Chapter Twelve.
Back on the Beach.
It was Jon who had pointed him out earlier, surfing up and down the whole beach, attached to a gay-rainbow coloured parakite. "It always pays to advertise," he had joked. Then, whilst they were having their picnic lunch he landed up onto the beach, neatly folded the shute, and with his board walked up the sand, and dumped the gear about twenty feet from the boys. He was wearing a red and blue wet suit with matching anti-slip slip-ons on his feet. He appeared to be about 16 and had curly blonde hair and an infectious smile. "Either of you have a beer?" he called as he walked over to them, with an obviously Australian accent.
"No beer, but plenty of food, if you want some," answered Jon, standing up and dusting the sand off his bum and bits. The Aussie put his right hand out and Jon shook it. "I'm Jon and he is Andy," volunteered Jon, "We're up in the Park....... and you?" "Oh, Yeah, manners ! I'm Brian, known as 'Club', also in the Park, with my folks." He looked around at the food and soft drinks cans. "Pity ya' don't have a drink!" he smiled, "Managed to get away from the folks for the day y'know." "Yeah, know what you mean. We're here on our own, but can only drink alcohol at Dinner." said Jon, knowing his cock was beginning to stiffen, but not wanting to draw attention to it. He sat down again beside Andy. "You're welcome to join us though," Jon added looking up at Brian. "Great, thanks, I don't mind it I do," answered Brian, who turned and went back for his surfing gear.
On his return, he stripped off his wet-suit top but remained in the bottoms. "Yer sure I'm not gate-crashing or anything?" "Gate-crashing?" asked Andy. "Yer, you know... two's company and all that. You know, I mean, if you two are an item, am I getting in the way like?" Jon and Andy looked at each other and then burst out laughing. "What?" said Brian, "what did I say that's so funny?" "I'm sorry we're laughing Brian, but you are not 'gate-crashing', we asked you to join us right? Secondly, yes we are an item, as you put it but you won't get in the way, and third, we brought too much food and drink down and don't want to haul it back again, so fill your boots mate!" "Great mate, don't mind if I do. Thanks." And Brian looked over the picnic spread and gathered over half of it, laying it on his wet-suit top to keep the sand off. He also took a couple of cans of Coke, which he downed one after the other, then braced himself and burped loudly, ending in one of his smiles.
"So what do you think of the Camp?"asked Jon. "Great. Nivver been to a nudist camp. The folks have when they were younger, but Christ! I thought my dick would never go soft for the first couple of days. Dad thought it was a Hoot! Mum did too but kept on shushing Dad about it. I just felt sorry for some of the guys I met. I mean, I know it's a cold country, but wow! Ain't seen dicks that small except in kindergarten," Brian rambled on, between filling his mouth with food. "And now? Have you got over your troubles?" "Sure! Except when I meet guys like you. Immeadiate stiffy, you know! Oh sorry, should'nt say things like that should I?" Jon was laughing with Andy, who asked,"So what's this with keeping your wet-suit on? You going into the sea again, or are you just scared?" "Scared, bollocks, I just did'nt want to put you off your meal!" With that he stood up and peeled the rubber suit down to his knees. His cock was as stiff as a board, about 10 inches long, uncut, and looked like an upside-down baseball bat. "That's why me mates call me 'Club'," he said. "Biggest around for miles for me age, I'm told back in my home town." He pulled it a couple of times then sat down on the sand and finished taking the suit down over his ankles.
"I take it you are gay then,"said Jon. "What makes you say that then?" asked Club with a grin, slowly, openly wanking his cock. "The gay rainbow on your shute, for one, and what you are doing now for another," answered Jon. "Well that's a yes on the para, and this is to get you up so's I can see what you've got, and I'm not being disappointed either!" said Club. "I 'pologise for my general remarks about Pom guys' size earlier." He then leaned over and gave Jon's erection a wank. "Nice to meet you, oh, and you too," he said swapping over to Andy's hard-on. "Real nice to meet two guys like you, eye to eye, so as to speak!" Then he rolled back and stretched out on his back. "Phew! I'm shagged out after all that surfin'. Bit of chop and all." He put his hands behind his head and just relaxed.
"When do you think your folks will be back, Club?" asked Jon. "Not until after 5. Mum's got her shopping head on, and Dad's paying!" answered Club, looking up at the thin clouds. "We've just about had it here, do you want to come back to our van to relax a bit?"said Jon. " That would be might fine of you. Don't mind if I do. Thanks" came back Club, sitting up, still chewing food. So they all set to gathering up the remains of the food into one beach bag, the drink into another, and the two boys' beach towels into a third. Club started to put on his wet-suit but found there was too much sand in it after he had "sandpapered his bum raw" so the fourth beach bag held the wet-suit and Club carried his shute and surf bord. They stopped of at the showers for a rinse and a pee, and then went straight for the van.
Club's van was about three away from Mr. H's, going towards the Site Shops, so after he had seen where the boys' van was, he went on and dumped his gear and left a note as to where he was, in case his folks came back early. The boys, meantime, left everything in the kitchen and headed straight for the showers, as, even though they had washed the beach sand off, they both wanted to smell nice for Club. They were towelling off in the bedroom when a knock at the door annouced his arrival. Jon buzzed the door and yelled 'Come In'. As they walked out of the bedroom into the Lounge they were met by the sight of this tall blonde in a miniscule Joe Snyder White Bulge Thong, that left nothing to the imagination as to dick length and ball size. "Neat," he said pointing with his thumb, "neat windows. You can see out but you can't see in." Then he flung himself onto a sette along the wall and asked,"Well then, what we goin' to do?"
Andy went over and sat beside him, whilst Jon sat opposite. "Tell me about yourself a bit. Nothing deep, just you," asked Andy. "Well, when I was younger I was an absolute bugger at School. Eventually they threw me out. So my folks had me seen by a Psychologist, who said that I was rebelling because 'my true sexuality was being repressed'. He then told my folks that he thought I was Gay and I was fighting against the mould that the School and everyone wanted me to fit into. I always remember my Dad saying to him 'Christ that's a relief. I thought that there was something really wrong with him'. Anyway all three of us got councilling, and this shrink told me to just be who I am and not to bottle it up, because it would'nt do no good, anyway. And Mum and Dad understand, although it is 'not the Australian way of doing things, but...'. Mind you it took the neighbours some time to get used to me, but it was their problem, not mine. And that's about it in a nushell. Do I get to suck your cock a bit now?" Andy and Jon were speechless by Brian's disclosure and it was a couple of seconds before Andy understood what he had said in his last sentence. "Yeah, sure," he said and stood up infront of Club, with his hands on his hips. "Help yourself!" And with that he waved his hips back and forward so his half hard cock swung infront of Club's face.
Club leaned forward so Andy's swinging cock beat up under his chin. Slowly it got harder and harder until Club took the base of it in his right hand and encircled the cut head with his warm, wet mouth. Andy was then in a position to mouth-fuck Club, which he did with relish. His hands came off his hips and held Club's head and he began pull it onto his knob. Jon came over from the chair opposite and knelt on the carpet between Andy's legs, taking Club's thong off and his monster thick cock into his mouth. This mutual face-fuck continued for several minutes, until Club pulled back off Andy's cock and said, "Alright, half time! Change ends!" Andy turned round, bent over and offered his pink ring to Club's tongue, whilst Jon stood and Andy sucked in Jon's cock. Again this continued for several minutes, until Club declared he could do with a fizzy drink.
Whilst Jon went to the fridge for some cans, Club showed Andy the contents of the bag he had brought over. When Jon returned he stepped on something on the carpet and almost lost his balance in surprise. He looked down to see about 9 or 10 plastic and rubber cocks of different colours and sizes. "Makes a change from Mrs. Palm and her four daughters," chuckled Club hefting up a look-alike cock that was black rubber, and bigger than his own. "I've worked my way up to this one so far!" he boasted. Jon, who was more 'house proud' than Andy, went off for some towels to put over the furnishings so they did not get stained. Andy went off into the bedroom for lubricant and rubbers. Club, when they returned, took the lubricant from Andy and after rolling a condom down this favourite faux cock, gave it a KY coat. Then laying on his back with his legs in the air on one of Jon's towels on the floor, offered his 'toy' to Jon, 'after all he is the Host'. Jon knelt down. Club brought his feet right back over his head so that his toes touched the towel above his head. He then reached round and held his cheeks apart for Jon's easy access to his sphincter. "In yer own time mate...." he said. Jon applied the head to the offered ring. Andy applied a bit more lube to the cock and Club's ring, then began a slow, slippery, standing wank, with the excess lube on his hands, watching Jon twist the big black dildo as he inched it past the relaxed muscle and into Club's love tube. "Ahh, that's a beaut! Just a bit further, a bit further, that's it! Now it's over me prostate. Just turn it round a bit, that's right. Keep on going. Have a look, I'm dripping pre-cum into me own mouth!" Sure enough they both could see the clear fluid dripping from the end of Club's uncut stiffy straight own into is open mouth. "Now fuck me slowly until I cum, which won't be long," he said breathlessly. About 90 seconds later, as Jon was thrusting in and out at a lazy rhythm, Club announced, "Here I cums boys!" They both watched as Club pulled back his forskin and aimed his cock at his mouth. As he slowly pumped his cock, ropes of white spunk squirted from the bare purple head into the open mouth. Jon stopped fucking Club's arse and simply rotated the dildo head over Club's prostate bud. Evermore spunk dropped from head to mouth until Club caled "Enough mate. Enough." Andy watched as the enlarged glans of Club continued to dribble clear fluid, whilst Jon slowly withdrew the black impaler, finally massaging the gaping, empty hole, to aid it's closing.
Then, charged with the sexual excitement that Club had generated, the boys stood over him, wanking furiously whilst kissing, until they came their loads over Club's chest and face, as he lay on the towel on the floor, his eyes shut, and a silly smile of contentment on his face. "Beats football, don't it?" he murmured.
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