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Cruzin D Beach (Part 1)
The following story took place last summer, and while I had originally hesitated to tell the story for obvious reasons, I have now decided to tell.
My friend, Bill, and I were walking down Cherry Avenue an evening last July, just as it was getting dark. We had walked some distance on the paved road which extends along the park. Nearing the Beach Stair-way, which is close to the highway but still quite isolated, we came upon a gray van parked along a clump of trees. We were going to continue along the road, back to the other end of the park, when we noticed that both back doors of the van were wide open. Stopping and hesitating a moment, we were not quite sure of what to do.
It was then when we heard moaning and gasps coming from the van. We inched our way towards the open doors, and in the faint light of the late evening, we could make out a pair of hairy legs eagerly sliding back and forth and someone else's ankles sticking out into the evening air. Wanting to make sure this was not a rape taking place, we shone our flashlight onto the entwined couple. (We had brought our flashlight along, knowing it would be dark when we returned along the path.)
When the occupants of the van became aware of the light, all the action stopped, and there was silence. Looking upon the twosome, I discovered the girl, whom the hairy hunk had been drilling, was my first cousin, Marcella.
"Marcelia," I cried out, "What are you doing?"
Upon hearing my voice, the poor, frightened girl slipped out from under the stud, quickly grabbed he clothes, and was gone in a flash. I felt very sorry for having embarrassed her in this position.
So there we stood, not knowing what to do, not knowing, what to say. Finally, anger got the better part of me, and I started lashing out at the guy that he was fucking my first cousin, and how dare he do such a thing to my virtuous kin. All this while, his cock remained fully erect, reaching up about ten inches. Seeing I was getting nowhere, I started making threats, saying I was going to report him to the police.
Upon this announcement, his cock quickly lost altitude, even though it was still copiously dripping pre- cum. Now he started to get scared, having taken my threats seriously. He then stated he was a minister's son, and there was no way his father would forgive him for what he had done. His father was very strict about premarital sex and could in no way condone it in any shape or form.
Seeing his pleading was getting him nowhere, the boy offered to pay us off to keep quiet. He didn't know that money was the furthest thing from our minds.
With us having the upper hand, we stated we could probably work something out - if he was willing to go along with us. He didn't quite know what to say, not knowing what we were hinting at. We then proceeded to tell him that when one was single and had great carnal desires, there were other ways to achieve satisfaction without performing fornication. This appeared to interest him greatly.
I then proceeded to slowly move in for the kill. I moved near him, grasped his balls tenderly from underneath and ran my hand up along the bottom of his cock. Upon doing this, he let out a loud gasp and asked me to stop. Shining the light upon him, we found the guy was blushing a deep crimson.
We then proceeded to ask him if he had ever had any sexual relation with any men, or if when he was growing up, he had experimented with his friends. He said he never had, because his father strongly admonished him against such promiscuity. We then asked if he would like to learn about a sexual alternative, so he wouldn't have to soil my poor cousin's character anymore.
He asked if this was the only way for him to not have his father know what he had been doing. We, of course, stated this was the only way out for him. He then seemed resigned to the inevitable, and asked if it would hurt. We replied that as he was a beginner, we would be gentle with him.
To get things started, we asked if it was possible to close the doors of the van and cover all the windows so no one could see in. It was and we did, at the same time turning the light on in the back of the van. When we put the light on, I had to blink several times to believe what my eyes were beholding. Here was a stud, about nineteen, six feet tall, with hairy legs, and a hairless chest. Whenever he moved, he seemed to flex some muscle in his frame. We asked why he had a hairless chest, and he replied that he worked out with weights and liked to see his muscles flex. His circumcised cock was now flaccid, but it was still stretched out about five inches along one thigh.
In the corner of the van, I noticed a box and proceeded to inspect what was in it. It was a box of thirty- six rubbers, and not one was used.
I asked how come he had not been considerate enough to use one with my cousin. That question really flustered him.
"i guess, I guess, well, I always get so horny so quickly that there just never seems to be the time to put one on," he said with a voice that sounded remorseful. Now I was really mad, and I guess my anger showed for he said something I found hard to believe, "Listen, I know I was wrong for doing it to her and for not using them, but I'll do anything you say just so this stays quiet." I stated that it was about time he learned a lesson the hard way. I shouted to him to get on his back and to lift his legs in the air while I ripped my shorts and T-shirt off. I didn't have any jockey shorts on, so I wasted no time. I grabbed a condom and started to roll it on my cock which had seemed to get harder the madder I got. Bill then handed me the tube of K-Y he had, because this was not exactly just an evening stroll we had been taking.
Jamie, his name was Jamie, looked at my cock with frightened eyes, but was too scared to protest. While I was easing on the condom, Bill was slowly removing his sparse clothing while eyeing Jamie's ample cock with greedy eyes. Having adequately secured the rubber on my cock, I then applied a thick layer of K-Y and gooed my fingers, which I then stuck up his ass.
Despite my anger with Jamie, I was still considerate of the pain I might cause him. I told him to relax as I aimed my cockhead at his puckered opening, and that it helped if he held his ankles near the side of his head. With that advice shared, I began my journey up his back door.
Bill, meanwhile, started rubbing Jamie's nipples and holding his chest down at the same time so he wouldn't move. My cockhead was now in, and I felt this was going to be seventh heaven. I wondered if this had something to do with his being a minister's son. By this time, Jamie was trying to edge away from my not so gentle thrusts up his rear end, and Bill was desperately trying to hold him in one place. His vocal protestations were getting louder the deeper I went. "No, please stop, I'll do anything but this. It hurts too much," he cried out. His face started to flush and an occasional tear came out of his eyes.
"You're doing good, boy," I said. "Just take a deep breath each time you feel me pushing into you." In spite of my words of encouragement, Jamie was still trying to back away from my invading cock. I then advised Bill there was only one thing to do. He had to straddle Jamie's chest and have Jamie service him orally at the same time. Each time Bill presented his fully bloated cock, Jamie turned his mouth away.
"I've never done this before, and before I eat something, I always wash it before I put it in my mouth," Jamie protested. "No problem," countered Bill. "Just lick your tongue up and down my cock. That's as good a washing as it needs."
Jamie couldn't see the logic of this, but apparently gave up, and slowing and gingerly edged his tongue towards Bill's eager cock.
About this time, I sharply jabbed my cockhead inside his ass. The suddenness caused Jamie to scream out. And when he opened his mouth, Bill thrust his cock down his throat. Now besides being unable to move, our boy would be nice and quiet. He still tried to talk and move about, but he realized that as he tried to talk he only was moving his tongue around Bill's cock. And when he tried to struggle away, I just kept still, making his churning appear like he was rocking back and forth on my cock.
The feelings just kept getting better, and I kept stroking in, out, and all the way in. Bill was now into the full swing of things as his ass flexed forward and back and his cock deep throated old Jamie. It was at this time that Jamie started to get an erection. A silken string of pre- cum oozed out of his cockhead and landed sensuously on his bellybutton. I drew my head down and placed my mouth over his cockhead to
lick away his honey-dew. The sensation of my mouth on his cock was apparently too much for him. He raised his whole body up, lifting both me and Bill along with him. I now knew the muscles on his one-hundred-ninety-five pound frame could exert a lot of force. His cock throbbed once, and I withdrew my mouth, fearing I would bring him off at this inopportune moment.
He eased on down, and I proceeded to thrust in, out, in, out. My cock got hotter with each insertion. About this time, Bill started groaning, moaning, and flexing his cock faster in and out of Jamie's mouth. In a moment, Bill pushed forward with one last desperate shove, all the way down Jamie's throat, and he held it there. I knew he had reached orgasm.
I was still a little ways from that and decided to hold off, because I wanted to be sure that this lesson for Jamie would go down well. Bill then slowly withdrew his spent cock from Jamie's mouth and backed his body onto Jamie's smooth chest. As he did this, Jamie's erection touched Bill's ass. Bill turned around to see what was at his back and exclaimed, "Oh, my God! Where did that come from?"
Without a word, he reached over for the tube of K-Y and proceeded to grease Jamie's cock and his own ass. Bill then reached behind and backed his body against Jamie's cock. Jamie started to groan and moan with the thrill of having his cock go up Bill's ass. In no time, Bill had backed up on half of Jamie's cock, while he watched the look of ecstasy on Jamie's face.
Continued.......
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The minister's son was now twitching back and forth, trying to get all of his cock into Bill. At the same time, he was riding my cock up his ass. Bill then started to lift up and down on Jamie's dick, being just inches from where I was driving my cock in and out of Jamie's ass.
The boy was now begging, "Fuck me! Please fuck me! Harder, harder ... all the way up." Sweat was oozing down the sides of his smooth chest, and his whole body gleamed. In a moment, he lifted his hands into the air and started raising his chest off the floor, shouting, "Take me. Take me. Make me come!" He was able to do this with just the strength of his abdominal muscles. As I pounded in his ass, I could see that Jamie's balls had tightened, and one ball almost seemed drawn into his body. When he shouted out, his cock spasmed into Bill's ass.
I stopped in mid-thrust, enjoying the scene before me. Bill quickly withdrew, leaving a puddle of semen on Jamie's lower groin, and as he straddled Jamie's chest, more jism came out of Bill's ass, looking like a string of shiny, thin rope. Bill flexed his cheeks until all the cream had dripped out of his ass. It took five Kleenexes to clean up the cum that Jamie had shot.
It was now my turn to come. I proceeded to deep-dick Jamie, and he squirmed beneath me, begging me to fuck him good. I continued to answer his request. Sensing I was near the point of no return, I ran my cock in and out, using sharp thrusts. As I pushed forth, Jamie lifted his whole lower body, trying to get as much of it in as he could. With one final deep thrust, my cock started shooting string after string of juice into his oiled ass, bringing Jamie to the height of ecstasy.
After I had cooled down, I withdrew my cock from his ass and tried to clean up a bit. As the action appeared to be over, Jamie looked from me to Bill, wondering what would come next. Jamie's chest was still heaving from the workout he had gotten, his chest muscles rising and falling as though he were flexing slabs of meat.
After I had slightly cleaned my cock, I said to Jamie, "I think this needs a better cleaning than I'm able to give it; perhaps you can clean it better."
He grimaced, but gave in, turning on his belly as I ordered him. I then knelt in front of him and slowly eased my cock in his mouth. Bill positioned himself between Jamie's outstretched thighs and again reached for the K-Y.
In no time, Bill was inserting his cock into Jamie's ass, while I was deepthroating him from the front. I could look down to see Jamie's ass cheeks flexing each time Bill thrust his cock into Jamie's ass. The muscles on Jamie's back flexed each time I went down his throat, and his arm muscles flexed each time he tried to pull me deeper into his throat. He even grabbed me around my thighs. Shortly, we both came, sending profuse loads down either end of Jamie. He almost seemed thankful for each spurt we were able to give him.
Well, before we left Jamie, I advised him to find another solution to satisfy his needs besides using Marcelia. He wholeheartedly agreed, but said that they would still be friends.
About a week later, I got a call from Jamie, telling
me he still had his pent-up desires and could find no way of release. I told him to come to my apartment, and we could talk about it. He came in a pair of tight jeans, which almost looked too small, and a cream colored tank top. His muscles were bulging out of the Sleeve openings. In no time, Jamie blurted out that he had no one else to help him release his desires. Would I be willing to help him? Lucky for me, I had just -purchased several tubes of K-Y the day before.
Faster than greased lightening, Jamie had his clothes off. Lying on the floor with his heavy thighs sticking up in the air, his asshole seemed to wink at me each time I looked at it.
We now meet every three days at my apartment. Jamie will deep throat me for about twenty minutes, and then I proceed to fuck him. If I can hold off long enough, say about an hour, he usually comes when I come, especially if I use long strokes. If not, I wrap both hands about his cock and jack him off as I shoot into him. Needless to say, Jamie and I have become great friends.
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