Beach Boys

Beach Boys By Nathan Harvey

It was strange pulling into the driveway of our summer cottage after all these years. I'd driven down to the Dunes early that Monday from Chicago. I was planning on spending my summer here and working on the cottage to make it a sellable property. I'd held onto the place all these years just for sentimental reasons. I'd tried to rent it to a family for summers but nowadays the Indiana Dunes was no longer that fashionable place it had been. The gay crowd now populated many of the beaches around here now. They even had their own nude beach down the road from our cottage. Families seemed to avoid renting residential cottages for the summer and were going to the now fashionable resorts and on cruse ships. It seemed silly for me to keep paying taxes on a property I never used. I was surprised when I pulled into the drive to see the cottage next door to ours for sale. Our families had been as thick as thieves all those summers so long ago. Their boy George, who was five years older than me, had been instrumental in bringing about the turning point of my life. I would never forget him for what he did to me. Well, now it seems a moot point. Now I was in my forty's and I'd had a good life, perhaps I should have thanked him. The first order of the day was to open the shutters. Taking my toolbox out of my Explorer I began prying the boards off the windows.

It was going to take a lot of elbow grease to make this place look like it did fifteen years ago but first I had to get it unwrapped. Once I had the shutters loose I went around the house pinning them back. Grabbing my rucksack and unlocking the door then I slipped into the cottage. Walking through the rooms I was more than pleased to see at how well the place had survived standing empty so long. I could see with just a little scrubbing and some spit and polish it could be presentable for today's market. The next thing I wanted to do was to give the rooms a good airing out to get rid of the years of musty smells. Going from to room throwing open the doors and windows the house began to resemble I remembered and the memories came flooding back. Stepping into my old bedroom I remembered the great advantage of my small room was that huge sliding patio door that opened directly to the beach. Fondly I remembered all those year ago of George pounding on the glass in the mornings getting me up so we could go swimming together. How many years ago, Ten, fifteen seems like a lifetime ago. Shrugging off the past, I began pulling dust covers off of the built in furniture. The cottage really began to look more like I'd remembered it then.

The structure had been designed as a cottage but it was more than that, with its simple elegant lines it was more of a retreat. It was one of the few structures on the beach built from Indiana limestone so that it blended into the setting rather than standing out from it. For all its age you could tell it had been designed in severe good taste. After all these years the structure still had that look of a contemporary building and stood as a testimony my father had been a damn good architect-he was years ahead of his time. Hearing a truck pulling into the drive then the sound of a horn being tapped as a signal of arrival. Looking out I was pleased to see the man from the utility company here so promptly to turn on the power. The service here was sure of a lot different from the city. I was glad he could turn on everything so that I didn't need a dozen utility men coming out. It was a treat to see that handsome young kid jumping out of the truck and coming toward me with his beaming smile. He ask me if I was the one that called to have the service turned on. The he asked which side of the house the electric and gas meters was on.

Leading the young man around to the utility court I showed him the boxes. While he was turning the power on he was telling me how most of the summer people usually waited until May or June to open there cottages. He went on to say I was going to be up here alone for a couple months before the gay crowd invaded for the summer season. Snickering and walking off rubbing his crotch he laughed like it was a big joke saying if I wanted a real good drag show just go down to Spankeys bar anytime. He said it was the hottest gay bar for miles and all the Gays hunks hung out there. I wondered if I would see him there. He had that look about him and I was seldom wrong about recognizing a sister. My day then was filled with sweeping, dusting, and washing windows. By evening I was well rewarded when the place began to shine. I was bushed, just too tired to move and all hot and sweaty I moved to the back lanai to cool off in the warm evening breeze. The sun was beginning to set over the water and it made the surf so inviting looking I had to go for a swim. Peeling my clothes I made a quick run to splash only to find the surf ice-cold. Lake Michigan was always cold but today it was freezing. Dashing back to the cottage I slipped into the dark kitchen to nuke a TV dinner.

Pulling the tray out of the micro I decided to stay naked and getting some beer and my dinner I went out to the back lanai. I was tired and as I munched and sipped I leaned back in my chair letting the memories of my first love come flooding back. How well I remembered George. Sitting there playing with my cock I watched the evening sunset. I was eighteen then and he was and old man of twenty five and such a beautiful man. We'd both had been coming up to these cottages with our parents for years. Our friendship had begun when we were little kids. I was five when I'd started playing with George. Over the years I'd thought of him one of my best and dearest friends. He always liked hanging around with me and I adored being with him. Even when I was eighteen I still though he was so grown up at twenty-five. He was tall, well built and had beautiful black curly hair. Thinking back to when I was a kid I thought he was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. Back then I'd thought he had the body of a Greek god. By today's standards I would classify George as a slim trim stud. The first thing that always came to my mind when I remembered George was that big cock of his. I can still remember when I saw him naked for the first time I just kept staring at his cock. He just smiled saying when I grew up my cock would be just as big as his was. I believed everything he told me but in that case he was sure proved right.

As the years passed we always had remained best buddies. It was always George that would come rapping at my door early in the morning for me to go out and play with him. I would dash into the kitchen were mother would fix us a breakfast snack and we would take off. Mother always told George he was the best babysitter she'd ever had. I would get mad saying George wasn't my baby sitter he was my friend. The only thing we ever wore in those days at the beach was our bathing suits and towels wrapped around our shoulders or a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. George and I had this special place in the dunes that had been our secret place for years. We liked it because it was sheltered and warm. This outcropping of rocks and brush sheltered it from the wind and prying eyes and made it a private warm hideaway. We like to take our clothes off and run and play in the sand and water naked. George was good at making up all kinds of wonderful games. The mornings were always two cold in the morning to swim so we occupied ourselves with pretend games and did our swimming after lunch when the sun it was hot. One morning George decided to teach me to wrestle. We were alone in our little spot wrestling and groping each other and when suddenly he stopped wrestling pushing me away. He then saying he'd had enough of that kind of play he just wanted to cool off. Standing he then dashed into the cold water holding his towel hiding his himself.

We'd swam and played in the water together naked for years and we were always was horsing around. Now suddenly he insisted we start wearing our bathing suits. When I asked why he said I was getting too old to run around naked. Somehow as we got older he seem to change toward me. We stopped playing the fun games like wrestling and groping each other. Now he started teaching me stuff like football and catch. I still loved playing with him but somehow growing older he was now so different. I liked it better when we would wrestle and play grab ass. He said those were baby's games and now it was time for me to grow up and be a man. Each year we still palled around playing catch and he would tell me all about what he was doing in school. Sometimes we would sit on the beach in our favorite spot and talk about girls and school. I liked sitting close to him and talking with him. He was always after me wanting me to tell him if I'd started dating and all kinds of I was doing now. I always told him the same thing, I thought girls were silly and I liked being with the boys better. George always smiled when I told him that.

Then one of our summers I had a lot of special things I wanted to ask him about. We had a guy at school the kids were always picking on. They kept calling him a fairy. No one wanted to play with him and they would chase him and beat up on him after school. I kind of guessed what a fairy was but I wanted George to explain it all to me. We walked along the beach in the bright sunlight and reaching down he grabbed and held my hand as we walked and talked. Gently he explained to me when some boys grow up they never really learn to like girls. He said it sounded like my schoolmate was one of those special boys. Someday people would accept them for what he was but for now the kids were afraid of him because he was different. George told me in a few years I would understand all about such things as what a gay man was and not to think about it any more. We never really talked anymore about it and our summer went on like it always did. Fall soon was here and it was finally time to pack up close the cottage and go home.

That was a rough winter for our family, so many bad things happened that year. By my seventeenth birthday my mother and father decided to divorce and my world was turned upside down. Dad moved to Chicago saying he wanted to start a new life. Mother would never tell me why they divorced saying it was just one of those things. Dad kept sending me letters and pictures telling me one day I would understand. I never really did but I kept putting his pictures he sent me into my scrapbook and writing him. The strange thing about his pictures was that he seemed to always be with this younger man, a man almost my age. I'd never paid much attention to the guy until I realized it was always the same man. That's when mother told me he just had a male friend he wanted to live with and she never said anymore than that. Now I was now in my senior year then and everything was going great at last. I'd just celebrated my eighteenth birthday and I'd been awarded a full scholarship for college in computer science. Everything seemed to be going my way in school. My teachers considered me computer whiz but some of the bullies gave me a rough time calling me a computer nerd. I pretend not to hear them.

One day after school I was studying in the computer lab late. I'd been working on a special assignment for my computer teacher for extra credits. Then I heard them closing and locking the main doors to the school building I realized how late it was. Pulling my books and disks in my backpack I locked up the computer room up and started down the hall. I knew the back doors of the school would be open for the maintenance people so I decided to leave by the back. Turning and heading for the gym Walking through the dark halls Kevin, one of the school jocks, started following me. He was the one of the big bully's that had been giving me a hard time. Catching up to me he acted nice enough now as we walked along the dark hall and be began telling me jokes and making me laugh. Telling me then he had his fathers van he would be glad to give me a ride home to make up for all the hard times he had given me. I should have suspected something was wrong when he put his arms around me and gave me a big brotherly hug but I wanted to be friends with him.

When we got to his van he told the other door was stuck and to slide in through the driver's side. Pulling open the van door I slid into the passenger seat pulling my book bag in after me. Kevin jumped in then and slamming the door pulled out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. When he turned south I told him I lived in the other direction. Nodding told me he had to do something first and then he would take me home. As we moved away from school I could hear giggling coming from the back of the van. Suddenly arms began to pull at me and I ended up lying in the back of the van. Stunned, before I knew what was happing to me they'd held me down taking my clothes off of me, even my shoes. Sitting there naked and surrounded by all those thugs I was scared out of my wits. Then they started pinching and groping me calling me a fagot. Kevin called back saying his father told him my dad was a queer and was living his boy lover in Chicago. Now they wanted me to show them how fagots like my father made love. Then one of them pulled my hands behind my back tying them. Struggling, I tried to yell and one of them stuffed one of my socks into my mouth.

Finally Kevin stopped the van. When they pulled me out of the back I was standing there naked in the road. Looking around I saw that we were somewhere out in the county on some deserted gravel back road. Naked and afraid as I stood there they began crowding around me. Then they began to get naked. As they all stripped I could see there cocks were hard all hard and I began getting afraid of what they were going to do to me. One of them saying they were going to teach the stuck up nerd fagot a few facts of life. Kevin, who seemed to be the leader, stood facing me. Reaching up and putting his hands on my shoulders he pushed me down on my knees into the gravel. Then Billy one of the other bullies pulled a camcorder out of the van and began taping the whole thing. Kevin pulled the gag out of my mouth one of them came up in back of me and held my head and one by one they forced me to suck there cocks off. They kept taping as each one of them would stick his cock in my mouth forcing me to suck him and shoot his load. Finally when they were done with me they cut my wrists loose. Leaving me kneeling there naked they climbed back into the van laughing and hooting at me calling me a dumb cocksucker. Driving off slowly very slowly they began throwing my clothing at me one piece at a time. They made me trot after them for miles trying to collect my stuff. Standing there then naked with all my clothes and books in my arms they drove off. They had warned me several times that they had a video of me sucking all of them off. If I told anyone they would show that tape all over school.

That was the beginning of my miseries. Whenever I would run into any of those boys in the halls they would pull me over joking and ask me if I wanted a date to suck them off again. I lived in terror they would come after me again and make me suck them all off. Then one Friday just before summer break it was all came to an end for me. It was all over school that Kevin and his gang were doing that kind of stuff to a lot of the kids. One of them had the guts to squeal. Some school official had then been able to catch them with a kid in the gym shower making him do sexual things. Kevin and his gang ended up juvenile court. Word was out they were looking for the other victims the gang had molested. I prayed Kevin and the guys wouldn't say anything about me. Come to find out that they never had any film in the Camcorder when they were abusing their prey. Billy pretended to film the whole thing just to make the kids afraid they were abusing afraid to squeal on them. Finally it was over. School was out and we were on our way to the lake for the summer. I hoped I would never see those brutes again but I kept remembering how it felt to suck them off. Now I began to question about my father and that young man he was living with. I wondered if Kevin had been right when he said my father was Gay.

The drive to the lake seemed to take forever but we finally arrived. I had to help unpack the car before I could go looking for George. I had so many problems that I had to talk to him about them. I just knew he could help me. Finally I found him walking alone on the beach. Running to him I hugged him saying I had to talk to him. We walked along slowly and taking his hand I told him the whole terrible story. Looking down at me he asked simply if I had liked sucking those boys off at school when I got use blowing them. Looking disgusted I told him I'd never get use to it. Then I admitted I kept remembering how it felt and it was exciting. Putting his hand under my chin and lifting my face he told me I must have liked it why was I blushing like a girl. Then reaching down feeling my cock he told me I got so was excited just talking about it I was hard. He said I was one of those special boys I had asked about, like the boy that we'd talked about the one that was gay. Pausing, he pulled me close to him doing something strange. Bending down he kissed me. This kiss wasn't like a buddy when our lips met he pushed his tongue deep in my mouth like I was a girl. I kissed him back not afraid to kiss him like that because I loved him.

As children all those years ago George had kidded around groping me telling me to eat his dick. Sometimes when we wrestled he would play like he was going to force it in my mouth. I always thought it was fun then but that was when we were children. Now all grown up and standing close to me he loosened his shorts letting drop around his ankles. Standing naked with a hard cock he told me to suck him off just like I'd done those boys. Looking into his eyes he knew I would do anything he asked me and getting on my knees I took his cock into my mouth. That's how George got me started sucking him off that summer. The boy's cocks at school were big but George's cock was huge. His cock must have been at least twelve inches long when he was hard. It was hard taking him in my mouth at first because he was so big around. When I began sucking on his cock I gagged a lot but he kept telling me how wonderful it felt and I'd learn to take all of him in time. It was hard at first but the longer I sucked and the slicker his cock from spit. Beginning to get use to sucking him my mouth kept sliding further down his pole. With each stroke of his meat I kept sliding closer to his balls. He tasted so sweet and I really liked sucking on his cock.

After a while I didn't gag anymore when I sucked his cock but he said I wasn't doing it right yet. He said I kept scraping him with my teeth. Then George told me he was going to show me how to suck a cock right. Kneeling and pulling my shorts down he put his mouth around my cock and began to suck on it. It was wonderful and as he pulled my meat into his mouth his lips licked and rolled my shaft tickling the head of my cock. I screamed out in pleasure and he pulled off of me just before I shot my load. Then I had the most wonderful feeling I'd ever had. My cock exploded and I waved it all around shooting my nuts off. I loved him sucking me then I wanted to learn to suck him just like he'd done to me. I told him I would be the best cocksucker he ever had. We began going to our favorite spot and we would play and horse around naked like the old times. But now when he pushed his cock into my face I would open my mouth suck on it now. When we were in the water he would grope me saying he wanted me to suck him off again. Then pulling me down he would lay on the beach with the water washing over his legs. I would then crawl between his legs and suck him off.

Every time I sucked him off it felt so good and it got easier. He would put his hands on my head telling he was going to help me do it right. Then guiding me each time I went down on him he would push me a little further down. He kept telling me how good it felt and how good I was getting. He kept making me go faster until suddenly he began to stiffen. Then pushing me down he forced his big cock deep into my mouth filling me with his juice. Holding me he kept telling me to keep sucking. I swallowed everything he was giving me. Now whenever George would shoot his load he would cry out in pleasure telling me he loved me. After that each time I took him he seemed to like it even better. In no time at all I'd learned to take his cock right down to his balls. I was really excited and proud about how good I'd become at sucking his cock and I loved it when he would tell me he loved me.

As the summer progressed I asked him to suck me off again but told me he wasn't that kind of guy. Then telling me since I loved sucking cock it was right for me and he wanted me to keep it up because I was the gay one. I knew he was right, I loved the way he tasted and he always would do that special thing of his. He would hold my head and pumping he would get real hot and shoot into my throat. To make a long story short that summer I became his personal cocksucker. That went on all the rest of the summer and I was obsessed with the taste of his body and George kept teaching me new things to do to him. He liked it when I licked and sucked him around his balls and up his stomach and sucked on his nipples. When Gorge would shoot his load into my mouth I loved that slick feeling f his cum gave my tongue and the way his cock slid down my throat so easily when he fucked my face the second time. I knew I was in love with him even at that young age. I became dependent on servicing him. I guess people like me learn to love at an early age. It seemed like George and I was made for each other. I dreaded knowing our season at the shore was coming to an end and our love affair was over. George was going back to Chicago to finish his last year of his Masters degree and I was going to Indiana University to start my first year.

On our last day together I felt like crying. Holding me tight he asked me to do something special to prove I loved him. Going on telling me that if I really loved him I would let him fuck me. Then leading me into the brush he pulled our bathing suits down. He'd brought a little sack with him and opening it he stuck his fingers into the jar of Vaseline and began to rub it up my ass. I knew what he wanted to do to me and I started to pull away. He kept begging me to prove my love and I finally gave in. As a treat he let me put Vaseline all over his cock telling me to get on my hands and knees. He began to stick his cock up my ass. It really hurt but he just kept on doing it telling me to wait a few minutes and it would feel wonderful. Like he said after he slid all the way and waited. Soon my ass began to feel better and then when George began sliding his cock in and out of my ass it really began to feel great. Finally he began pumping my ass long and slow. And after a long time I felt him coming inside me. When he finished shooting his load he collapsed on me. Laying there with his cock up my ass he told me I was his first cherry ass and he would remember me all his life. I was really a wonderful fuck.

I'd liked how it felt when he fucked me. He had told me I would like getting fucked just as much as I liked sucking him off. Finally when he pulled out of me he told me would wash the sand off of us and he wanted me to suck him off now. Taking his bathing suit and wiping his cock off we washed in the surf and soon he was soon hard again. When he came I held his cum in my mouth as long as possible wanting to remember how he tasted. I knew this was going to be my last blowjob for George for a long time. We would be leaving that afternoon and I wanted to remember the man that told me he loved me. All that next winter I dreamed of George wanting him close to me and sucking him off. I began to dream of him fucking me even if I had hurt for days afterwards. I always remembered how he told me I would learn to love getting fucked that it that it wouldn't hurt when I got use to it. Everynight now I went to bed hugging my pillow wanting him. It was a very long winter at Indiana and I kept myself pure for George.

I was sure after that summer he loved me because he'd told me so. As mother wrote me about summer vacation I told her that I was looking forward to returning to the Dunes for summer vacation. Mother said she would go ahead and get the place ready and I should catch the bus and meet her there. I was ecstatic, I was ready right then and there to start packing. When my classes were finally over I packed and ready to go to George. Mother had the cottage all open and when I called her from the bus depot she came to pick me up. When our big Buick station wagon pulled into the drive George was waiting for me with a big smile on his face. He'd grown a beard over the winter and he'd heavier, I though he looked great. Jumping out of the car I rang to him giving him a big hug and everyone laughed thinking that was cute. Little did they realize I was saying hello to the man I loved. It took forever to please mother with how I unpacked my stuff and put it away it in my room but at last I got it done. After a quick picnic supper she said I could go find George and walk the beach.

I ran like a wild animal in heat looking for him. Finally I found him sitting up on the beach waiting for me. Rubbing his crotch he said he wanted me bad. We both hurried off to our spot. Grabbing me as he pulled down his shorts I dropped to my knees and began to suck him like a sex-crazed animal. I had dreamed of this moment all winter and how I wanted his cock, I wanted the man I loved. Responding to my hot mouth he grabbed my head forcing me to the very base of his tool and began to fuck my face. He acted like his life depended on my draining his last drop of cum. He was hotter than hell and pulling out a jar of Vaseline saying he wanted my ass like last summer. Dropping to my hands and knees telling him anything he wanted. That summer I really became his and he was right when he told me after a few weeks of screwing my ass there would be no pain for me just pleasure. George was addicted to me. He wanted me now every morning and noon. He was ready to screw me again at the drop after supper if we could get away. He was getting his nuts off now twice sometimes three or more times a day. How I hungered now for his manhood, and if we missed seeing each other for some reason when we did get together we were like wild animals' mating.

Late in our summer early one morning George appeared at our cottage as usual but now he had a friend with him. He told me that his friend Bobby was from Chicago and was going to be staying with his family for the rest of the summer. Then giggling and groping me he said he was sure I was going to like him. Bobby was a little older then George and a lot bigger. He must have been at least Twenty-seven. As we walked down the beach George was talking to Bobby then looking over at me told me I was old enough now to know some facts of life. Then turning to Bobby he told him I that faggot he'd told me about that serviced him last year that I was a damn cock hound. We had reached our spot by then and throwing me to my knees he quickly dropped his shorts and stroking his meat told me to blow him. Pulling back from his cock hurt I was afraid of doing anything in front of someone watching us. George suddenly began slapping my face calling me a dumb cocksucker. With at evil smile on his face he began pushing his hard cock into my mouth. Dazed with tears in my eyes I just opened my mouth and let him slide his meat into me. Bobby dropped down in the sand watching me take his cock saying, "Holy Shit! He can take your whole rod. You must have twelve inches of cock rammed down his throat.

Damn he's better than you said he was George, will he let you fuck his face?" "Sure and when I'm done I'll fuck his ass and ram all my cock into him. You want some dick action?" George pumped and pushed and when he was ready to shoot his load he grabbed my head yelling "take it you little fag. take it all". Kneeling there I swallowed and sucked taking all of him. Then backing off he told Bobby to get his tool ready. His friend Bobby was hung like an ape just as big. Standing there stroking his rod to the point were it was beginning to glisten with pre-cum he ordered me to blow him. Stepping up to me and pushing his meat into my mouth he began fucking, pushing, and making me take it all even when I gagged on him. He just kept pushing finally ramming his tool in me as far as he could driving it down my throat. With a dirty laugh he said, "eat it all you fagot" and he began filling me with his juice. "Great facefuck guy" Then George piped up "if you think his mouth is great wait until you fuck his ass. He's better than any damn bitch you've ever fucked."

That was all it took. Telling me to assume the position George began to screw me. Not to be out done Bobby was hot again and scooting around on his knees he shoved his cock into my mouth for another blowjob. I'd been scared of Bobby at first even jealous of his being with George but I soon learned to love it when they both would come get me to go with them. George and Bobby became my regulars. I began to service both of them now eagerly everyday. Finally our summer season was over and the one thing I knew was this was more than just playing around with guys, George had said I was gay and yes I was willing to admit I was a Fagot just like my father. My whole life began to change after that. I was now going on twenty-one and I realized I was a confirmed Gay. George had really brought me out and for two years he had trained me as his cocksucker. Now it was all I could do to contain myself looking forward to sucking him off and when he gave me to Bobby I loved him even more. That had to be the happiest summer of my life. When I went back to school I had a far different attitude then.

I'd accepted what I was and began to seek out others gays like me. My southmore year was a great learning experience in more than just schoolwork. I'd found Gay life was a whole New World but I still saved myself for George. Finally that day did arrive and school was over. At last I was at last on my way to the cottage. My father had given me a little secondhand LaBaron convertible in my second year of school to commute in. When I pulled into our driveway of the cottage I began looking for George. His family usually arrived the week before we did. This year the cottage was deserted. I was sullen and bad company all week wanting George and his family to arrive. When I heard a car pulling into the drive next door I ran out looking for George. The only thing I saw was an old couple taking their luggage into the cottage. Running up to them and asking where the Trapper family and their son was. Laughing the told me that they had rented the cottage from them for the summer. They went on to say that the family had moved and that the cottage was two far from were they lived to use. Now they were going to use it as a rental property.

I tossed and turned all that night dreaming of George. By morning I was tired and despondent. Taking a long walk along the beach when I passed our spot I really got depressed. I just kept going until finally coming to the public beach. Dressed only in a skimpy Speedo with my towel around my waist I slipped into the toilet to take a leak. I was standing with my suit down to my knees pissing and trying not to look at the four guys standing around. Then I heard this voice behind me calling my name. Whirling around with my dick in my hand I almost fainted. There stood Bobby, George's friend from last summer. The other young men gathered around Bobby and he told them I was the fagot he'd told them about. I was the one that had serviced him and George all summer. Then he adding I was as good a fuck as good as I a cocksucker. Dropping his shorts he ordered me to get busy on his cock.

They all knew I was gay now and looking for cock thanks to Bobby so I had nothing to lose now. I remembered what a great cock Bobby had and I was desperate. Dropping to my knees I took him at right down to his balls and it was wonderful. I really needed that cock. It had been a year of celibacy and I was hungry for a cock. Quickly pulling out of my mouth Bobby turned to the urinal whispering for me to get the fuck out of here. Standing and turning to leave I almost ran into this big hunky beach patrolman coming through the shithouse door. Then the boys filed out. Disappointed at not getting any cock I started walking back home. Then I heard them calling out to me and running to catch me. Bobby and the others caught up to me saying they all still wanted blowjobs. Then asking if I would suck them off and did I know of a safe place to go. I was excited when I found out how easy it was to get cock here at the beach to suck and in the bargain I had just learned to cruse the rest area. I told them about our spot and all four of them walked down the beach with me.

When we got to my secrete spot they looked around and liked it. It was private property and secluded. No one ever patrol this section of the beach because it was private property. The lifeguards would never come this far down on beach patrol. The boys made a circle around me and as quickly as I blew one of them I would turn and take another. They just kept me going from one to another. From that point on I became the faggot of the dunes. Now for as long as we lived there I had a whole new set of friends stopping by asking me to go for a swim with them. We would walk to my spot and I would have a cock to suck. Sometimes several of them would be there waiting for me. I would really have a meat party then. Mostly they like to be sucked off and I was happy with that. That summer I had a wonderful time. I had all the cock I could ever want until fall. Toward the end of the season people were closing their cottages and it was getting hard to find any one on the beach let alone anyone that wanted my services. It was stormy most of the days now and one weekend the lake water was like ice.

Swimming was pretty dismal because of the cold summer that year but they decided to keep the beach open until the end of the season. There was no one the beach that cold day as I walked along the shoreline hoping to find a hot cock to suck. I was glad I'd thought to wear a windbreaker because I was freezing. Coming to the public beach I wasn't surprised it was deserted. Jogging along down by the rest room I had to admit that I had learned a lot that summer. I was now real good at spotting and avoiding the beach patrol. These guys that were working the summer as lifeguards caused more sexual excitement on the beach that summer than the college kids had done for years. Many a fair damsel as well as hot lusting men watched as they patrolled the beach with their bight butts pumping away in those tight red Speedo's. They were something else again to look at. The city had instigated a policy of hiring out of work steelworkers as their lifeguards. This was to help them out financially as well as to keep them off of public assistance. Whoever was doing the hiring sure got the pick of the litter. They all were damn hunkey, hairy, beasts and none of them had that gay look about them. They were one of the reasons I liked walking along the public beach. I could watch them strut there stuff in Black windbreakers and their skimpy red Speedo's. Those Guards were really a piece of work.

Seeing no activity along that part of the beach I kept going. Passing the lifeguard's shack at the middle of the public beach in back of the lifeguard chair. I got the surprise of my life. The door of the shack swung open and George stuck his head out and was franticly calling out to me. He wanted me to come over to the shack quick. Remembering that hunk of meat he carried I was in just the right mood to see him and thought he would go back to the cove with me. When I got to the shack he pulled me into the shanty. He was naked and shaking. Two of those hunkey lifeguards had him by the arms giving him a real hard time. He was standing there naked and shaking and he was so scared he would pee on himself. He was standing wet and in a puddle of his own piss scared out of his mind. Finally I understood what he was trying to tell me. George was trying to tell me the guards had caught him with his pants beating his meat off in the shithouse. Now they were threatening to turn him over to the police as a panhandler and a pimp and they had told him the only way they were going to let him go was if he let them screw him.

The guards had told George they were going to teach him a lesson he'd never forget. Calling him a punk and a troublemaker telling him the police would suspected him of being on drugs or pushing them. They really scared the shit out of him. The told him he'd probably would be sent to the slammer and he'd get his ass screwed by the jail inmates. They would be much nicer to him than the prison inmates so he better put out. That's when he turned to them and getting on his knees began begging them to let him go. Whining and crying like a real looser and pointing to me he told them I was the real fagot, not him. He was waiting for me to come suck him off. Whining he told them I was a great piece of ass and since he got them a piece of ass at least they should let him go. That's when the big guard called Sam slapped him across the face calling him a sniveling stoolie and a dope head. Then jerking him to his feet he shoved Bobby out the door telling him to get his ass out of his sight warning him he'd better never see him on this beach again. George reached in to get his bathing suit but the guard pulled it away form him telling him to get his naked ass out of here. Bobby ran for his life his butt pumping like hell his cock all shriveled up like a toy. Sam then led me over to the center of the room and pushing me down into a chair told me I was a fool to get mixed up with those summer bums. Most of the time they just tried to find gay kids and use them. Sometimes they would rape them and beat the shit out of them hurting them real bad. Adding those punks were the kind that would sell me out everytime if they got caught. All punks like that wanted was to get there nuts off and a guy like me had to be careful and not hang around with trash like them. Going on he told me it was a good way to wreck my reputation if I ever got caught with them.

Then squatting down and looking me in the face he told me he and his partner knew I was a queer. Pulling me closer and pulling off my jacket he told me to be nice to them and they would take good care of me. Moving even closer and reaching down groped my cock checking out my hard-on. Finding me hard he began to tug at my trunks pealing them off of me. Then telling me if I was going to put out always to go with guys that are older and can appreciate a fine piece of work and take care of you. As he was talking he was playing with my cock making it even harder. Then I felt the other man, the one he'd called Butch, beginning to rub against me with his basket. He began to slip out of his red Speedo than and as he straighten up my eyes went wide looking at that huge cock of his. "Now young man, you see we're the kind of guys that appreciate a good piece of young ass and we want yours". The other Guard had stood while I was staring at that cock and when I turned back to him I was looking at another horrendous cock. Smiling he said `you want it boy, don't you? You want to be fucked by a men with real cocks not some delinquent punk."

Before I could even answer the other guard was poking his cock in my face telling me to do both of them like the pro he knew I was. They both stood there strong and muscular and naked with their firm hard cock sticking in my face. Then moving closer and pulling my lips to his cock he said "be a sweetheart and do us." Unable to resist that beautiful cock I opened my mouth and sank down on his rod eager and hungry. I forgot everything in my lust. They had stripped me when I'd first came in and when I seen there hard cocks bulging in there Speedo's I wanted them. Going deep on his cock and smelling that wonderful manly musk I began to lick and suck that piece of throbbing meat. He was no excited and began pushing my face further into his lush pubic hair. Then sliding from the chair I began licking and sucking every part of his cock. Then moving around I began sucking his balls. I was excited and horny as hell and they knew I was so hot I was willing to do anything. It took them only seconds to rubber up and lube and they were on me in a flash.

Pulling me to the table and laying me down I spread my legs and I felt that cock enter me. I knew the difference now between scare punks and real men. They kept at me for the rest of that afternoon. When they finally stopped screwing me they told me I was to come to them every afternoon and they would take care of me and get me all the cock I could want. Slowly pulling on my bathing suit I promised to come back. For the rest of that season I became the guards boy. I would leave our cottage and trot down to the guards shack every afternoon. They were always there waiting for me. Everyday they had a new surprise for me. It seems the word had gotten out among the lifeguard's about me. Now different guards would drop by for a visit and a fuck. They were all shapes, sizes, and colors but they all had the same desire to get there nuts off. As soon as I stepped into the shack they began to strip me. When I was naked I would lay on the table spread eagle at their command. Some days I would spend the whole afternoon sucking cocks. Other days I would get the stuffing's screwed out of me. I liked it best when they ravaged me from both ends.

My handsome Guards were right about one thing, never let a boy do a man's job. I liked being their private piece of ass and I loved them for getting more cock for me to suck. We did have a scare one-day. I was in my usual position and my two guards were pumping me when the door flew open. The head of the park stood there swearing at us. He said he'd been keeping an eye on them to find out what the hell was going on. Stepping in he demanded to know how old I was. When I told him he broke into a smile saying "Hell just as long as your legal age and they're not forcing you I guess it's OK." Stammering and blushing, my men stood there with their soft cocks afraid. I stayed positioned on the table looking up at him. With a swift movement of his hand he unzipped his jeans kicking them off and stood there hard and eager with a wild glint in his eye. Chuckling, all he said was they should be suspended for not sharing their bitch. Moving forward and jamming his tool in my mouth he kept chastising his boys for being so greedy as he got his nuts off.

I vowed I'd never cruse again. There were better ways of getting cock. I was theirs right up until we closed our cottage for the season. That was the summer I went from gay to being a flaming fagot. That was also the last summer we went to the cottage. After that season my parents decided to rent it out. I'd learned a lot about how to survive in a straight world thanks to my guards. Now that I look back at my life it all started to change that summer George brought me out. When he'd left he had taught me to suck and fuck and even introduced me Bobby who finished my education. He was the one that was the next step in my education. He was the one that had started me picking up guys in outhouses and on the beach. Finally quite by accident he led me to the guards. There I learned to love and service older men. I had grown and learned a lot that summer. I now had all the basic skills to get any cock I wanted. Traveling in the gay circle I started out liking art, then design and finally advertising were my work in computers was a natural. That seemed to be were all the gays were working now.

That is what made me realize I wanted to attend art school in Chicago. After graduation from the Art Institute of Chicago I started a job in the Loop in advertising. Happy and successful with my job and the gay life along the `Gold Coast.' I never gave the cottage another thought until the time had came for me to liquidate the last bit of property in my mother's estate after her death. As I sat looking around at the cottage and the beach it seemed my life had been a complete circle. The sunset was almost complete and a dim red haze was falling over the water. Soft shadows of moonlight lit the sand as I watched a lone solitary figure walking along the water's edge. He seemed to be coming toward me. I watched as the figure continued to advance then at the last moment swerved off to the cottage next door. Then I realized someone must have been living next door. I'd not noticed anything but the for sale sign when I pulled up. Still watching he was now he was turning on his kitchen lights.

I could see this face and figure clearly now through his open window. He was a handsome man, older than me but very well built, then I was shaken to realizing it was George. He'd come back. I leaped out of my chair and ran over and began knocking on his door. After a while it opened and there he was standing there in his shorts. Asking what I wanted he apologized and ask me in. Stuttering and saying I was just sitting next door and not realizing anyone was living here and wanted to get acquainted. Then he interrupted offering me a beer. There was not even a glimmer of recognition on his face and he had no idea I was the punk teenager he'd brought out all those years back. So I told him I was his neighbor for the summer. I had been painting under the name of Howard Rolf so I decided to tell him that was who I was. It wasn't exactly a lie. I signed all my paintings Howard Rolf and I told him I was here thinking of doing some landscapes at the beach. We talked late into the night and he seemed to have turned into a rather delightful but somewhat stodgy person, a little on the dull side and straight as an arrow. It was hard to believe that this man was the wild sex hound of my youth that I had worshiped.

He did however keep pawing at his crotch and sneaking looks at me to see if I was watching. I realized that beneath that straight exterior still lay that hot sex hound of yesterday. I wanted to play this game with him so I did nothing and pretended not to notice him groping himself. We drank far too much and he began to get sloppy telling me how he'd lived at the shore summers with his folks and had fallen in love with someone. In fact he was so bold as to even tell me he was the first one to introduce Sammy his little lover to sex and how often he'd wish he could relive those wonderful days. Well after that bit of dribble I decided to call it a night telling him I was going walking in the morning if he would care to join me. Seemingly grateful for the invitation he asked what time and I told him I would rap on the window to let him know when I was going.

I had planned my day very carefully. I wanted to be the one to bring him out this time. He had made me what I am today and I was now going to have his ass at last. I chose a pair of Kati shorts with cargo pockets and packed them carefully with KY and rubbers. I was going to have his ass or know the reason why. I had spent years picking up men and servicing them. I used men now for my needs and George was no different from the rest of those bastards. He'd used my body years ago and now it was my turn to bring him out of his closet. Pulling on a white jersey with a hood and sandals I was ready. If I do say so the years had been good to me. When he knew me I was a skinny little brunet with a wide space between my two front teeth and a silly little lisp. Nature had endowed me with a fine body that I perfected with weights. When my career was established my dentist took care of my teeth and after capping them they were perfect. My image was complete now. With a lot of work and money I was one hell of a good-looking man now and if I do say so myself I could put out with the best of them. I was also one great whore and before I was finished with George his ass would belong to me.

Walking over to his cottage I rapped on the window like I'd promised. He appeared and seeing me smiled broadly. I could feel his interest in my body. I'd chosen my outfit well as I watched his eyes covet my body undressing me with his eyes. From the warm blush on his face I knew he liked what he saw. He was wearing cutoffs and a white T. He still looked very butch and handsome. The white T set off his graying temples and he was quite handsome but I thought so twenty-five years ago. We strolled along and I was leading him to the area we had first had our sexual tryst. Standing in our little cove I could tell from his face his memories were flooding back to him. Telling him I wanted to take a dip I started striping. I made sure to show off my body and jewels to him before I ran to the water. George seemed quite surprised I would swim nude saying he would wait for me on the beach and get some sun. I stayed in the water splashing around just long enough to convince him I really wanted to swim. Having enough exercise I came prancing up making sure he could see my meat giggle and bounce provocatively.

I'd learned all the tricks of how to get a `johns' attention and this was going to be child's play. Grabbing up my shorts and top from the beach and bending over I made sure I shoved my ass in his face while I spread them on the sand. Then reclining naked and hard I told him I wanted to let the sun dry me off. I had to marvel that in this light he was even more handsome as he'd gotten older. I had always remembered him as a young man but seeing how gracefully he'd aged I really wanted him. I made up my mind I was going to own that man body and soul. Standing he began to peel saying he might as well join me in the sun worshiping. As he dropped his cutoffs his cock sprang to attention and was hard as a rock. We twisted and turned in the sun, each of us displaying our wares like peacocks wanting to entice. His cock remained excited and hard and I commented on how manly he was. He began to blush and that was when he began to tell me about his love affair with this boy Sammy.

George went into great detail on how he'd planed to get Sammy's ass and how he had introduced him to the gay life. His biggest mistake was in not returning his affection. When I pushed him to explain what he meant by affection he simply said sex, that he never let the boy have his body and he used him like a whore for his own pleasure. In fact he'd even let his buddy to use him. Standing hurt at his revelation, I began to stretch, and now after hearing his story I was hard as a rock. How I wanted to get even with him. As I approched him I began waving my cock in front of his face and ask if he'd ever sucked a man before. Blushing he admitted he had, but not very often. He said he really wasn't gay, he just like screwing men and occasionally if he had to blow a guy to get his ass he would go that far. He said he had long since known the best way to get into someone's ass was to let them think they would get in yours in return. From long experience I knew any man that screwed men would eventual take it up the ass himself, it was always true.

As he talked I began moving closer to him until my cock was almost touching his lips. He was hot from all the memories and I began urging him to take me. In a moment of weakness he relented and as I slid my cock into his mouth. As I felt his hot moist mouth I lost it. Grabbing his head I began to rape his face. I plunged my cock deep into his mouth even as he was gagging for air. I continued to ram my cock into his mouth right up to my balls. All at once I had this deep welled up vengeance and I damn near choked him to death with my rod. I could feel my balls swell and then in great delight I pumped my cum down his throat. Good I thought but not good enough. I wanted more from this man. Pulling out of him I gathered up my things and left him sitting there licking his lips with a dazed expression. My plan had worked, by nightfall I would have my cock his ass. I was surprised he had waited until sunset before coming over. When he knocked on the door I stepped out on the porch butt naked to greet him. Laughing and telling him I loved being naked, telling him to strip and get comfortable. As he peeled his shorts off I noticed his tight firm ass, and a secret thrill ran through me. He was going to be fun to break in.

I suggested we walk down to the water's edge. Plopping down on the cool wet sand I let the cold water wash over my legs. Seeing I was making myself comfortable there he joined me sitting by my side. I ask if he'd let any man fuck him. Pulling back in horror he said never. He was beginning to reach for me and I moved quickly so that his hands groped my cock. He seemed please. I began to move his head up and down my shaft telling him I loved being sucked off; after all he was a cocksucker now. I gently reminded him he had sucked me off that afternoon and even swallowed my load. As we sat there I could feel his body begin to roll over mine and sliding down into the water I felt his hot lips on my cock. He liked it and wanted more. It was almost the same way it had happened to me years ago. Taking his head in my hands I helped him to learn how to suck a cock just as he had taught me years ago. Now I felt a great satisfaction. We moved very slowly in our relationship. I kept him blowing me for the better part of the week before I finally ask him to go to bed with me.

It was when he was preparing himself to go down on me I asked him to prove he loved me by letting me fuck his ass. Pulling back he resisted but pleading I told him I needed proof of his love. He was now so smitten he rolled over spreading his legs surrendering his body to my desires. That's when I began to rim him. Making him moist and slick as he began to tremble with excitement. Using a little Vaseline just like years ago I centered my cock and let my cockshead enter his ass. Slowly I began sliding in inch by inch and I kept moving deeper into him until I felt my balls hitting resting on his ass. He was right for screwing and reaching over to the nightstand I opened my bottle of poppers shoving it under his nose. Responding instantly in a matter of seconds he was pushing back on my cock and I began to hump the hell out of him. I was going to keep screwing him until his ass was stretched out like the preverbal camp whore. By morning I was using his ass like he'd been taking cock up his ass all his life.

It was the perfect setup, the classic story of an older man lusting after the younger hunk and giving his ass to get him. I wasn't finished with him yet, now I wanted more than his body, I was determined to make submissive to me, to make him really mine. We kissed and made love and I let him screw me. Then rolling him over I went down on him, remembering how many times I had taken this rod up my ass. I sucked him with a passion that I had almost forgotten about so many years ago. Gleefully stroking his balls I began to feel them tighten and as he shot his load. I savored that wonderful taste of his cum remembering how I had learned love making from this man. I'd now convinced him I was smitten with him that he was the one that was in control. Surprisingly I began to realize I still had deep feeling for his man. As we lay in each other's arms I began telling him I needed to go into town the next day on business. Kissing him softly I told him we would eat together and make love when I returned. While I was away I would pick up the fixings and some wine and we could have a special evening together.

Times and attitudes had changed now in the dunes. My first stop was Spankeys bar. It was the most notorious gay handout on the beach that the Utilities man had told me about. I half expected to find him there. It was early but as usual Lake Resort people that had the time to play. There was quite a crowd of young hot studs milling around. Pulling out a stool from the tiny bar I spent quite a while talking to the cute little hunk of a bartender. Finally told him what I needed. I wanted four or five studs to gangbang a buddy of mine as a surprise coming out party. Laughing he said he was sorry he had to work, it sounded like a blast. Turning, he called out to Ben this good-looking hunk that was playing pool. Walking over rubbing his crotch indicating he was free hot and willing for any afternoon delight. He sat when I offered to buy him a drink. Then I told him what I wanted asking if he and some buddies that wanted a free fuck that I was having a gangbang at my cottage. I went through the whole story about how he had raped me when I was a kid and I wanted to get back at him. Well it took only a few seconds but he smiled and told me he and a couple of his buddies would screw the living shit out of this motherfucker just for the free fuck. Looking down and rubbing his crotch he added, "Old Charley could use an all nighter." With that I jotted down the time and address of my party for George and it was all arranged.

My timing was perfect. I returned putting the steaks on the grill and fixing a platter of veggies, everything was going as scheduled. I'd wine chilling and everything was ready when George arrived. Leading him in I was dressed only in a little transparent apron telling him I was all ready for him. Then I suggested that he make himself comfortable. If he liked he should strip and we would play games after dinner. We had fun eating and pawing each other. Crawling over to him with a collar in my hands and kissing him I buckled it around his neck telling him I wanted him as my pet. Then when he getting use to my game I put cuffs and ankle restraints on him. He seemed to like the way things were going and I kept pouring wine for him. He was well on his way when I suggest we go to the large bedroom to play. Leading him by leash on his hands and knees I had him craw up onto the bed and lay face down. Pulling him spread eagle I secured his hands and feet. Now he began to be frightened and began to struggle. I had one more device to use on him. It was a ball gag and it would stop him from making any sounds. By now George was terrified and I had to force the gag into his mouth because he knew something was really wrong with the way things were going.

I had him all prepared and none two soon. The doorbell rang and going to answer it I saw about eight big hunks standing there. Ben, the one I'd talked to at the bar, stepped up saying a couple other guys wanted to come along and join the party. Ushering them into the bedroom they all started to hoop and holler with big smiles on their faces when they saw George' hot ass spread eagle waiting for them like a vestal virgin. The boys began throwing their clothes off in hot excitement saying he was really a great looker. It was quite a sight to see all that cock lining up to screw George, I was tempted to lay down and join him in the party. I explained the gag was part of the joke and they could be as rough as they wanted because he really wanted this gangbang. Ben just shrugged saying didn't give a damn if the guy wanted to be fucked or not he was going to have that ass. I'd set up KY, Vaseline and a big container of `Wet' and a box of Kimono MicroThin rubbers on the dresser. They could take their choice and I told them his ass was theirs as many times as they wanted to fuck him. The last thing I had to do was pour some poppers into the vaporizer to get this party off to a hot start.

George finally realized what was happing as I began taping his coming out party. I assured the boys none of their faces would appear. That's when they began to protest saying they wanted full shots and a copy of the tape for their parties. Then the rape began as each boy suited up with a rubber and plunged his cock into his ass. They all began to rape him one after the other like a vestal virgin up for sacrifice. He struggled for a while than finally after he'd taken the first round of cocks surrendered his body to them in defeat. The thicker the air got with the pungent aroma the poppers the hotter and wilder the party went. George's rape continued for hours. The boys were hotter than hell and after a few screws they even stopped using rubbers. We would stop for a while and give George a rest and they would shove ice cubes up his ass telling him to cool down and get ready for another round. After a few beers the boys were charged up and at it again. Ben asked where the bathroom was that he needed to take a leak. With a laugh I told him to just use good old George. Pulling his head up we pulled the gag out and Ben forced his cock into his mouth and began to piss.

Poor George was two spent to struggle and just began to swallow. I watched as the boys forced him to the final humiliation, of becoming there toilet. From that time on each stud needed to take a leak he would lift Gorges head and in defeat he would open his mouth to take there cock and suck them dry. He lay there now untied submitting to any an all the humiliation the boys asked of him. Each stud took turns getting his ass reamed by George's hot tongue and forcing him to lick them all over, whatever desire struck there fancy. George now began obeying every command now like the proper slave. It had taken less time than I had imagined, but I had broken this him. This handsome arrogant tease was now at my command. Finally the sun came streaming in the boys were simply fucked out. They lay sprawled all over the room limp and George lay there a broken man. Ben and the guys all left reminding me to make them a tape copy of the party for them. I promised to have it ready and have them over again for another gangbang soon. I said goodbye to them again at the door.

Going back to George I felt a touch of pity for him as he lay there listless and spent but that lasted only a moment. Rolling him over on his back and straddling his chest I pushed my cock deep into his mouth. I told him to remember how he had tricked Sammy that little boy so many years ago. Well now Sammy was getting even. As I raped his face he just lay there looking at me his eyes wide with tears as he realized who I was. I pushed and shoved and jammed my cock deep into him and when I was finally finished with him all he could do was stagger home. Standing on the lanai with my morning coffee I began to feel guilty about what I'd done. But than I remembered how he had tricked me and given me to his friend as his whore. We were now finally even. I figured George would sleep all day. I wanted to get some air. Walking along the shoreline early that morning I notice George at our spot. He just was standing there naked staring out at the water as if waiting for someone. When he saw me approaching his massive chest began heaving in excitement and his cock sprang to attention. He began waiving for me to come to come to him. Dropping to his knees then he began begging me to love him and giving him my cock he began to lick and suck on me surrendering his body to me.

He had now given him self to me himself in total obedience. Looking down at that beautiful man begging me to service him I knew in that short time I'd broken him and now he belonged to me. For the rest of the summer I continued his training to do my bidding in all things. If he hesitated I beat him and he learned quickly to obey my every command without hesitation. He must have wanted something like me in his life for a long time to respond so quickly to my training. They boys stopped over later in the month to see how things were going. I had George now naked and obedient serving them refreshment. As a final test of his complete submissiveness I gave him to them for a little party letting George be the sexual entertainment. He was wonderful, taking them and doing anything they wanted with this little smile on his face always looking up for my permission or approval. I had a great satisfaction knowing he belonged to me now and was my slave. I had to admit even to myself I still loved that man and now he not only returned that love he'd become my slave to get my love in return.

I now controlled George's destiny and I'd decided to keep one of our cottages to spend our summers in. Our lives had traveled in a true circle. I felt now George was well trained and I would be able to take him back with me to Chicago to care for my needs. I felt my life was complete now. I had my lover and everything I'd ever worked for. Now at the beginning of each summer season I would have Ben and his friends over for a party. They boys now had come to expect our little party's every summer as one of the events of the season at the beach. In fact we had built up quite a little group of boys that liked to come by for a little ass every now and then. George and I both liked to put out. Yes I can truly say that George had really changed both of our lives, now we would always be together.