Rummaging through an old computer hard drive of mine, I found this file I wrote seven or eight years ago. No, it's not true, but the individuals in it are based on real people. The locations are based on real places. Otherwise, it's a lot of wishful thinking on my part.
A Day of Firsts
by
Writer_Now@hotmail.com
I couldn't believe it when I saw the report on the local happy talk news that night. It was sweeps month which meant that they were putting on titillating features guaranteed to draw big ratings. The segment that got me going was on a local nude beach.
They showed unfocused naked people from a distance and an occasional rear end view but that's not what excited me. What really turned me on was the fact that the beach was within a mile of my house. Imagine, it was there all this time and I never knew it!
Until that day, I had always led a pretty sheltered life. Mom died when I was eight and Dad never had too much time to spend with me. We rarely had father/son talks and we never talked sex. In fact, it was my wrestling coach who explained to me that I was a late bloomer and didn't have to worry. The guys on the team used to kid me about being undeveloped, but they stopped when I became the champion of my weight class.
Coach promised me that someday my voice would drop as would my testicles, but until then I should enjoy the advantage I had over my younger opponents. Coach never lied to me and sure enough, during that senior year in high school, I began to develop.
And now, at eighteen, with my high school graduation in a couple of days and my first semester at Pepperdine three months away, I was beginning to mature. I was proud of the small crescent of tightly curled blond hair that was beginning to develop above my dick. I was measuring my cock daily and my cut meat had grown to a more respectable four inches by the end of the school year. During the nights when I played with myself, I still didn't shoot like the guys on the team said they did, but I knew that would come with time.
Yeah, I was an underdeveloped late-bloomer, but that didn't mean I never had thoughts about sex. Maybe because of my slow growth, I took a great interest in guys' bodies. I loved to look at their huge, hairy dicks in the showerroom and loved to be naked with them. I'm not sure if I was an exhibitionist or just a nudist, but I loved to be naked whenever I could. I kept this secret to myself, though. I wasn't about to let my friends know I was a faggot who lusted after their bodies. I would have been banned from the wrestling team for sure.
When Dad wasn't home (which was pretty much all the time) I would walk around the house naked, letting my dick and balls flop around. And that year, as my body developed, I spent a lot of time in front of the mirror. The naked image that stared back at me from the full length mirror was definitely going to become a stud in a few months. In the meantime, I was already proud of my body and ready to show it off to the world!
I left the house about 10:00 the morning after the newscast. The sun was out and it was already in the eighties. There was an onshore breeze which meant that the beach would be crowded with plenty of people trying to escape the heat. I pedaled my bike the short distance down the bluff road to the long strand of white sand that ended abruptly at a jumble of boulders at the base of a cliff. According to the news, the beach was beyond that pile of rocks.
After locking my bike at the rack near the restrooms, I hefted my daypack onto my shoulder and worked my way to a well worn path leading through the boulder field. Sure enough, after hiking about 50 yards, I rounded a turn and there was the beach!
The blinding white sand stretched for about a quarter of a mile and ended at the base of another cliff. The waves from the cool Pacific surged upward onto the beach with about thirty or forty yards of open sand between them and the base of the sandstone cliffs that rose almost one hundred feet above, sheltering this half moon cove.
The sheltered cove was inspiring, but more impressive was the fact that almost every person on the strand was enjoying the sun completely naked. Yeah, nudity turned me on, and the locker room at school was my salvation; the freedom to let it all hang out, walk around nude, and shower with my team in the gang showers had always been exhilarating. But that couldn't compare to this!
I worked my way down the path and walked along the beach trying to find a good spot to put my towel. And as I walked, I began to take in the view. There were men, women, and even children on the beach, all of them seemingly oblivious to the spectacle surrounding them. But, as I worked my way across the warm sand, I noticed that the far end was populated only by men. I figured that for my first time here, I would use that part of the beach. I quickly made my way there and placed my towel down.
And now came the moment of truth. I removed my shirt and shorts in a quick motion and then began to work off my briefs. I had to work quickly because the bulge in the tight, white cotton was beginning to grow. With its release, my penis instantly began to bob upward toward my stomach; I immediately lowered my body onto the towel, belly down in order to hide the stiffening erection. I closed my eyes in embarrassment as I imagined that all the men around me were probably laughing at my predicament. I kept my eyes shut for the longest time, trying to will my erect dick back down.
"I'd know that white ass anywhere!" came a familiar voice above me. I opened my eyes and squinted up at the face of my wrestling partner, Taylor. Shit, now I was really embarrassed. Here was my partner, wearing the school gym shorts and a shirt advertising a local wrestling camp. There was a chance that he had probably seen my woody and had probably laughed along with all the other guys nearby. Well all I could do was pretend that everything was normal and there were no problems.
"Do you mind if I join you? I always hate to spend the day here alone."
"You've been here before?" I asked.
"Sure," Taylor replied. "I come here almost every nice weekend. And now that school's out, I plan on spending even more time."
As he spoke, Taylor unrolled his towel and laid it down next to mine. Next he removed his shirt and then lowered his gym shorts and kicked them off. I noticed that Taylor's short, thick circumcised cock was soft and dangled neatly among his balls which were sagging low from the heat of the sun.
Like me, Taylor was a late bloomer; At 120 pounds, he was well defined and had a sparse growth of curly dark hair sprouting above his cock and balls. His dark skin was smooth with just a hint of hair beginning to grow from his lower legs.
"What a great day!" Taylor sat down facing the sun, stretching his legs out and leaning back on his stiff arms. With his legs spread out slightly, his hairless balls rested on the towel and his penis spread loosely on the nest that they formed. He seemed completely at home on the beach, as if it was as natural as sitting in his bathtub at home.
"C'mon, turn over. I don't want to spend the day talking to your hienie." Taylor talked to me in the half joking way he used during wrestling when he had me in a hold I couldn't escape.
"I will in a while," I replied. "Right now, I think I'll let the sun warm my back.
"Oh! You popped a boner, huh?" he laughed.
He saw the expression on my face and immediately apologized. "Hey, I understand. Heck, it was weeks before I could lie here without the big guy working its way up my belly. But, Jim, it really doesn't matter. If you look around, there are others with the same problem. Here's what you can do. Turn over on your side facing me and nobody will see it. If anybody comes close enough to see, you can always go back to your stomach."
"Yeah, and you'll fucking tease me about it for the rest of our lives."
"Nah. Your secret's safe with me. Besides, I think most of these guys would be impressed!"
Somewhat hesitantly, but encouraged by my partner, I rolled off my stomach, onto my side, and propped my head on my hand. Of course, as I did so, my freed penis popped up, and with an audible slap, came to rest against my abdomen. I had the mother of all erections!
Even though I was red with embarrassment, the absolute freedom I felt was exhilarating. I thought to myself, God, I am naked, there are nude guys all around me, I've got the biggest hard-on I have ever had, and I am talking to my wrestling partner as if this happens all the time. I don't think I have ever felt so good!
"There, see, Jim? I told you nobody would see anything."
"Nobody but you. I can't believe I am doing this," I replied.
"Relax, in fact, I am getting incredibly turned on by it as well."
I looked down at Taylor's crotch and sure enough, his thick member was beginning to grow. As it reddened, it made small, quick jumps. With each jump it rose a little higher into the air. Taylor's balls began to churn in their loose sack, rising up and down.
"Shit, now I am having the problem. You must be contagious." With that, Taylor turned onto his side and faced me, his dick reddening, thickening, and elongating.
"Let's get out of here. There's a niche up on the cliff that's a great place to hang out. Nobody knows about it and it's hard to find. We'll be alone there."
We quickly got our clothes on and put our towels into my day pack. Taylor led the way among the boulders at this end of the beach and up a steep path through the tall weeds that grew out of the sandstone. After about five minutes the path straightened out, leveled off, and we were there.
Taylor was right. Nobody could ever find this spot without knowing about it before hand. And if someone did approach, we would hear him long before he saw us. The niche had been carved by the wind and blowing sand. There was a slight overhang sheltering the ledge and its surface was covered by a fine sand. Facing the sun and overlooking the blue Pacific, it was perfect for sunbathing naturally, and perfect for being with friends during embarrassing moments.
With our towels down, we quickly stripped off our clothing. We both still sported our erections but this time, neither one of us cared.
"I often come here to beat my meat after a day down on the beach," Taylor said. I looked down at his crotch and saw that he had started to lightly stroke himself. "If this makes you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop. But I've got to do something about this thing!"
I couldn't believe it. Taylor was so natural about things like hard-ons and jacking off, and who was I to say it was wrong? Besides, watching Taylor was exciting. Soon I was playing with my own cock.
I began slowly, using my finger tips to move very lightly up and down the underside of my shaft. The tender spot near the plum colored head of my cock had always been a favorite spot to tickle. I shuddered slightly as my fingers brushed it lightly. Soon I was completely lost in my self gratification.
"Damn, you're hot," Taylor said. I looked over at him and noticed that even though he was still pounding away on his on meat, his eyes were concentrating on what I was doing to myself. Reddening, I stopped working on myself, not knowing what Taylor was thinking about me.
"Hey, partner, don't worry about it. Heck, we've been wrestling partners for four years. There isn't anybody in the world who knows your body better than I do!" With a laugh, Taylor reached over and quickly moved into a head lock, working to roll me onto my back.
That old wrestling instinct took hold and I re-rolled him; he quickly scrambled to a face down position. I was quicker than he was, though, and I was on top of him in an instant. I snaked my right arm under his right arm pit and slapped my hand onto the back of his neck. Using leverage, I managed to roll him onto his back. His natural reaction was to wrap his arms around me and thrust his hips into me to bridge out of the pinning combination.
We found ourselves locked together in this position, face to face, stomach to stomach, hard-on to hard-on. In all my years of wrestling, this was the most sensual feeling I had ever encountered. We rolled around on my towel, but it was obvious that neither one of us wanted out of the hold.
God, the feeling was incredible. Our young, hard bodies were no longer held in by the bonds of the tight wrestling singlets we wore in practice. As if by agreement, we both began squirming our bodies, allowing our hard cocks to rub against each other.
Taylor's warm body was more than I could stand. I began to move my hips which caused my hard-on to move up and down on his sweaty belly. The tender underside of my cock head moved in and out of Taylor's soft pubic hair as I increased the pace of my hunching movements.
All this time, Taylor was doing to same to me. His warm penis moved up and down my sweaty belly as our arms and legs moved to hold on to each other and bring our bodies even closer together. This was my idea of ecstasy; nude, I was entwined stomach to stomach with my bare friend while the warm sun beat down on our sweaty, writhing bodies.
And then, something I had never felt before began building up deep inside me. I felt my testicles tightening up in their sack and my muscles began tensing. My body shuddered and I felt my cock release itself as if I was going to pee except the feeling was so much better than pissing. My heart raced, my grip on Taylor tightened, and a small low moan escaped from my mouth.
Taylor's body also tensed and I felt his arms and legs tighten around my body. My penis erupted and I felt pulse after pulse escape from the opening. The release of this substance felt incredibly exciting and yet at the same time, it felt calming. Meanwhile, I felt the warm sensation of Taylor's cream on my stomach. After the shudders subsided, Taylor and I released each other and we fell back on our towels.
"Shit, that was fucking awesome!" Taylor panted. I looked over and saw his boner was still as hard as ever and his stomach and chest were coated in sweat and the milky substance that we had released simultaneously.
I looked down on my own body and found it much the same. Wondering at the substance my body had released for the first time, I scooped some of the cream onto my finger and sniffed it. It had a smell something like salty chlorine. I tasted the substance and found that it wasn't altogether a bad sensation.
"You eat the stuff?" Taylor asked?
Reddening, I admitted that this was the first time I had ever cum.
"Really? God, this really is a turn-on! You're a virgin! Well, you've got a lot to learn. We'll just have to make up for lost time."
I looked over at Taylor's thick meat standing erect among the small, curly mass of hair on his belly. It was making those jumping motions again and Taylor reached down to take care of it. This time I watched to see what it really looked like when somebody played with himself.
Taylor began masturbating by lightly circling his hand around his cock's crown. At the same time, he reached down with his other hand and began to knead his warm, sagging balls. His forefinger moved lightly up and down the underside of his shaft stopping to tickle the loose folds of skin near the head.
This was the first chance I had ever had to look closely at a cock other than my own, so I moved in closer. At Taylor's side with my head resting on his hip, My eyes were within inches of his cock so I could get a good look at it. I noticed that as he stroked, a large blue vein on the side of the shaft bulged. His smooth balls began to tighten up into his belly and the sparse, dark pubic hairs began glistening with sweat.
I reached over and helped Taylor with his work. Tentatively, I touched his penis, finding it as stiff as a finger, but incredibly warm to the touch. When he moaned lightly, I looked up at Taylor's face but his eyes were closed so I continued to concentrate on his cock and balls. I moved my fingers lightly up and down the underside of his shaft and even more lightly on his balls. Taylor continued to moan and soon his hips were moving up and down in time with his strokes.
Incredibly, a small drop of clear liquid emerged from his dick slit and sparkled in the sun. Curious, I moved my forefinger up to the head of his reddening member and touched the glistening liquid. It was slippery but at the sticky at the same time. When I moved my finger towards my face so I could sniff the substance, a shiny string of it trailed through the air from his piss slit to my face.
I looked up at Taylor's smooth face. His eyes were open now and he was looking at me intently.
"Go ahead. Do what you want with it. I'm very attached to the big guy, but it's yours for now."
I moved my face closer to his crotch. I had never been so close to a penis before. Now I understood what they meant by saying the eyes are just another sex organ. I could feel my hard-on stretching to ever greater dimensions as I humped his leg, all the while watching the movements of his own erect member.
Slowly I brought my mouth to the tip of his penis and stuck out my tongue to take my first taste. Still watching my every move, Taylor let out another quiet moan when I my wet tongue touched his cock head.
It didn't taste so bad! In fact, the sticky, clear liquid had hardly any taste at all. I grew bolder and began moving my tongue over the head of his dick, exploring the contours and crevices. Taylor's moaning grew louder as the wet warmth tickled the crevice on the underside of his circumcised member.
"Fuck! You'd better stop, bro, or I gonna cum all over your face!"
I didn't pull my head away, though. I continued to lick and tickle the head, increasing the speed of ministrations. I could feel his body heaving as breathing grew heavier; his chest was rising up and down with each huge intake of air. My head, resting on his abdomen began to raise up as well as Taylor lifted his hips up. It was as if he was trying to bridge a wrestling opponent to keep from being pinned to the mat. His dick grew even harder and after hearing a quiet, but high pitched scream from his throat, I knew he was about to erupt.
My curiosity got the better of me. I had never seen anybody, not even myself, shoot before so I wasn't about to move off. Suddenly his piss slit opened up, almost as if in slow motion, and a globule of thick, white liquid emerged. It flew up though the air as if under its own power and came down somewhere in my sweaty hair. Another emerged and hit my temple, dribbling down onto my cheek. Spurt after spurt erupted from that slit and landed on my face, from my hair down to my chin. Finally it ended with a small dribble from Taylor's spent cock.
It was so fucking hot! My wrestling partner for three years was allowing me to play with him all I wanted and didn't care what I did.
"Damn, that was good! Why the fuck haven't we done this before," said Taylor as he tried to catch his breath. We gotta fucking make up for lost time, bro! Let me show you what else can be done with a mouth."
He instructed me to lay on my back while he positioned himself, kneeling between my legs. For the first time in my life, I was allowing somebody to examine my small, but growing tool. He used his hands to gently stroke my penis and to cradle my loose balls in their hairless sack. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch what he was doing.
"God, you're perfect," he moaned. "Pay close attention here, partner. I'm gonna teach you how to be a champion cocksucker."
He pulled my rock hard dick as far as he could from its position nestled among the sparkling curls of my small, sweaty bush of tightly curled pubic hairs. His tongue reached out tentatively and cupped the sensitive underside of my cockhead. I moaned from the extreme ecstasy.
"Tastes good," Taylor said. "Now, the most important thing is to wrap your lips around your teeth. You don't want to hurt the thing or bite it off!" He proceeded to move his mouth down and covered my cock head with his mouth. He moved up and down slightly, but what I felt most was his warm, wet tongue as it explored my sensitive dickhead. I moaned as the tip of his tongue flicked lightly at my piss slit. He came back up for air.
"Next," he said, "you want to move slowly down the shaft until you can't go any farther. Then you need to go farther! It takes a while to get used to it. I used to gag a lot but I have practiced a lot."
He moved down to my pulsating dick and slowly wrapped his mouth around my small penis. His tongue made swirling motions as his mouth went slowly down the length of my shaft. Soon I could feel the soft fleshy tissue at the back of his mouth as his upper lip approached my sparse patch of pubic hairs. An electric shock went through me as his thraot opened up and warmly engulfed the head or my penis. He then began to move slowly up my shaft before descending again to the base of my cock. Again and again he pumped, increasing the speed. I couldn't last much longer.
I felt an unfamiliar stirring behind my balls as my hips rose up to meet Taylor's mouth. My chest rose and fell with each huge breath. My head arched back, my legs stiffened, and my toes curled. For the second time in my life I felt a tingling course through my body as I shot another load. Once, twice, three times I shot into the warm mouth of my wrestling partner. I then collapsed, exhausted as Taylor moved off of my dick and laid back on his own towel.
"Lesson number three," he said after his own breathing calmed down. "Always swallow!"
Spent, we stayed side by side for almost a half hour without talking. Taylor finally broke the silence with quiet chuckling which quickly grew to full laughter.
"What's so funny?" I asked, unable to hold back my own laughter.
"Us!" he replied. "Look at the fucking two of us. You've got cum all over your hair and face. We both have it all over our bodies. We're sweaty and hot and you're gonna get a fucking sunburn if you don't put some sunscreen on your balls!"
We rolled on the ground, laughing at the sight of the two of us. That only made things worse as the course sand stuck to our sweaty bodies.
"We better go back down to the beach and wash off."
Neither of us bothered to put on clothes as we descended the path to the beach below. Where the path from our ledge merged with the main path we ran into two young men in their twenties, hand in hand walking up from the beach below. I imagined where they were going and what they were planning.
Arriving at the beach again, I noticed that most of the men at this end watched us as we, two naked boy figures, snaked our way through the naked bodies to find a place to put out towels. Sneaking a peak at my young friend, his tightly muscled and compact budding body, I imagined how envious those men must be.
After putting our towels down, we rushed to the water, diving into a crashing wave. The two of us cleaned our bodies off and then spent a while playing in the water. I dove under and grabbed Taylor's shrunken dick and he did the same to me. We body surfed in the crashing waves for a while and then made our way to our towels to lie down and dry off in the warm sun.
Eventually dry, Taylor rumaged through his daypack and brought out a bottle of SPF 35 sunscreen.
"Here, put this on. It'll save you a lot of pain later."
I spread it over my skin, paying close attention to the parts of my body that had never seen the sun before. As I stroked it over my loose balls and my penis, I felt the stirrings of another erection. This time, though, I was able to keep with from being really noticeable. What the fuck, I thought to myself. If these guys are really that interested, then I might as well give them a show.
"Doesn't that thing ever stay down?"
I replied, "After today, I think it's permanently in that position. Are you embarassed to be seen with me?"
"Fuck no," Taylor said. "These guys here are eating this up. You're the fucking hottest thing to hit this beach in a long time."
The two of us spent the rest of the day together talking, sleeping, and playing in the water. We didn't return that day to the ledge above the beach, but Taylor and I because closer than ever. We spent time at my house, I slept at his, and we became inseparable that summer.