BEACH TALES by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 written on October 23 rd 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Brian
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"BEACH TALES" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 2 - MY DEAR DIARY...
The boy carefully chooses the place out of town, beyond the last houses, far enough from the main road - a small sandy stretch half hidden by bushes separating it from a narrow strip of uncultivated land and farther on, the fields climbing in a slight, gentle slope towards the hills. He looks around. Yes, this small deserted beach is the ideal place. He puts down his travel bag, pulls out a large beach towel, the small radio which he switches on, then leisurely undresses. He carefully folds his clothes and puts them in a heap on his bag-his T shirt, jeans, and briefs. He takes out his sandals and, finally completely naked, he lies down to sunbathe
The radio broadcasts rock music. He likes this music, as do the majority of teenagers like him. He breaths in the sea air and slowly passes his hands over his chest. It is really good lying nude in the sun, in complete freedom.
After a while he turns onto his belly to tan uniformly without burning his skin, which shows a nice beginning of tan. This is not his first seaside day. He is going south, down the Adriatic Riviera. He sleeps in the Youth Hostels or even in the open, and each day he lies on a different beach. He always chooses them carefully, isolated and lonely, having the ideal characteristics to practice integral nudism as he likes.
He turns onto his back again. The hot sun and the light breeze caress his lean and almost hairless eighteen-year-old body. It is a beautiful sensation, rather more than pleasant. He lightly scratches his soft member lying against his thigh, and then puts his arm back under his head, crossed with the other arm like a pillow.
Time passes slowly, but he is not in a hurry, he has all the time he wants. He feels pleasurably relaxed. He takes the Coke bottle from his bag and drinks a couple of sips, then puts it back, taking care the bag is in the shadow. He takes a glance at his watch and lies down again closing his eyes.
From time to time he turns, now on his back, now on his belly. The radio broadcasts the eleven AM news as he absently listens. Then his preferred music program starts again.
Suddenly a shadow crosses his eyes. He looks up. Four young men around twenty years old are looking down at him. From their clothes it is clear that they are locals, almost certainly farmers. He didn't hear them arrive. The youths look at him from head to toe.
"Hallo!" one of boys says.
"What are you doing here?" another of the youths asks, though in a curious but non-combative tone.
"I'm sunbathing." Antonello answers with a condescending tone.
"And you do it ... stark naked?" another of the youths asks?
"Well, what's wrong with that?" the boy asks quietly, sketching a friendly smile.
"What's wrong, he says." that youth repeats to the others, "He is nekkid as his mother made him and..."
"Well, Michè, why don't you take the sun naked? Are you be afraid to burn your dick?" the first asks.
The other two laugh and the third says: "Yours, Flavià, will not burn even if you put it on the fire, right? Yours is always like stone."
"You gotit, Rino. Rather, do you know what I say? I'm almost tempted to take it, so nekkid! Say, Mario, are you game to take it?"
"Weeeelll... yeah, I'd like that... hey, guys, what do you think? Will we take it, all of us? Here nobody can see us, right?"
"Are you bothered, if we get naked too?" Michele asks the boy.
"Of course not. Anyway, this beach is not private, is it?" Antonello answers with a smile.
Michele is the first who starts to undress, and soon the others follow suit. The boy looks at them. They are all naked, now. Nice bodies...
The one called Rino asks: "Hey, what gives! Are you looking at our dicks?"
"Well, what's wrong with that? We are all men. There is nothing to be ashamed of, is there?"
"Yes, Rino, he is right, you're starting to act the shy one, now!" Mario retorts to his friend. Then, turning to the boy asks, "What's your name?"
"Antonello," the boy answers, turning onto his belly.
"I am Mario, he is Flavià, he is Michele and that one is Rino."
"It's a pleasure..." the boy says looking them up and down.
"The pleasure is ours..." Flaviano says with an expression half amused and half sly.
" Aren't you bothered if we look at your body?" Rino asks him, crouching in front of him.
"No, why? What's wrong with that?" the boy answers.
"Did you hear?" Rino says. Mario kneels at Antonello's side, Flaviano sits at his other side, then Michele sits astride on Antonello's legs, putting his hands on his buttocks.
"Look what a nice little ass, fellows!" Michele says kneading it.
Antonello jerks in surprise and turns to look at him, astounded: "Hey, what are you doing?" he asks in alarm.
"Well, what's wrong with that?" Michele answers mimicking him, and continues to knead the buttocks while the others laugh.
"Come on, stop it! A joke is fun when it is not carried on too far..." Antonello says, frowning.
Rino touches him on his shoulder and as Antonello brusquely turns to look at him, he finds his face in front of the half hard cock of the youth.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Antonello reacts with a surprised start.
"Why don't you lick it a while? It is even better than ice cream, you know?" Rino says pushing his groin toward the boy's face.
Antonello brusquely turns his head. "Come on, stop this bullshit, now! Stop it, you guys..." he says in an annoyed voice.
"But why? What's wrong with that?" Rino says scoffing, taking the boy's head between his hands and forcing it towards his dick, now fully erect.
Antonello wriggles, but Flaviano sits on his back and holds him fast, while Michele spits on his ass hole and slips his turgid rod between his buttocks. Antonello shouts, kicks, but at once Mario holds his ankles fast with his strong hands, spreading them.
"Come on, stop that..." the boy begs.
"Why? What's wrong with that?" Michele jeers at him again while spreading his buttocks and wetting his hole with saliva some more.
"Oh god, no... you aren't going to do it really..." Antonello moans.
"Oh yeah, we are! Lick it, go on, suck it!" Rino answers him with a lusty smile, brushing his hard muscle on Antonello's lips.
"Careful or I'll bite it if you don't go away!" the boy says worked up.
Flaviano, still seated on his back, puts his hands around the boy's neck squeezing lightly: "Suck it, Antonè, or I'll throttle you" he says harshly, "Be careful, I'm not joking!"
Antonello hesitates, but then opens his mouth. While Rino pushes his fat prick inside his mouth, Michele impales him with force, wedging his dick into his ass with all his strength. Antonello moans, groans, and Rino's rod reaches his throat. Michele and Rino start to pump inside him, almost in unison, one in the back and the other in the mouth.
Flaviano sneers when he feels that Antonello stopped to wriggle: "Hey, he understands that there is nothing wrong... So then, later it,s over to me and Mario, right? Eh, Mario? Tell me, what would you like best, thrusting yours in his mouth or ass?"
"Bah, I don't know..." Mario cheerfully says, "How's it, Rino?"
"He sucks, he sucks! Not bad at all, believe me!" the other answers.
"And you, Michele, how's it?" Mario asks the other.
"Good, tight... and hot!" the youth answers continuing to mount Antonello with vigor.
"Well, Flavià, as you make me choose, I'd rather fuck his little ass. Will you content yourself with a blow job?"
"Sure. Anyway he will drink all of it, right Antonello?" the youth says menacingly caressing the throat that he still holds between his strong hands. Antonello vigorously nods in assent, continuing to suck the tool that Rino joyfully hammers into his throat.
When the first two unload themselves inside the boy, the other two take their places. All the time the four youths exchange lewd and gross quips. Flaviano and Mario also give vent to their yen with evident pleasure, thrusting their rods vigorously inside the boy at both his extremities. Then they too come, filling the boy with their strong jets.
Then they get off the boy, who remains still, silent, panting on his crumpled beach towel. They dress, exchanging amused witticisms and they go away, merrily talking and laughing. Antonello remains still for a long time after they leave.
When the voices of the four youths fade away, Antonello sits up. He gets his bag, takes out paper towels with which he cleans the come from his own member that is slowly deflating and from the beach towel. Then takes out a small thick copybook covered in green leather, opens it, and using a ball point pen writes:
"My dear diary, today I managed to have sex with four nice, big farmyard boys, all four together. So I've reached a quota of eleven, including the one who gave me a ride on his bike. They are really naive, these country boys. If I asked them to have sex with me, I risk them getting rough and they might break my face. But if you just awaken their yen, and if you make them believe they forced you... It's just enough they don't suspect you desire them. It's enough you pretend you don't like it...
Today I chose the right beach again and came here so that four big farm boys sitting on a low wall along the path, noticed me. They looked at me while I was making my way amongst the bushes. And after a while, they came and, seeing me stark naked, they got aroused and jumped on me. I loved the one named Michele - he mounted me like a young bull in heat, making it feel really good. Then there was the one called Flaviano, who had a tasty cock and took a good while to cum. He also had a nice taste, he never stopped cumming and I almost had trouble not losing even a drop of his tasty nectar.
Well, now I'll go to look for another beach, or possibly a nice green meadow, hoping that another nice fish will take the bait... These countryside big boys do really fuck godlike, there is no doubt!"
Antonello puts away his diary, stands up and dresses with a satisfied smile.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3
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