Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 206 Message-ID: 3gc6qp$4lc@newsbf02.news.aol.com Reply-To: youngerbro@aol.com (YoungerBro) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com
I want to tell you about the first time I really did it with a guy- I was 17, and I had gone to visit my cousin who lives in Corpus Christi, Texas. He was 19, and a pretty cool guy, and he took me out to a beach party on Padre Island. We went out to the beach around noon, and set up a tent and the coolers. I didn't know what to expect, except that I hoped I might get laid. There would be lots of beer, and lots of girls. For a while all the guys played volleyball, and drank a lot. My first surprise was that the girls were all wearing bikinis, and all the guys stripped down to their jockey shorts. They started in cutoff jeans, like me, but pretty soon those disappeared, and then it was all underpants- some white, but mostly in colors, and some really brief, hot looking bikini-types. I didn't want to be an odd man out, so I quietly unbuttoned my cutoffs and stripped down too. I was a little shy but I realized that no one would notice my my plain white jockeys; it was kind of a turn-on, though, and I really wished that I had some of the nylon kind My cousin was wearing a pair of snug white nylon briefs that didn't exactly show through, but you could see that he was really hung. He went swimming, and you could see right through them when they got wet. I hoped I could borrow a pair from him soon!.
I was curious to see the guys in bikinis. I had seen plenty of guys naked, but this was different. I was a jock-type high schooler, and spent the usual amount of lockerroom jockstrap time-with a lot of lockerroom kidding around, but these guys were showing off! I had never seen guys my age be so open about sex. They were obviously hot and horny, and planning to get laid. The girls were mostly sunning or some playing volleyball. I think they were all making plans for later. Anyway, we played volleyball, drank, and swam a lot. Sometimes one or two of the guys would take some time out and lie in the sun- usually a girl would put some oil on him. I got hard watching two of them go at it, and when they finally went back into the dunes, I had to hit the surf for some cool-down time. One of the times in the water, a couple of the guys tried to get my underpants off- they got them down around my ankles but I managed to hold on- I really got excited as they did that, and was glad that the water hid my cock as it started to get hard- I didn't think anyone had seen. (wrong) I thought it was my imagination, but Jake seemed to hold on and do a lot of grabbing. He was really trying to get me naked.
All afternoon there was a lot of sex talk and showing off- I could tell that most of these guys had had a lot of sex by the way they showed themselves off. I didn't think that I could ever strut around the way they were. Most of them were nearly naked, and they were really getting off on it. As it began to get dark, everyone started making out. I could see a lot of groping going on. A small bunch of us went in for one last swim, and it was then that Jake was really obvious about trying to get my jockeys off. His hands were all over me as he grabbed at my underpants, and I knew that he grabbed at my cock on purpose more than once. He was fun about it, though, and as I grabbed at his shorts in retaliation I got a pretty good handful of his dick too. It was pretty big, and maybe a little stiff. Finally we were the last guys to be horsing around in the water, we both fell into the surf laughing with our underpants around our ankles. I was glad it had gotten dark, and as I tried to stuff myself back into my soggy jockeys, Jake came up behind me and gave me a pat on the butt. "Good time, man" he said. and that was just the beginning.
When we got out of the water I went to sit down by the fire to warm up. I only had a small towel, though, and I was kinda cold. Jake came over and sat down on the log beside me and offered to share his big blanket with me. I was cold, so I snuggled under it with him, and he stretched it over my shoulders. In a few minutes, I felt his hand slide in around my waist- it was warm, and I was cold, and I didn't say anything, or even think anything except that it felt warm and good. Pretty soon, his hand had slid down and was resting right at the waistband of my damp jockeys. For a while it just sat there, but when his fingers began to trace warm circles on the cotton fabric, I realized that this was not just an effort to keep warm. Then his fingers went up to the waistband and started to creep down in. I suddenly became aware of our extreme closeness. I could hear his breathing, and feel his chest expand. I could feel his leg in contact with mine, from his soggy briefs right down to his ankle. I could smell the salt on his skin, and the sunny smell of the coconut oil he had used earlier. He moved a little and I felt the stubble on his chin brush my shoulder. He shifted his left arm so that it rested across his thigh, with his fingers resting lightly on the inside of mine. It gave me a quiver in the small of my back, and I began to feel the warm tension of an erection growing in my crotch. I knew then that I really wanted him to do more, and by way of a signal, leaned in a little closer. My arms had been tucked in close to my chest to keep warm, so I stretched a little, and then slid my left hand out along my own leg, then just put it down on his knee. Real cool, I thought! It was the most intimate move I could think of at the time. Pretty soon, his right hand had slid all the way under the waistband of my jockeysand he was rubbing whatever he could reach with his fingers. I didn't really know what to do. I put my hand on the inside of his thigh, and inched it around a little. Amazingly, I still wasn't exactly certain if he really meant to be turning me on, or whether he wanted me to do anything back. I decided to risk it all- I was really horny, and I'd had some beer, so what the heck. I reached over and slid my right hand up the inside of his thigh towards his crotch and very quickly discovered a huge hard on inside his bvd's. As soon as I touched that, he knew it was ok, and he started to move in and touch everywhere he could reach without too much fuss. He quickly found my hard on, and massaged it through the thin cotton. I'm circumsized, and the held the round head of my cock between his fingers and rolled it around like it was a ball of clay. I could only lean my head back an let out a long, silent sigh; I couldn't get any stiffer! He massaged and squeezed, and hooked one finger around and inside the elastic leg opening, and started to reach up inside with one, then two fingers. He leaned over as if to whisper in my ear, I felt his stubble on my neck, but instead of words, I felt a warm tongue touch my earlobe, and teeth taking a small nibble. His breath was hot against my neck, and his tongue warm inside my ear. We were both very hot, and were about to get down to some heavy stuff right there. The blanket had hidden our activities so far, but we both wanted more. He pulled back, though.
"We have to be cool," he said, "meet me on the other side of the dune in
a minute or two- make it look as if you're going to take a leak."
" With this hard on?" I thought. I was in a daze, but as soon as I could, I wrapped my skimpy towel around my waist trying to hide my huge hard-on, and wandered out around the dune. The moon was bright, and the shadows were dark. I finally saw him in a shadow with a moonlit dune behind him. He had peeled off his wet underpants was standing naked, waiting for me. I could see his shaft, white, but dark in the shadow, silhouetted against the moonlit sand. As soon as I got up to him, he hugged me and ran his sandy hands up and down my body, grabbing my ass and grinding his crotch into mine. Finally we realized that this wasn't a good spot; we ran back through the dunes to where he knew we wouldn't be disturbed. We climbed up the back of a big dune and found a little hollow spot. He tugged at my underpants and they were off in a second. Then he pushed me down onto the sand, and started running his hands all over me. Suddenly, his mouth found my cock. I really had just expected him to jerk me off, and I was unprepared for the sensation of heat that closed around my shaft. His rough tongue almost hurt as it circled the swollen red head, and when he licked at the underside I groaned quietly. "Shhh" he whispered, "almost there." Again he took me all inside, but this time his head began to bob up and down, sucking as he pulled back, breathing hotly as he went down. My hips pushed against him and I felt the inside pleasure signal that told me the end was near. In moments I was spurting pleasure.
All the time he was doing that to me, I was trying to jerk him off, but I wasn't very good- It was really distracting to have his tongue running up and down my dick, his hands grabbing everywhere, and me trying to do something else. Anyway, when I finally shot off, he was pretty close coming too. When I was done he lay back on the sand. "OK, your turn," he said, and he held his cock up for me, as if it needed any help. He had the stiffest hardest cock I could have imagined. It was like a wooden dowel- perfectly straight, with a large round circumcised head. I took a moment to look at the rest of him in a way that I hadn't been able to before, with everyone around. He had such a good tan, that I could clearly see the white skin that was hidden from the sun by his briefs. His smooth muscled stomach was slightly ribbed with just a little ridge of a waistline. His upper chest had strong pecs, that showed clearly in the shadowy moonlight. I reached out and rubbed my sandy fingers across his nipples. They were dark in the moonlight, and felt hard, like bullets. I didn't know what else to do, so I slid my hand down the hair of his belly and began to jerk him off. His cockskin slid up and down easily over the solid core. It felt like silk. I delicately touched the head; it was smooth hot velvet. As I went over the top with mi finger, I felt a drop of wetness.
Jason moaned quietly. "C'mon," he said, "you can do better than that," and he reached his hand up to my shoulders and pulled me down towards his cock as he thrust his hips up at me. "I know, it's new, but it's the hottest thing you'll ever do." His hand could just reach my dick, which was still stiff, and he began massaging just the head with his fingertips. He felt my tremble of excitement, and sitting up, he turned around on the sand so that his legs were apart, on either side of me. I was between his spread legs now. He centered me with his hands and focused my whole body on his cock. With his hands sliding up my thighs, over arms and up to my shoulders he led me to him. I stroked my fingers up and down his cock, pulling myself closer and closer to it. His hands were on my shoulders, pulling me down, not forcing, just urging me towards his shaft. Finally, my curiosity and horniness won out over my fear (of what?)and I opened my mouth and took a little taste, just a little lick. When it turned out to be ok (a lot more than ok actually) I circled the red head with my tongue and took the whole thing into my mouth. It was a little sandy, but salty and hot.
"AHHH that's the ticket" he said, and he leaned back on his elbows, watching me take him in. Now having started it, it was only a moment before I took him all the way in. He collapsed back on the sand, and, bringing his knees up just a little, pumped his cock into my hungry mouth. Although I had never done this before, I knew that sliding my lips along his shaft as I sucked and pulled back, and swirling my tongue around the swollen head would be just what he wanted. I tried to do what he had done for me. From his stifled moans and the quickening pace of his hips I could tell he wasn't far off. As I took him in as far as I could, his curly p-hairs tickled my nose, and I used my hand to smooth them out of the way,. With my other hand I cupped his balls and held them as I gave them a little tongue action, too. His strokes became frenzied and I felt his stomach tense and very soon he was pushing hard as he arched his back and pumped his sweet sauce into me.
He had came fast. too. It seemed like hours of pleasure, but we were both so horny that it all didn't last more than 10 minutes. As he caught his breath, I crawled up next to him, and curled up with my hand across his chest, cupping one of his nipples, circling it with one fingertip. His outside arm went across my shoulders, and his other hand found its way down my belly where his fingers gathered up my softening penis and tender balls. We held each other and looked up at the stars. We were still, and it was quiet for a long time, but then his hand began to move just a little, and I remember thinking that there was no way I'd be able to get it up again after the orgasm I'd just had.
"Was that your first time?" he asked.
"I've had a lot of firsts today," I said, "but that was the best one!
"Wow, I'm surprised you haven't done it with Brian. He loves this."
"Brian? My cousin? This?" I was astonished to think that my macho cousin was into this.
"He's pretty quiet about it, but he likes to this a lot. Ask him!
"I couldn't do that. Besides, I'm no good at this."
"You did it like an expert," he said. "I can't wait to see what you do with a little practice."
"Practice?" I said "you mean I have to work at this?"
"Oh, man," he said, "there is lots you can learn. You can take a guy up to the edge and then just hang him there until he explodes"
"How?" I asked. As I said that I realized that his hand been busy, and I now had a substantial hard-on.
"Like this" he replied, and he shifted himself on the sand so that he was crouched over my midsection. "Just lie back and learn" he said, and I could see his smile in the moonlight.