he
climaxed; then sat up, panting; and carefully pulled out his
gleaming, still-hard prong.
We sat quietly for a minute enjoying the sun and sea breeze and
the warm sand under us. Eric glanced at Chris; Chris nodded. Eric
stretched himself out on Chris's legs and slowly took Chris's rock-
hard prong into his mouth.
``Tom,'' Chris said, reaching out to touch my stiffening prong,
``I'd like for you to do me a favor.''
``You know I'd do anything for you, so shoot,'' I said happily
as my shaft hardened.
Chris suddenly looked serious, which was completely out of
character for him. ``No, you mustn't do it if you don't want to.''
``This _is_ something new,'' I said, interested. ``Or is this a
new approach?''
``Tom,'' Chris said firmly, ``I think you know me too well to
think that.''
I shrugged my shoulders.
``There's a young guy sitting alone on the other side of those
rocks. I don't know him, but I've been watching him for some time
now. He's not sure of himself -- he's not like you or me or Eric. I
think he needs a push. You know what I mean, Tom.''
``Yes, I know.'' My natural greed made me ask, ``And
afterwards?''
Chris smiled. ``Of course. Meanwhile . . .'' He reached down and
stroked the shoulders of the blond sucking hungrily on Chris's prong.
I bent, tousled Chris's hair again, gathered my towel and lotion
bottle, and straightened up.
``Later,'' Chris said.
``Bye,'' I said, and walked toward the rocks.
* *
* The young man was sitting alone, motionless, staring out to sea.
His hair was mouse-colored, his expression blank. When I stopped
beside him, he looked up, then out to sea again.
``Mind?'' I asked.
``Uh -- no, no; go ahead.'' He patted the sand; I spread my
towel and sat down beside him; together, we watched the sea.
After a dozen minutes or so, I caught him stealing a glance at
me. He blushed; I grinned reassuringly. ``I don't mind -- I kinda
like people admiring my build.''
``Yeah?''
``Sure.'' I turned to face him, expanded my chest and flexed my
arms. ``How's this?'' I shifted to my knees, put both hands behind my
bare butt, and tensed my pectorals. ``Or this?'' I put my hands on my
hips, fingers casually pointing toward my stiffening cock, and sucked
in my stomach.
``You look -- great.''
``Thanks.'' I grinned, and a comfortable flush spread through my
body. I reached out with my right hand, took his left, and gently
pulled his hand to my chest. ``Come on -- feel.''
And he did, gingerly at first, but with growing eagerness. His
hands roamed over my chest, shoulders, sides, and on down to my
thighs -- carefully avoiding my balls and my now-hard prong -- while
his own prong erected to a quivering stand.
``Ready?'' I asked.
``Uh . . .'' He dropped his hands, looked down at his own virile
organs.
``Okay, then.''
I pushed him back onto the sand, lowered my chest onto his
thighs, and closed my mouth on the tip of his shaft. I sucked, felt
his muscles go taut, then released his shaft and looked up to meet
his anxious gaze. ``Just relax and make it last -- okay?''
He licked his lips and nodded wordlessly. I took his glans again,
went slowly down on him, and began to work on his prong with lips and
tongue. After a couple of strokes, he began to relax; after a dozen
more, his muscles slowly tighened up again.
I raised my head. ``Getting close?''
``Y-yeah.''
``Cool down a couple of minutes, then.''
He nodded, took a deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh.
When he'd caught his breath, I started to work on him again. The next
time I paused, he reached for my rod.
``Let me . . .''
``Sure,'' I said, lying back on the sand.
He pounced, took me down to the hilt in a single gulp.
``Hey! Not so fast,'' I growled.
He pulled back, looked up. ``But . . . ?''
``Your teeth.''
``Oh -- sorry.'' He took me more carefully this time, awkward at
first, but learning fast as he sucked with almost desperate hunger at
my prong.
When he had drawn me to the brink of an eruption, I eased him off
and took his shaft into my mouth again. We swapped places twice more
-- shorter sessions each time -- until he could hold back no longer
and pumped his load down my throat.
``Wow!'' he gasped, lay breathing hard for a few moments, then
eased himself onto my legs, sucked my glans into his mouth, and slowly
went down on me to the hilt. This time, he worked slowly, carefully,
barely grazing my shaft with his teeth; this time, he took me all the
way, and sucked me dry.
* *
* Later, after a long nap in the sun, I asked him, ``First time?''
``Was it -- was I that obvious? But -- yeah, it was.''
``Looks like you're a quick re-charge, too.'' I touched his
stiffening prong.
``Just -- remembering.'' He licked his lips slowly, glanced at
my own half-erect shaft. ``How 'bout -- you know -- another round?''
``Sure -- but --'' I rolled up to my knees, reached for the
bottle of lotion. ``How 'bout something different this time?''
``Okay, but . . .''
``Don't worry,'' I said, as I lubricated my shaft. ``It'll
fit.''
``Yeah? I hope so.'' He lay back, raised his legs, and spread
his thighs.
``You sure this your first time?'' I asked, as I arched my body
over his and probed with my glans.
``I've been watching -- ooof! -- what guys are doing on the
beach, so -- aaah! You in?''
``Just the head. Here comes the rest.''
_``Feels_ bigger than it looks, and it looks pretty damn big
already -- aah! You hit something.''
I pulled back an inch, slid in again. ``There?''
``Yeah.''
``Just remember that spot when you go poking around inside me,''
I said.
``Inside _you?_ Hey, _wow!''_
``How 'bout you? Still okay?'' I asked, beginning a slow, deep
stroke.
He nodded wordlessly, squirming up against each penetrating
thrust of my prong. His hands roamed across my back, then on down to
my hips, urging me deeper into his clutching passage.
This time, there were no interruptions: I pumped steadily,
conscious of the warm, willing body under mine, conscious of the
slowly growing pressure down in the base of my thrusting shaft. This
time, we just let our bodies take their own time . . . until I neared
the peak.
``Close?'' he asked.
``Close,'' I sighed.
``I can -- you know -- _feel_ you getting -- stirred up: muscles
tight, pumping faster, going deeper -- yeah! You're turning me on,
yeah!''
``Don't -- get -- too -- hot,'' I panted. ``Not -- until --''
And suddenly I was coming, unloading deep in his naked, squirming
body; squirting jet after jet of thick sperm into the young man
impaled on my spike.
Spent, I relaxed with a sigh, lay catching my breath, then
straightened my arms to lift my head and shoulders, and looked down.
``Well?''
``Wow! It's -- it takes some getting used to but -- yeah, it's
-- wow,'' he sighed. ``He tightened himself around my shaft, relaxed,
and asked, ``Still hard?''
``You're so tight . . . there.'' I slowly eased my prong out,
rolled on my back, and relaxed. After a few moments, I sensed
movement. I raised my head and saw the young man carefully lubricating
his own hard shaft.
``Are you ready?'' he asked, a new confidence in his voice.
``Sure, stud.'' I spread my thighs wide, watched as he knelt
between them. I raised my legs, knees bent; he steadied his shaft
with his right hand, lifted my balls with his left, and found the
opening into my hips with his glans. ``Take it easy when you first go
into me,'' I warned, as he eased himself in. ``After that, once
you're all the way, then I'm all yours, and . . .''
``Y-yeah.'' His face was tense, then slowly relaxed into a happy
grin as his glans snapped through the ring of muscle that guarded the
way in. Inch by slow, cautious inch, he slid himself to the hilt into
me.
When I felt his balls touch my butt, I tightened myself around
the base of his shaft, relaxed, then said, ``Ride me, kid; ride me
hard!''
And he did -- hitting me just right at the bottom of almost every
stroke. Twice, he pulled back too far, but quickly found his target
and slid in deep again.
``I think -- I know -- why you -- sucked me off -- first,'' he
panted.
``Yeah?''
``If I -- did this -- first,'' he panted, ``I'd have -- gone off
-- like a -- firecracker -- on the first -- fucking -- stroke -- just
-- half-way -- in.''
``That hot?''
``Was then.''
``Now?'' I asked. ``Getting close?''
He shook his head, but he was pumping harder and harder -- so
hard that my own shaft was stiffening up again. ``Just -- just
enjoying -- the -- ride. Not -- trying -- just -- riding -- along.''
Suddenly, he focused his eyes on mine and -- still thrusting steadily
-- asked, ``Is that okay?''
``Sure -- why?''
``I didn't want to --''
``-- take too long? Look, kid: I _like_ getting fucked, I'm used
to getting a shaft rammed up my butt, and you're going in just
right.'' I twitched my own hard prong, twitched it again. ``Feel
that?''
He straightened his arms, raising his chest and shoulders, then
looked down between our torsos and licked his lips. ``Yeah; I can see
it too,'' he sighed, and dropped his chest onto mine again. ``You
ready for another round already?''
``Just hard, not _that_ ready. And your ass needs a couple days'
rest after being pronged the first time. But after that . . .''
``After that -- for sure,'' he said, speeding his stroke, then
gradually slowing to a stop. ``For fucking sure.''
We lay, bodies linked by his shaft, for long minutes. ``Did you .
. . ?'' I asked
``Yep.''
``I _thought_ your prong felt awfully slippery all of a sudden.''
He grinned, licked his lips, and nodded. ``Being here -- being
inside you, feeling your muscles under me -- I'm still turned on, but
. . .''
``I know, kid; I know.''
* *
* A few days later, I found Chris -- alone this time -- at his
favorite spot, near the rocks. ``How did it go?'' he asked, as I
stretched myself out on the sand beside him.
``I got him going, all right,'' I said. ``Only . . . ?''
``Only . . . what?''
``I feel like I turned a tiger onto those studs,'' I said,
looking back at the naked young men splashing in the surf and
scampering along the beach.
``A tiger? That young guy? But --''
``Here he is now,'' I said, catching sight of the young man with
the mouse-colored hair.
``Eric said I'd find you here,'' the young man said. His
expression was alert and eager, his shaft up and hard.
``Eric?'' I asked.
``Blond stud with a crew-cut; real good build, almost as good as
yours. He -- we -- I think I kinda wore him out, yesterday, and . .
.''
``And here you are.'' I glanced at Chris. ``That was your idea.''
``But you're the one who . . .'' Chris licked his lips slowly.
``Okay, we're both responsible.''
``So we've got to do something about him before he wears out
everybody else on the beach, right?''
``There's two of us, and just one of him, so . . . so how about
sandwiches, with him in the middle, and the two of us taking turns
being top and bottom?''
The kid, who had been looking more and more worried, relaxed with
an eager grin. I grinned back at him, looked at Christopher, and
asked, ``You want to be on top for this round?''
Chris nodded. I handed the kid the lotion bottle, then stretched
out on the blanket and rolled onto my back. The kid took the lotion,
quickly greased himself, then Chris. I spread my legs, raised my
knees. The kid climbed aboard, entered me with a careful thrust -- he
was learning fast -- then looked back over his shoulder, watching
Chris mount and enter. I could tell when Chris slid his prong in: the
kid squirmed and his muscles went tight, but then his face relaxed
into a happy grin and his hips started pumping.
Chris was grinning too, looking down over the kid's shoulder at
me, and I was grinning up at those two naked studs -- the kid, going
deep into me with every stroke; and Chris, who was fucking the kid,
and the kid squirming every time Chris hit bottom. And all the time I
was thinking what it'll be like later on, when I get to be in the
middle -- and that _really_ turned me on.
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