Years Ago by Coltrane (MM 1st) (1 of 1)
Summary: Caught looking at the beach, I was taught that there were more enjoyable activities than voyeurism.
Years Ago... A First Time Memory
Years ago, when I was 17, my parents and I went to Ocean City, Maryland for what was our last family vacation. We stayed in a small suite with the back bedroom being mine. This gave me free access through the backdoor to go out on the beach in the evening for some personal time away from Mom & Dad. The bathrooms, by the way, were in the back of the suites as well.
The second day there, someone moved into the suite next to us. Mom made some cryptic comment that night at dinner about the honeymooners next door which caused my dad to laugh. I didn't get the joke at the time.
That evening, as I was going for a stroll, I passed the back of the other suite & heard the sound of a shower. Being a horny 17 year old, I thought I'd sneak a peak hoping to get a glimpse of the bride.
I placed a chair below the small window & was able to look into the bathroom through the open louvers. Like ours, the shower had a clear glass door and I was able to see the occupant perfectly. I was a little taken aback when I realized I was not seeing some nubile young lady but a well-built man. I was thinking I should just climb down and walk away. After all, wasn't I a normal teenager who lusted after women? Why would I want to look at naked men?
At the same time, some inner voice was telling me to stay where I was, that I liked what I saw. The image of the man as he turned around is one I don't think I'll ever forget. He was very handsome. He was tall and muscular with sunbleached blond hair and almost no body hair. As I saw from behind, he had a nice tan already. My eyes moved down to his crotch. He had a long, thick cock dangling over his balls with a thick growth of pubic hair surrounding it all. By this time my dick was straining against my shorts almost painfully.
As he shut off the water and started to towel off, I was reminded of a time several years before when my oldest friend, Joe, and I discovered masturbation at the same time. For a few months, we played with ourselves together and then played with each other. We jerked each other to orgasm many times before we decided we were straight and shouldn't touch each other.
While my thoughts wandered back in time, the man stepped out of the shower very close to the window. I quickly remembered where I was and tried to duck before he saw me and could accuse me of being some kind of freak or perv.
Instead, he walked naked out of the bathroom and I stood on the chair hoping to get another glimpse of him. I heard a door open and was getting down from the chair when a voice behind me asked "Like what you saw?"
My heart dropped into my stomach and I couldn't think of a thing to say. I slowly turned around to see the object of my voyeurism standing there in a terrycloth robe. He had a smirk on his face and didn't appear at all angry. I still could not get any words out.
Finally, he said, glancing at my still-tented shorts, "I suppose you did. Would you like to step inside and talk about this?" To this I could only nod.
He then asked "What's your name?"
"Daniel, my name is Dan" I finally managed to get out.
"Okay, Dan, let's step inside and iron this out between us."
He then turned and opened the door for me. I walked past him and past the bedroom into the forward living room. Stupidly, all I could think was that it was exactly like our suite with the sleeper sofa along one wall, the kitchenette towards the back, and even the same drapes.
He sat on the sofa and indicated I should sit next to him. As I sat nervously on the edge, he said "My name is Paul and you have no reason to be scared. I'm not going to bite you. Unless."
He smiled as he finished speaking. Then he asked "Why were you looking in my bathroom window? Do you normally spend your evenings peaking into other people's residences?"
I shook my head and finally said "I thought your wife might be in the shower and I wanted to get a look at a naked woman." As soon as I said this I realized what a major mistake I had made. He would kill me for wanting to look at his wife. What kind of moron was I?
He laughed, a deep full laugh. He looked at me with a gleam in his eye and said "My wife? Not much chance of that any time soon. But, you never answered me before, did you like what you saw?"
By this point his robe had started to slide open and I could see his bare chest. I look at the smooth skin and mumbled "Yes." Again, I was mortified that I'd made a monumental blunder.
Paul looked at me, put his hand on my leg and said "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. But can I help you?" His hand slid up to the bottom of my shorts and he began rubbing the inside of my thigh. It felt great.
I reached over and placed my hand on his chest. The skin was warm and I ran my hand over the smooth muscles. Between the feel of his warm flesh and his hand on my thigh, I was again becoming aroused. This time though, I felt no lingering doubts about what I was feeling. So what if this is a guy? That was something I'd deal with later.
Paul stood up, untied his robe and let it drop from his shoulders. Up close he was magnificent! His cock had grown and stiffened. I was happy to realize this was due to me. I started to reach for it but pulled my hand back as some doubt crept back into my mind.
He must have understood the feelings at war in me. He took my hand and pulled me up to stand in front of him. Looking into my eyes and smiling, he lifted my t-shirt over my head and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He then slipped his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and unbuttoned them, slowly pulling down the zipper. He slipped his hands down under my shorts along the sides and pushed them down. I stepped out of them and he hooked his fingers into my underwear and pulled those down as well.
He placed his hands on my shoulders, and still smiling, leaned forward and brushed his lips on mine. I pulled back some in surprise. I had only kissed one other person before other than Mom or my aunts, and she and I did it only once at the end of a date.
I stood there still in doubt but they were receding as my natural horniness took over. I smiled back at him and leaned towards his mouth. Paul immediately kissed me and slowly licked my lips before gently inserting his tongue into my mouth. I was in heaven!
Jenny had never kissed me like that. It was the blind groping kiss of adolescence. This was different. The passion was almost explosive.
As his tongue slid along mine, his hands slid down from my shoulders and grasped my asscheeks, pulling me to him. Paul's cock pressed against my stomach and my cock. The warmth coming off his body combined with our kissing had me on the verge of an orgasm.
As if sensing this, Paul pulled back and looked at me. "I think there's something I need to take care of before we have a mess on our hands."
With those words, he pushed me back onto the sofa and, kneeling between my legs, he took my cock and slowly stroked it. "Let's see, what should I do with this?" he teased.
He leaned over, licking my belly button and down through my hair to the base of my shaft. He licked around the base and down to my balls still holding me in his left hand while his right stroked the skin below my balls. His tongue traced up my length and he swirled it around the head. I had never felt anything like this before. He licked the slit and then back up and down the shaft while his right index finger slipped between my cheeks and lightly probed my asshole.
He licked me for several minutes, pausing each time he felt I was close. The torture was exquisite. Finally, he took me into his mouth and, sliding his tongue across and around my cock, he brought me my release.
My cock seemed to explode and all I could see was whiteness. The sensation was all-consuming and I almost cried out at the intensity. Paul just lightly stroked my legs and hips as I came back down to earth.
When I had regained my senses, I suddenly realized I had come in his mouth! God, I didn't even warn him! I started to stammer an apology when he crushed his lips on mine and let me taste my cum. I had never tasted it before and the tangy flavor was unique to me but one I thought I found to my liking.
Paul sat next to me on the couch and we kissed some more. They started out gentle and became progressively more passionate. I reached over and touched his dick. It felt enormous!
I stroked him as his hand glided down to my ass and a finger slid between the cheeks to my anus. I loved the feel of his tongue in my mouth, his cock in my hand, and his finger in my ass. Any doubts I had were completely gone.
I finally pulled away and kissed my way down his torso to his crotch. The scent was strong but pleasant. Being young and inexperienced, I went straight for his rod, taking it into my mouth and licking the head and shaft.
He pulled me back and instructed me how to suck cock without scraping it with my teeth inadvertently. I went back down on him, marveling at the fact that I was sucking cock! All the fag jokes and insults seemed so far away. I knew from the first taste that I was hooked.
I gently took his balls in my hands as I continued to work on him until he finally said "I'm going to come!" I slipped my mouth over the head of his dick and started sucking again as he came and came. I felt almost as if I would drown with the amount of semen he pumped out. Finally his gusher ended and I licked up the drops that had escaped my mouth before sliding up next to him and engaging in more cum-swapping kisses.
As we frenched on the sofa, I felt myself get hard again. I glanced down and was happy to see that Paul was getting aroused as well.
"What's going on here?" a jovial voice asked. My heart again dropped into my stomach and I cringed not knowing what was going to happen.
"Dan, this is Steve." Said Paul. "He's the 'wife,'" he added jokingly. "Steve, this is Dan. I luckily caught him looking in the window while I was showering and we have been having some fun. Want to join in? If that's alright with you Dan."
I looked at Steve. He was another goodlooking guy. His brown hair was slightly shaggy but his body looked as hot as Paul's. I nodded nervously.
"Dan is a man of few words, Steve, but his mouth is very talented. He's a natural!" Paul said.
"Sounds good." Steve replied before bending over to kiss Paul.
I felt a knot of jealousy at the sight before Steve kissed me. He was as lively a kisser as Paul! "I think we can share with each other, Dan. Don't you?"
I again could only nod. Steve stood up, stripped and sat down next to me. I was between Paul and Steve and couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be.
Paul kissed me as Steve licked and sucked my nipple. Steve then moved to my other nipple before licking his way down my body. He took me into his mouth, slowly sucking before moving to my balls and taking one of them into his mouth then the other. His finger slid between my asscheeks as Paul's had done. He licked his finger and slowly slid it into my ass.
My God! I'd never had anything up there before and didn't know what I was feeling when he touched my prostate and I almost came. I moaned into Paul's mouth and grabbed his cock.
Steve, keeping his finger in my ass, slid up next to me and tongued my ear before replacing Paul at my mouth. Paul knelt down and started to suck me again before lifting my leg and licking around Steve's finger.
At this point Steve said "Let's adjourn to the bedroom. We'll have more room there."
He pulled his finger out of my ass and stood up. I wanted him back in there, but he and Paul pulled me up and led me into the bedroom.
The kingsize bed was a huge playground for us. Steve sat against the headboard as I lay between his legs and sucked his large cock. Paul lay behind me and started to rim me while slowly stroking himself. His tongue in my ass was fantastic, and combined with Steve's cock in my mouth was like an unknown dream come true.
Shortly, Paul sat up and asked "Joe, do you want to go all the way? Can I fuck your ass?"
I pulled off Steve's cock, looked back and said "Right now, anything you want to do would be great!"
Paul leaned down and kissed me, slipping his tongue in my mouth before standing up and reaching in the drawer of the nightstand for lube.
I took Steve back in my mouth while Paul lifted my hips so that I was kneeling between Steve's legs. Paul kissed each of my cheeks and licked into my crack to my anus before pushing one lubed finger in to be followed by a second and then a third.
I moaned around Steve's dick as Paul massaged and loosened my ass. Finally, he pulled his fingers out and slowly slid his cock in. I never felt so full but the pain was slight thanks to the excellent job he had already performed on my sphincter muscle.
As I got used to the feeling of Paul inside me, I started to push back onto him. I finally told him I was ready and he began to slowly thrust in and out of my ass. The tempo slowly increased and the glow of pleasure spread from there throughout my body. The sensations were so much that I forgot all about Steve's cock. He pulled away and kissed me passionately as his friend pounded away at my asshole.
Paul and I were moaning almost in unison as Steve crawled under me and started to suck me. The feeling of being serviced from both sides was heaven!
Paul pulled out of me, flipped me onto my back, and slid back into me. He leaned over and kissed me as he continued to slide in and out of my ass. Steve sat to the side slowly masturbating as he watched us. "Oh you two are so hot!" he moaned.
Finally, Paul increased his pace and leaned over to kiss me. As our tongues dueled, he shot his load into my ass. He pulled out and collapsed on me, our lips still locked.
As he rolled off me, Steve moved over and replaced Paul's lips and tongue with his and stroked me to hardness. He straddled my waist and guided my rigid pole between his legs and slowly lowered himself onto my dick.
I had never felt anything so tight and warm in my life! I was fucking a man after being fucked by his lover! I was almost in sensory overload.
Steve rocked up and down on me and moved slightly from side to side, increasing the pull of his ass on my cock. I took his dick in hand and began to jerk him off to the rhythm of his fucking.
It didn't take long for me to shoot blast after blast of semen into his ass. As I came, he blasted his load on my stomach, chest, and face before falling onto to me and shoving his tongue in my mouth.
He and Paul began to clean his come off me with their tongues, occasionally pausing to lovingly kiss one another. I have since found I love the sight of two beautiful men kissing passionately, it never fails to turn me on.
After we lay for a while in the afterglow of our spent passions, we all adjourned to the shower. It was a tight squeeze, but all the more pleasurable for that reason.
I kissed each of them and gathered my clothes to return to my own bed. I slept like the dead that night and had to be almost forced from my bed by my parents the next day. I later saw Paul and Steve on the beach and nodded to them slightly so my parents wouldn't notice.
That night, and for the remaining nights of our stay there, Paul, Steve, and I continued our hot, passionate lovemaking. One night we snuck down to the beach and made love in the surf before returning and washing the sand and salt off each other.
Although we did write steamy letters back and forth for a couple of years, I never saw Paul or Steve again. However, I took their lessons to heart and when we returned home from Ocean City, I managed to seduce Joe.
Joe told me he had wanted me since we were kids, so it obviously didn't take too much effort on my part. We had a hot and heavy affair from our senior year in high school, through college and into our professional lives. But that's another story entirely.
I still occasionally wonder where Paul and Steve are now and if they realize how much joy they managed to bring to my life.