Mer Boy

Mer-Boy Seth

Mer-Boy 2

by GGDC

Author's Note: This is a tale of a sexually submissive young man and of how, after a series of disappointing sexual episodes, he eventually meets his life partner. It is set eight decades in the future where STDs are completely under control, nudity taboos are almost absent from social life, and medical advances have extended the human life span to several centuries. The USA is also fully on the metric system.

It contains graphic descriptions of the male human body, of consensual sexual activity between adult males, the youngest of whom is seventeen years old, and briefly features light bondage. The use of words or terms like 'boy', 'teen', 'youth', 'lad', etc, are used to identify only gender and do not imply that the characters are under age.

If any of this would offend a reader, read no further. This is not intended for persons younger than an age where they may freely and legally select their reading matter in whatever jurisdiction that applies.

This is fiction, not reportage. None of the characters is intended to resemble any person living or dead.

It is offered for entertainment. If it manages to both entertain and to provoke prurient interest, it will have succeeded in its aim. Writing this tale has been the most fun the author has had wearing clothes in a very long time.

This tale is the second of my 'Mer-Boy' stories, each with a different protagonist, but united by an aquatic theme and an initial setting. Readers who like these stories might also try my 'Jungle Boy' stories in the Gay/Authoritarian section of the Archive or my 'Daphne Boy' stories in the Gay/Historical section or my new series 'Naked Prey', also in the historical section.

I have another series called 'Track and Field' in both the College and SF sections. Even if you don't normally read science fiction, you might like these stories. The SF element is mostly a device to put the story into a future where taboos against casual public nudity are almost absent and my pretty boy protagonists can benefit from genetic enhancement that arrests aging in the late teens for 3 or 4 centuries. It also gives these lads a supercharged sex drive. My 'Mer-Boy' tales are set in that same fictional future.

Comments and feedback welcome.

Chapter 1. The Bahamas

The sun woke the boy before the others on the schooner. They were below in the cabin, but the youth, maybe in his mid-teens by his slight stature, was stretched out on deck where he had fallen into an exhausted sleep six hours earlier. The boat rocked at anchor in a cove in one of the outer islands of the Bahamas, waves making a slapping sound on the hull of the excursion schooner. Not caring to wake anyone for fear of further demands for service, Seth Grant went to the bow to empty his bladder. That done, he got a bar of saltwater soap and pulled up a bucket of sea water for a quick bath to scrub the dried splooge off his skin. The sponge felt good on his smooth skin which was bronzed with the even tan of one who was often nude outdoors. Like many youths his age he had used a one-time permanent depilatory all over which meant he would be beardless and hairless forever, never having to shave anywhere.

It made the lines of his trim body cleaner, free of distracting body hair. Mostly he liked being smooth because it made him feel even more naked and sexy. He rather liked they way the tube of his manhood sprouted directly from his belly wall rather than from a wiry thicket. He looked better for sports too. Boys these days, rarely bothered with clothing for sports or at the beach. Most competition was in the nude anyway, except for winter sports, and that was a dying business with global warming still not entirely under control a dozen years from the end of the twenty-first century. Parts of coastal Florida where he lived were nearly three meters underwater.

It was supposed to be just Allan and himself on a romantic cruise in the Antilles. Allan was two years older, a junior at the same college where Seth was a freshman. Only 164 centimeters (half an inch under five and a half feet) and barely 53 kilos (115 pounds), little Seth was actually seventeen though he knew he looked two or three years younger. Allan was an exciting lover; Seth couldn't get enough of him. He was infatuated with his much bigger boyfriend, but Allan always liked to show Seth off to his friends, even passing him around.

Last night things had got out of hand and Seth had wound up as the bottom boy for all the other vacationers plus the crew on this voyage, his body and orifices offered to them by Allan for their pleasure. That pill Allan had given him to swallow along with three glasses of wine had left him helpless, like a rag doll as the randy males grappled his limbs, bending him into position rump in the air or on his back with his legs over a guy's shoulders or folded over with his knees by his face. Sexy little Seth, fuck toy and cum dump for anyone who cared to use him, and they all did -- at least twice.

It's not that he didn't like sex with a variety of partners, but shouldn't it be his idea? After five months with Allan, it usually was Allan's idea. They shared a garden apartment right across the street from the campus with two other students. None of them bothered much with clothing. Even on campus, many attended classes held outdoors in the nude, and their fellow students made it a point of not bothering with garments in and around the dorms. Their apartment building was mostly students too, so no one minded if they paraded around indoors or in the backyard naked. The often hopped the back fence to use the neighbor's pool. Jack their neighbor was an older man in his thirties, alone after the loss of his lover in an accident, so he had extended his hospitality to the boys, purely for the pleasure of their company and the chance to admire their beauty.

No quid pro quo was ever suggested, but several times as Allan and the others were leaving, Jack had tentatively taken Seth's arm and Allan just nodded to them saying he would see Seth later. A natural submissive, the boy allowed the older man to lead him to his bedroom for a long session. Jack was in good shape and a talented and gentle lover. No complaints there, but it was just another example of how Seth was not in control anymore of who got to play with his sexy body.

This voyage was just the latest example. Shaking his medium length ebony locks, he dove into the water and swam to the island. It was more a glorified sandbar that anything else. A stand of trees and shrubs screened one side of the small island from the other. Seth did not splash ashore right away. He swam back and forth across the cove for half an hour relishing the feel of the warm waters touching him everywhere, exulting in the strength and power of his strokes, the rhythmic breathing steadying him emotionally as it always did. Endorphins really were the drug of choice for an athlete.

Once on land he took in the view: white sands, green sea, blue sky, palm tops moving with the warm wind that rapidly dried the salt water from his skin. Seth decided to take a walk around the island. It felt primeval being alone on a desert island untouched by the hand of man. True, Seth was there, but a slender nude boy was hardly an intrusion of modernity and civilization.

The excursion on the schooner was just one of many nude vacation cruises and clothing optional resorts available these days. Not to mention nudie beach sections and sunbathing spots in public parks. Seth did not feel the least bit self-conscious about public nudity whether on the schooner or at any beach resort in the Caribbean. A sexy pretty boy like him was always welcome to prance around naked or 'en tenue d'Adam' dressed like Adam, as they say on French Martinique, one of the early stops in the cruise.

Nudity taboos were disappearing at last in America, the last holdout for prudery in the developed countries. Different attitudes, generational change, reform legislation, and court decisions essentially removed the legal stigma to casual public nudity -- in proper context of course. You didn't walk into the post office or a restaurant starkers.

Social historians gave some credit to the boys in low saggers early in the century who pioneered public displays of rear cleavage and bellies bared to the groin. Their successor generations gave up their pointlessly hot and baggy pants and shorts in favor of extreme short shorts or hot pants worn very low on the hips. Eventually the boys started peeling off even those brief garments for frisbee tossing or nude volley ball in the park, swimming at clothing optional beaches, of just bull sessions in the basement or out back, at least when their female relations weren't around. The movement snowballed from there with the clothing optional fad for young guys sweeping away the old rules and becoming the new norm.

As he rounded the tip of the island, the vegetation hid his view of their schooner, so now he felt truly alone, like a stranded sailor or Robinson Crusoe. He had read the book once, but could not understand why the Englishman had insisted on making a complete set of garments from the skins of goats. Halfway through the novel, Crusoe had sewn himself a pair of pants, a shirt, shoes, a hat and even a parasol! Why bother with all that on a tropical island with no one else around. He should have just gone naked and barefoot like Seth was now and so often at home. Much more comfortable. And why a beard in a warm climate? Seth was glad his whiskers, which had never come in anyway, was gone forever. No sex in the novel either, not even with young Friday. That was eighteenth century literature for you.

On his second circuit the island, the dark haired youth spotted a big power boat approaching the shore. A friendly wave invited him on board so he swam out the short distance and got pulled on deck. The crew was half a dozen guys in their mid-twenties except for a slim Asian youth near the bow. He and another youth were the only ones nude like Seth. The others wore Speedos or thongs, and one had on an attractive sarong. Seth rather liked sarongs; they flattered his trim rump.

"Jonathan Moore", the tall red head who had pulled him in told him. "Owner and captain of the good ship Seabreeze."

"Seth Grant, college sophomore, or I will be in September."

"Oh, I thought you were maybe fourteen or fifteen, from your height and no hair on your ... er chest." he finished lamely.

"Or my balls or anywhere else you meant." Seth smiled then explained that he was seventeen, now the age of majority. Small stature ran in the family. His cousin Drew, Andrew, was no taller though a year older. At seventeen Seth had been within his rights to choose permanent epilation, not that he had ever had much body hair except a bit of fuzz in his pits and at this groin plus a light dusting on forearms and calves. All gone now of course.

"So Seth, you must be from that schooner we spotted on the way in."

"Yes, I just had to get away for a while. Boyfriend trouble," he added.

"Has a roving eye, does he?"

"No, just overly generous about sharing ... me," Seth concluded glumly.

"I see." and all of them could.

Seth had a beautiful body, slender yet muscular, tanned, taut and toned with narrow shoulders, washboard abdominal muscles, well defined Adam's girdle, and narrow hips. His hands were small and his legs slender with veins prominent under the skin because of his low body fat. No hair interrupted the flow of its faultless lines. His sex was in proportion with a smooth cock, the scrotum the size of a large peach but with the divided curvature of a plum and held close to the belly.

Seth was gratified that his genitals didn't look all shriveled up like with so many guys. His cock was smooth not gnarly with purple veins. He still had his foreskin; the tip of his cock peeked out just enough to show his piss slit. Cock and balls were reasonably large but he wouldn't be scaring the horses. It took both his small hands to cover his erection, but only one when it was soft. Medium length black hair, light grey eyes and pretty boy features completed the ensemble.

"So you don't like the idea of being, er shared, it that it?"

"No, not that, I would just like it to be my own idea more of the time. Say, how about giving me passage back to Nassau if you're heading that way. I need some time away from Allan. That's my boyfriend."

"We will finish our cruise there in about three weeks, is that OK?"

Seth agreed and asked about paying or maybe help work the boat. Captain Moore waved that off. A little guy like Seth wouldn't eat much and they had plenty. Accommodations were tight, but he could share a bunk, couldn't he? Seth knew what that meant, but since it really was his idea, OK. No big deal sharing a bunk and himself. Nothing he hadn't done before. Nude as he was, he could hardly claim shyness. And maybe Seth could help with chores like the dishes or swab the deck?

Moore smiled at the sudden thought of little Seth on his knees pushing a scrub brush back and forth. What a sight that would be, a nude sailor boy, taut brown butt cheeks flexing, genitals dangling between his slender thighs, back and shoulder muscles rippling as he thrust forward and back. Almost like being on all fours to get his ass pronged. Moore hastily adjusted himself in his Speedos and asked if Seth needed anything from the schooner.

Seth had only some clothes on board for when they went ashore, but to heck with that, he did not want a confrontation with Allan. They really should let him know so no one would think he drowned or something. No need for anything else. The RFID chip buried in Seth's right arm was his passport, wallet, health insurance card, etc. Any standard reader could access his account information, medical records, and so forth and make transfers with a proper PIN or password from Seth or from a fingerprint or even a retinal scan.

Allan was not a happy camper, but what could he do? Seth was already aboard the Seabreeze which stood off a cable length from the schooner. Anyway the schooner's captain had a schedule to keep and intended to weigh anchor within the hour.

Chapter 2. Private Island

Over the next several days, the crew played musical bunks so Seth found himself with a different bed-mate each night. It would have seemed standoffish if he didn't allow the others to sample his charms. So here he was making the rounds again. Still they were all skillful lovers who took care to pleasure him as well as get their own satisfaction. It wasn't all one way.

The captain in particular had a way of playing with a boy's quivering member, stroking, rubbing a thumb on the head, squeezing open the slit, spreading his own pre-cum all around, getting the head glistening, slickening the helmet, slowly sliding his hand along the shaft, and thumbing his sweet spot. He kept bringing him to the edge but not to orgasm, till Seth was frantic for release. The man wouldn't let the boy bring himself off, grabbing both his slender wrists in one big hand, immobilizing them during sex till he learned his manners. When he was finally allowed to cum, shooting all over his face and chest, Johnny slicked his boy's own milky gism up on his fingers and fed it to him, letting him suck the fingers and bob his head up and down in mock fellatio.

The man was skillful in playing a randy boy like a musical instrument to bring forth the whimpers and groans and ecstatic moans that rang so sweetly in the ears of everyone in earshot, which was the whole crew. Seth was quite vocal in the throes of passion, maybe not a screamer but loud. Somehow he managed to feel a bit shame-faced later about his vocalizations as if constant nudity and the close physical contact with everyone weren't embarrassing enough.

The boy spent a lot of time on deck sunning and catching up on his reading with a borrowed book reader. He liked to stretch out prone, a posture that emphasized his curvaceous rump. Johnny Moore was always surprised how much curvature a slender kid like Seth could display lying belly down, propped on elbows with legs spread apart.

From the front, he looked so, well flat, though corrugated with rippled abs, pecs, ribs, and nicely formed muscles, but his fawn-like physique was the very opposite of the bulging muscles of a pumped up gym bunny. From the rear, the boy was all curves: the calves, the thighs, the firm globes of the buttocks, the swale of the lower back, the slope up to the shoulder blades which formed winglets on his upper back, the cylinder of his neck plus the twin spheres and tubular cock lying so enticingly between the fork of the legs.

The boy was so very pretty. You just wanted to reach out and touch him. Johnny often did just that. So did the crew, enthusiastically applying tanning oil to every inch of his lovely form, rubbing the oil into the smooth skin, touching him intimately. Seth rather liked to be stroked and fussed over, to be the center of attention, to have strong hands massaging the knots out of his muscles. And why not? Entirely nude as he was, small and smooth and hairless, it was only natural for the other males to take liberties: stroking Seth's rump, slipping the blade of a hand into his cleavage, running his hands over the boy's ribs, tweaking his tiny red nipples even fondling his manhood and stealing sweet kisses.

The crew all thought Seth's tush was the best feature, Danny Troop, for instance, like to straddle the boy's legs and use the twin mounds like bongo drums slapping them lightly to the beat of the Calypso music so popular with the crew. Ed Hartwood liked to turn the boy on his back and pretend to use his belly as a kettle drum. Others didn't bother with a musical metaphor. The boy was stretched out and naked. What use did that suggest? Seth accepted this with good humor. It was just guys playing their grab ass games, and he had the most grab-able ass aboard.

The Seabreeze tied up a few days later at a private island in the Turks and Caicos group. Otherwise uninhabitable for lack of rain, the island got its water from a small floating desalination plant. Power came from egg beater windmills that supplemented the feed from the grid among the islands whose main power source was a wave power station off Grand Turk. It was an enclave of the rich who do not want to be famous. Seth had hit it off with the Seabreeze six and especially with young Kim, though he was the only one he hadn't been to bed with.

The little Korean and Seth could relate so well because they were the two naked bottom boys on board, both younger than the others and looking younger than their true ages too. Kim was a student like Seth but studying fashion. Seth was majoring in history. Kim had spent last year in Italy and had transferred to New York for his second academic year. Much as he liked fashion, he really preferred not wearing anything at all when he could. He was sure that his sexy petite physique looked fine just the way it was. Seth had to agree, though Kim had an epicene beauty different from Seth's more athletic build. Still Seth's petite physique and delicate features marked him too as an obvious gay boy.

Seth had one of those faces that literally turned heads. Men and women did double takes and stared at him wondering how anyone could be that good looking. Like Rob Lowe for his generation. Fine features, high cheekbones, straight nose, his eyes limpid pools of grey and usually with an open animated expression on his face, the very opposite of the bored slacker look. You couldn't pass him by and not show on your face the wonder, envy, or lust in your heart.

What surprised a lot of people who met him is that Seth was neither stuck up about his looks nor was he a pretty airhead. He was intelligent and diligent as a student, an omnivorous reader, a great conversationalist and an incessant chatterbox with an insatiable curiosity. Sometimes you nearly forgot the beauty of the youth you were talking with.

The Seabreeze crew would be staying for ten days on the island at a beach house owned by the uncle of one of the young men. Seth got the grand tour of the house and of the island. No one offered him a pair of shorts or a sarong, so he went along the way he was. The wives or girlfriends in some of the other houses didn't seem surprised to be introduced to a slender nude boy tramping along the beach in the company of a couple of the Seebreeze crew, Danny Troop and Ed Heartwood. Danny just introduced him as Seth, a college student and Jonny Moore's new boy.

That did annoy Seth a bit, but he had to admit he really did look the part of bum boy for a rich man: slight of build, "skinny" some would say though he always insisted on "slender", smooth and naked, pretty rather than handsome and very young and boyish,. No point making an issue of it. He wasn't a kept boy; there was no money involved but Jonny was fucking him and Seth was dependent on him. The older man provided shelter, food, and a bed, especially with no place to buy anything on the island. It was all private residences without any commercial establishments. All of the crew had taken Seth to their beds too, sometimes two at a time. Seth was not ashamed of being highly sexed. He liked being the submissive partner, getting a big one up his butt especially when the guy knew how to play with Seth's tiny nipples and and would run the tips of his fingers over his navel and abs and belly. That really got Seth's crank turning.

The days passed pleasantly enough, good food, good company, lots of swimming, beach volley ball. The island even had a decent running trail landward of the houses. That made visiting easier than walking on the sloping sandy beach. Seth became a familiar sight on the circuit, sometimes meeting other guys out for a run too. They had access to media at the beach house so he even sent a message to his boyfriend, getting back an apologetic reply from a repentant Allan who was very afraid he was losing Seth. Probably they could patch things up when he got back but with a few changes to the ground rules. Seth wasn't going to put up with being casually passed around any more. He also sent a message to his cousin Drew, asking him to let Seth's parents know what he was up to. The news might come more easily from Drew than directly from Seth whose parents could be overly protective.

One day after a long swim for over an hour, Seth stretched out on the sand to get a bit of rest, his habit after exercise. He found it made it easier for him to bounce back, get back that fresh as a daisy look that was part of the image he liked to project. He scooped out holes for his ass and shoulders, then settled back. The warm sun and the breeze off the sea were a welcome combination. After a short while he dozed off. Jonny Moore watched him, thinking of his plans for the boy at the upcoming party. Just then a big man ambled past, a man who had his own beach house on the other side of the small island and actually owned the island. Phil Converse stopped and looked down at the lovely boy. Seth was a vision stretched out in loose-limbed X totally open and vulnerable. Phil sensed his own arousal then sat on the rail of the deck with Jonny.

"Jonny, you are one lucky bastard, he's a real beauty. I hear people talking about him as the mer-boy?"

Moore explained the circumstances of his ward's arrival on the island.

"I've heard of traveling light, but like this? Alone, no clothes or anything else?"

"What you see is what you get. Oh, you are coming to the party?" Moore asked. At the big man's nod, he added.

"Then you'll get your chance at him tomorrow tonight.

Sitting in Speedos that flattered a surprisingly trim ass for such a big man, Phil watched as droplets of sweat formed on the boy's smooth tanned skin, glistening in the sunlight. Growing larger, they broke the surface tension that had held them in place and slid downhill, collecting in the channel between the pectorals and in the hollow of the navel. He would have liked to play with the salty pool in the lad's navel, smearing a bit on a finger tip to trace a circle on the flat belly. It would be erotic to press a spot on one side of the youth's belly to let the pool of sweat drain down his hip, only to watch it slowly fill up again.

Moore explained that when Seth took his half hour rest, he wanted no distractions, no conversation, no music, not even the normally welcome attentions to his sexy body. Converse promised himself that some time real soon, he would kiss those pouty half opened lips, maybe slurp up the reservoir of sweat from his navel and kiss him or playfully spurt the salty fluid into the boy's mouth. He would fondle the boy's smooth cock and the peach size globe enfolding his masculinity. But not today. He let Seth doze.

Chapter 3. The Party

Actually the object of his scrutiny had heard a good part of their conversation. Talking about him like he wasn't there, chortling about how he would get passed around. Seth wasn't really any better off here than with Allan. Not much he could do about though. After the big man left, he propped himself on his elbows and asked about the tall figure retreating up the beach. Later, Moore assured him. Seth would likely meet him a party the next evening. Indeed.

"I hope it isn't a come-as-you-are party." he ventured hesitantly, gesturing at his nudity. They wouldn't really do that to him would they? He wasn't shy of course, but he did not want to offend or look foolishly underdressed. Why couldn't he wear a lovely sarong?

"Sorry, no sarong for you boy" Jonny Moore told him. He had already asked Kim to create something striking for Seth to wear. The next afternoon, the skipper turned Seth over to Kim who took him into the shower and scrubbed him down, then Seth returned the favor. They also gave each other a quick blow job under the shower, feeling very naughty. Then the two boys had to flush each other out, making Seth wonder whether this was a party or an orgy. The way Kim thoroughly lubed their holes in preparation seemed to answer that question.

"Close your eyes, Seth. I have a surprise."

Seth complied and felt Kim's fingers at his right ear. A slight pinch of the cartilage and the sweet smell of a flower told Seth that Kim had clipped a large flower at his ear. Then Kim put his small hands on Seth's genitals. It felt like he had slipped a rubber cock ring on him. Seth felt Kim swab his nipples with alcohol and hissed a bit in surprise as he felt the bite of nipple clamps on them. A long chain dangled between them; it reached almost to his belly button. The clamps weren't too tight but their sharp teeth meant they would not fall off or pull off easily. Seth opened his eyes in time to see Kim wiping a couple drops of blood off his chest. He also noticed the artificial fig leaf that somewhat unsuccessfully concealed his genitals.

"That's it? This is what I am wearing to the party? A fig leaf and tit clamps, and from the back I'm still as good as naked. Like there's nothing covering my ass or even my hole. What if I bend over?"

"Well me too, Seth. I'll be next thing to naked just like you."

"OK for you maybe, but I'm not someone's bum b... I'm sorry Kim. You didn't have that coming."

A quick kiss from the Korean boy showed he had no hard feelings. After all Kim did have clothes he could put on, if he wanted to. Seth didn't. So who was the real bum boy?

"Are all the guests going like this?"

"No, the guests aren't but we aren't exactly guests. The upper crusties are the guests. We are more like, um party favors," said with a wink and a roll of the eyes.

Nevertheless despite his misgivings they both attended the party. Moore had made it clear that Seth owed him big time, and this was one way to pay down the debt. Seth agreed to follow Moore's lead. The crew from the Seabreeze mostly wore handsome sarongs or loose gauze pants with a similar shirt or vest. Seth circulated among the guest having been cautioned not to sit down unless invited to, like on someone's lap. He had hands at his rump all evening, some even poking boldly into his hole to check its readiness. Seth wanted to react indignantly, but the drinks they had put in his hands had more than alcohol in them: a mild euphoric and another drug to make him more tractable and suggestible. A last rational part of his mind watched almost like a spectator as party goers squired him through the airy rooms or out onto the deck, leading him by the arm or the nipple chain.

His objections and inhibitions seemed to melt away as he chatted with the guests. At least they were not the idle rich. Most of them worked for a living, at a very high level in finance, commerce, industry, government, or in international organizations. A lowly next-thing-to-naked boy who looked more like a sophomore in high school than in college would normally not be worth their notice but they noticed Seth all right for his petite beauty.

Some of the guys seemed nice enough, drawing him out on his academic interests and background. Others liked to chat him up while they had their hands not only on Seth's ass but all over him really, emphasizing points by a poke in the belly button, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder, or running their hand along his scalloped abs. One rather gaunt genleman remarked that his chrome tit chain complimented his dark hair and bronzed skin. That was just before Seth managed to drop the thing into a planter.

Inevitably someone asked about his fig leaf. It made him look like a statue of Zeus' paramour Ganymede. Silly things, fig leaves, whether for statues or for pretty boys. They pulled it off him. So that's what kept it on, a rubber cock ring, but no that nice manhood should not be confined or concealed. Seth never got it back.

Even with ladies in the room, no one took it amiss when the men started playing with Kyle's manhood, stoking his cock to an erection. A big man behind Seth held the boy's forearms so he wouldn't be tempted to cover himself even though one of his admirers liked to squeeze his testicles one at a time firmly enough to bring a grimace to the sweet boy's face. They played with and manhandled the very source of Seth's masculinity, the source of the hormones that, as much as anything, had left a bottom boy like Seth in thrall to his lusts and to theirs.

They hadn't even taken him aside yet, but the foreplay had begun. Nothing little Seth could do now except go along. He was their plaything. Toying with a pretty bum boy was just to be expected in these circles. Social mores were getting like the days of ancient Rome when no one thought less of a virile male who occasionally enjoyed a tryst with a charming and pretty boy. There was no stigma among straight males nowadays to dalliances with boys. The active partner had the male role after all.

Decorum required the ladies to pretend not to notice when Seth's cock plumped up, started to lift off, and leaked a string of prec-cum off the tip of the head just starting to emerge from its hood.

The women knew that cute boys like Seth were no threat to their own positions as wives, girlfriends, or mistresses. Their only objection were that those pretty youths with their taut buns were hopelessly gay in orientation. Otherwise they would like to give a lad like Seth a tumble. No point though. Seth would be an utter failure as a lover for a female; he could never perform in bed.

One man snatched the flower from his ear and sniffed the blossom then the boy, saying the boy was the sweeter. Jonny Moore came along and reattached the nipple clamps, working them a bit to get a trickle of blood going, and warning him that the next infraction would earn him a good strapping. Seth didn't think he was talking foreplay either but physical punishment like for a disobedient schoolboy. Just what kind of a crowd had he fallen in with.

Several of the older men hinted broadly that they would like Seth to serve as a live-in companion; one distinguished looking man in his thirties even used the phrase 'my catamite' to describe the position he was offering. They took it for granted that a boy like him had no shame, not only constantly nude but letting people publicly handle his manhood, squeezing his balls and rubbing his plumped up cock the way guests at the party were now doing with his leaking member. Everyone knew he had been laid by the whole crew of the Seabreeze and originally had been plucked out of the sea like a naked merman or really a mer-boy.

Finally Jonny Moore took Seth by his nipple chain and guided him to a bedroom. He caught a look of sympathy from Kim before he too was lead into another bedroom. His suitors were already waiting for him inside. Unresisting, he let them lay him on the bed face down. At least they took the clamps off his tits though that hurt a lot as the blood got circulating again.

These guys were a lot rougher crowd than he was used to. Maybe that is why they took the precaution of cuffing his wrists to the headboard. It's not like he was going anywhere. He was on a private island without a boat or any way off. He wasn't just naked; he didn't have any clothes within hundreds of kilometers. He was alone and there were a dozen of them at one time or another in the room. He was just a little guy and younger too. Damn, why were they whipping his ass and his back with a belt. Why did they bend his erection painfully back from under his belly to point at his feet. When they finally put him on his back why did they slap it around and mock it. He was rather proud of his cock . Though of normal proportions it looked outsized on his small frame. Why those slaps across his face when he couldn't suck a guy off fast enough. Why club his face with their heavy cocks; just keep the damn thing still so he could get his lips around it.

He was trying. He knew he was just a bottom boy who had to take whatever they dished out. If these powerful males wanted a little twink like Seth to bend over and take it up his ass, he would, he had to, but why all this humiliation, why the straps and slaps to his ass and the swats to his tender boy cock. Why did they have to be so harsh with him? He wasn't into that kind of kink. But they were.

Seth blushed with shame when he realized a young lady was watching through the sliding glass doors as the randy men pronged his holes, the first time a female had seen him having sex and here be was getting double teamed. She could hardly miss the cum on his face and dribbling down his chin. With his slender legs thrown over the shoulders of the guy taking his ass and with another cock in his mouth, he wasn't in a position to do anything about it. Suddenly he started shooting gism out his boycock all over his own chest and belly; the clenching of his ass muscles set off the guy up his ass, and the sight of Seth's orgasm set off the guy at his mouth. A trifecta.

He squeezed his eyes shut, face burning, pretending he did not hear the young lady's squeals and laughter or her ironic applause. After all, he was still only seventeen. Sure he had had a lot of sex in the last two years but he was just a kid, not a man grown. Hard to feel manly with all that going on and you at the very bottom.

When he was totally fucked out, a big man walked into the room and asked everyone else to leave. Now what, Seth thought? Surprisingly the man released him from the cuffs and gently sponged his battered hole. Even the fingers he pushed into the orifice were gentle as they rubbed in a healing and soothing cream. It must have some kind of anesthetic in it. That helped. This guy must have a lot of experience with boys with badly abused holes. Was that good news or bad?

"I'm Phillip Converse. I have a offer for you too but not like those jobs you got offered tonight. If you're interested, stop off at my bungalow on your run tomorrow morning. It's the one with the blue and white trim."

Intrigued and grateful, Seth asked "What should I say if anyone sees me at your place?"

Converse shrugged. "They'll just figure you were there so I could jump your bones or maybe for a horizontal job interview."

Seth flushed. This sex stuff was getting out of hand. Everyone on the island took it for granted that the naked mer-boy they saw at the beach or at the party was just a male slut, likely underage and the more desirable for it, just a nobody, alone and with no one of any influence to stand up for him. Well Seth had a good mind as well as a pretty face and taut ass. He was intelligent and well read for his years and had ambitions to do something significant as a career. He did not expect to become rich and famous, but he wanted to be useful like his folks. His dad was a respected landscape architect and his mother a well-known technical writer and illustrator.

As the big guy escorted him out of the party house, the young lady smiled at Seth, shook her head slowly and asked him in a theatrical whisper. "What would your mother say, dearie?" Needless to say this touched off a deep full body blush from the mortified youth. He wanted to rush out the door, but the room was too crowded, so he had to pick his way among the chuckling guests enduring their parting pats on his rump. He did break out into a headlong run when he got in the clear and dove into the sea to wash away the cum and the shame of his intense humiliation.

Chapter 4. Metal Boy

The next day Seth presented himself at the bungalow with the blue and white trim. Phillip Converse welcomed him to the house.

Converse explained that he was a wealthy man and actually owned the island. One of his side interests was as a sort of patron of the arts finding new boys for erotic posing and videos. He thought Seth would be a perfect recruit with his striking good looks. It was the best kind of part-time work for a student. The hours were short and the pay was good, and many boys found it a lot of fun, especially exhibitionists like Seth. Posing for erotic pictures and holograms did not require actual sex except some jerking off. Converse gave him a run down on how much he might earn and what he would have to do to earn it. He would not have to depend on characters like Moore for patronage.

Converse himself had no vested interest in such commerce, being far too insignificant for a man of means such as himself. He just wanted to record and make available the beauty of pretty young males that he came across.

Seth could work in the industry for many years off and on, as he pleased. As Converse reminded him, thanks to expensive gene tweaking before his birth, a benefit of his social class, Seth would spend the next three or four centuries never aging as a beardless and hairless youth of seventeen. His folks were not super rich, but they were comfortable, even if his dad's business was off lately, and Kyle was a member of the first generation to fully benefit from the advances in the understanding of obscure structures called telomeres in chromosomes, which induced the body to maintain its physiological processes in a state of homeostasis. The gene therapy also protected him against all forms of cancer.

Converse himself got the early version of the treatment which is why his aging stopped only a couple of years short of thirty. Everyone was worried about the demographic, social, and political fallout of these trends as the end of the twenty-first century approached.

Meanwhile, the day was young. Could they have a go at it?

Seth was excited at the idea of erotic posing though not about sex videos. He certainly had no objection to a shag with the big handsome guy. Converse took him right there out on the deck. Seth was quite accomplished in the amorous arts and Converse was a strong, demanding partner, slapping the boy's ass as he drove into him. A submissive boy anyway, Seth took what was offered to him. Converse gave him one of the hardest fucks of Seth's young life. Talk about a pile driver. Round one over, the big man slung little Seth over his shoulder cave-man style and took him inside for further proceedings which lasted the rest of the morning. Seth and Converse got together a couple more times during Seth's stay.

Within the week, Jonny Moore dropped Seth off in Nassau donating a pair of shorts a T shirt, and flip flops to the cause. Finally back in clothing, Seth took a fast sea ferry to Florida. Immigration officialdom flagged his reentry because Seth's boyfriend Allan had asked that they keep a look out, to make sure this particular young American got back from abroad safely. Seth acknowledged this gesture, quite decent and thoughtful of the man he now looked on as just part of his past. Yes, it was to his credit, but their relationship would never work now. Seth had other plans.

Seth intended to earn money posing solo for nude shots sold over the web. The contacts he had from Converse paid out and Seth went to work for a well-known photographer. As Seth stripped for the shoot, the man remarked on Seth's beauty.

"My, my. I have photographed many lovely boys, but never one to match you. You are unique, my dear boy."

"Thanks," Seth laughed. "Actually, there are two of us. My cousin Drew, that is Andrew, is almost my twin only blond and with blue eyes."

That set the man to drooling, thinking of a fantastic double shoot with both of them in frame.

Seth's best pictures were his sets of poses in full body paint. He did it first with silver paint to contrast with his ebony locks and later with gold becoming the golden boy of concupiscence whom everyone desires.

The cute photographer's assistant, an effeminate looking kid named Billy, took him into the courtyard -- really a glorified airshaft outside and gilded every centimeter of skin from his hairline to the soles of his feet, with careful attention to the shell of his ears, eyelids, genitals, etc. Nor did he neglect to get in between Seth's fingers and toes. Seth stood on plastic sheeting in full view of several people at windows overlooking the activity. It is not every day you saw one naked boy gilding another.

Billy was particularly thorough when he skinned the model's sheath back and sprayed paint on the head of his handsome cock and on the inside his foreskin, even aiming it into the tiny piss slit, which he pinched open.

"Just being thorough," he muttered unconvincingly. Seth just rolled his eyes.

Billy had done a thorough job of it too. During the shoot, as Seth's cock erected, it displayed a helmet as golden as the rest of his youthful male anatomy. A theatrical throat clearing from his boss, a well known portrait photographer, and a wink from the cute assistant signaled the end of those particular preparations.

Then Seth bent over like he was submitting to a fucking, and the assistant got the spray right into his ass crack and anus whispering for him to pooch out and dilate his ring just a bit please to flatten it so the gold dusting would get into the tiniest interstices of the convolutions of his little brown pucker. Finally he stuck two fingers in and swirled the paint all around -- just being thorough again. That almost brought Seth off as the invading digits sank in past the second knuckle to hit his joy spot.

"Urk!" he gurgled. But for the gilding you would have seen him blush.

Fans later enthused that they envied the paint on the golden boy because it could touch the beautiful youth everywhere simultaneously. His metallic physique was like a sculpture caught in classic poses and some not so classic: the 'Aroused Boy' is so much more of today than the 'Dying Gaul'. As a bonus, all the byplay in doing the shoot was captured for a complimentary 'Making Of...' video heartily appreciated by the purchasers.

No wonder the photo set was so successful. Seth was photographed in many poses, some like ballet stances, others like famous scultures. There were playful shots with his hands in front of his hips, framing the genitals with the cock still limp, only just starting to plump up, with the merest tip of the head poking out from the sheath. In others Seth looked out between hands and wide spread fingers, calling attention to his pretty facial features.

Others showed his lithe torso turned this way or that or caught as if in mid stride. There were shots of him leaning back displaying the smooth sweep of his torso from hip to belly to chest or leaning forward, the curve of the buttocks echoed in the curves of the shoulder muscles. Shots from behind with arms high and hands curved down to his deltoids brought out the delightful play of the muscles in his back, shoulder, and arms. Many fans liked the shots from the rear showing Seth with hands meeting above his head, fingers spread and tips just touching. In one picture he squatted down with arms around his knees, displaying an unbroken curve from shoulders to rump to knees.

Seth's small body was flexible and acrobatic. In one pose he propped his body up off the floor horizontal, belly up, knees bent and arms straightened under him, like a human table. In another pose, his lithe body formed a backwards arch. With his feet flat on the deck and torso bent backwards, he extended his arms past the head and then back to the deck fingers pointing back to the feet, his body in a half circle.

It left the hollowed belly and hips topmost and vulnerable, head nearer to the ground, with feet and hands wide apart for stability. Muscle bundles stood out on his shoulders, particularly the deltoids and the quads. His buttocks clenched hard, the entire frame of the slender male shaking a bit till he got himself centered and steady. This was a young man full of life offering an unobstructed display of the male generative organs at the fork of the legs.

In several shots Seth played at bondage with a length of chromed chain wrapped loosely around his wrists or draped around his neck or laid between his buns with the boy lying prone. Let the viewer imagine how it must be touching his entire cleavage, anal ring, and balls just like they wanted to. Seth felt turned on himself by the touch of the metal on his anus and ballsac.

In some shots he held a votive candle in the palm of either hand, his eyes focussed on the flame. He looked at the camera too, sometimes shyly, sometimes boldly challenging the viewers to admit how much they wanted to take him, to possess him carnally. Poses showed off his shapely chest and flat belly with his well defined Adams' girdle and handsome manhood depending below.

In shots from a step ladder, the gilded boy was shown from above, looking upwards, twisting his chest and hips, arms out with candles as if in prayer, knees splayed, golden skin stretched over taut muscle and fine bones, a lovely human animal. How marvelous that he was smooth everywhere. No hair broke the visual sweep from upraised arms to armpits to chest and ribs then down to his narrow hips. He was a visual love poem, an incarnation or an avatar of physical beauty and youthful male sexuality.

Nothing human looks quite so deliciously naked as a hairless lad: in the first blush of youth; no overlay of extra flesh; no distracting and off-putting hairiness; slender limbs with veins just under the surface of the skin, not popping out grotesquely like with body builders. The slender thighs of a lad join at narrow hips, letting him strut his sprouting manhood. How lovely a boy was, a boy whose sexual history might be measured in months rather than in years. So fresh, you just wanted to reach out and hold and stroke the proud manhood he had only recently learned to put to proper use.

Some of Seth's best pictures was of his ass. A boy like Seth had a male's ass: buns with vertical sides, squared off at the bottom, with dynamic hollows and dimples in the cheeks as the boy walked and shifted his weight. The camera caught the curve of his orbs at the bottom of their sac, the fold of flesh joining them, his rear cleavage, the anus he deliberately distended to open a shadowed well into his fundament, the dimples of his taut buttocks.

Fans also like shots of Seth's arousal. A boy's arousal is inherently dramatic as his cock starts to plump up, lift off, and to rotate through all angles from vertically south to fully erect while the hidden head slides slowly and suggestively out of its sheath to stand revealed in all its manly glory. A boy cock like Seth's can take on dramatic highlights as when drop of seminal fluid forms at the tip. Proper lighting can make the small fluid sphere glisten like a tiny diamond. After a while, when Seth's cock was tumescent and horizontal a string of pre-cum depended half a meter between his legs, then curved to the side as the breeze from an open window caught it. What a dramatic portrayal of masculine arousal and on a small boyish frame too.

The photographer took at least three hundred shots at each session. Because the shoot took so long, they had to touch up his cockhead after a piss. Candid shots of all this prep work (including the stream of yellow piss arcing out of the golden cock) were also made available for download. The public really liked the shots where the teen was erect and dripping or when he finally ejaculated shooting white gism out of his silver or gilded cock onto his belly. As the light from the lamps glinted from the globs and drops and strings of gism, it hinted at the furious activity below the surface as microscopic carriers of life in their millions swam and thrashed and corkscrewed in search of an impossible consummation.

Afterwards, both photographer and assistant helped their model scrub all that paint off him and off Billy too, crowding the shower stall, sponges and brushes, and hands on him everywhere and fingers and cocks in him everywhere too. Between couplings and tickling and giggling and a lot of horsing around, he finally got clean. After the all dried off, the photographer pulled rank and insisted that only he would spread the soothing lotion over Seth's lithe form.

"Awww," Billy complained.

Seth was a smashing success as the naked metal boy, but the notoriety temporarily strained his close relationship with his folks. They looked at the web site. Yes, they admitted the pictures were artistic and erotic and not smut, but no parent likes to be so graphically reminded of their gay son's sexuality by photos of his tumescent cock spitting his seed onto his belly, seed they had once hoped he would put to use giving them grandchildren.

Still with the recent reverses in his business, Seth's father was glad the boy was earning enough to cover his living expenses in college.

Chapter 5. Drew

Even when he wasn't in training for the track team at school, Seth liked to keep in shape either swimming at the nude beach or running along cross country trails, always in the nude. Field sports had long since returned to the ancient ideal of nude competition. It put all competitors on the same footing. They could bring only original equipment to the contest. No more technological arms races like body length swim suits that helped a swimmer float and reduced turbulence and drag, or running shoes equipped with sensors and actuators, or special fabrics for cyclists to reduced turbulence and drag.

After two years on the track team in high school and one in college, the neighbors were used to seeing 'that Grant boy' step out of the house starkers and go trotting down the lane to the park where the running trails began including the long path down to the beach. Same thing it the back yard. It was only when his mom was home that he bothered with anything at all. In his own room he never wore clothing even when his mom knocked on the door. She could stand in the doorway or come in as she pleased, but he stayed bareass. After all, legally he was an adult. He did wrap a sarong around his hips when he came out into the common areas such as for dinner.

Her husband was no help at all. He rather liked the way young males these days could get away from conventional fussiness and female inspired standards of deportment. OK, maybe he himself could not be so casual about a state of undress, but he could enjoy it vicariously through his son, a boy who was the apple of his eye. As far as he was concerned, the boy could do as he liked. Seth got good grades, never got into trouble, obviously never any girl trouble, was polite and only occasionally rebellious, which was no more than his birthright really. So what if he couldn't seem to keep his pants on. He was a great kid. More power to him! Hell, his brother's kid Andrew was the same way.

Come to think of it, it wasn't that Seth couldn't keep his pants on, he never got into them in the first place, not if he could help it. Even when he got dressed it was likely only in one of those sarongs of his. He wore it slung so low you would have seen his pubes in front, if he had any, and you did see a good bit of cleavage in back, canceling out at least part of the reason for wearing it in the first place. Even then, the thin cloth wound so tight around his hips as to emphasize the tautness and fullness of his perky rump. In front, you could see the barely concealed outline of his manly organs as his walk lifted and shifted them behind the patterned cloth.

As his dad saw it, this was just about males finally taking back some of the public space as their own after a century of leaning over too far to please the distaff half of the population. You don't have to be a chauvinist to appreciate that males have always gravitated to social spaces where they could mix freely among themselves without conventional accouterments like clothing. Whether at camp, in the dorm, in the barracks, at sea, at the swimming hole, the nudie beach, men's clubs, wherever they could get away from female inspired rules of behavior.

Familiar as the sight of Seth Grant in the nude might be, the boy still turned heads every time he went by. No one could be indifferent to Seth's stunning looks, especially when so totally on display. His smooth hairless skin only accented his nudity. Like so many athletes he seemed utterly blase about his state of undress when stopped on the street for chit chat. As far as he was concerned being totally naked was his default state. Seth felt he needed a positive reason to wear clothing, failing which he went bare.

Once Seth got back from the Caribbean, his cousin Drew, just one year older, accompanied him on the trails or at the beach. The boys liked to run side by side if the trail were wide enough, not necessarily talking, content with each other's company. Their competent technique showed they must have run competitively in high school, and their overall tans testified to how often they trained or at least were outdoors in the nude.

Drew's mother and Seth's were identical twin sisters who had married brothers (not twins themselves). Except for Drew's blond hair and blue eyes to Seth's black hair and grey eyes, the boys could have been twins themselves. Their faces and physiques were virtually identical.

If one boy was a head turner, two of them took the breath away. They were a pair of lovely fauns gamboling through the woods, running at an easy pace, on automatic pilot on familiar trails, their slight but wiry physiques, bronzed, incredibly fit, hairless. As they raced along, the muscle bundles of their limbs stood out, twitching and moving under their smooth skin. Visions of youthful male beauty, a kind of kinetic poetry.

They were a striking pair, with trim, wiry physiques with surprising strong upper storeys for lads with their slight build. Not really skinny, their build was the evolutionary ideal of the lean or slender frame of man the primitive hunter who stalked or ran his prey down on the open savannah. Primitive man was a natural runner but with enough upper body strength to drive a spear into the heart of a two ton beast.

One of the attractions of running was the runner's high, the release of endorphins in the brain, inducing a state of euphoria, what runners called being 'in the zone'. That was why they so enjoyed their outdoor runs. It made them feel so vital and alive, with the sun warming their skin, the rhythmic movements and breathing, the sand flying back. It was so intensely physical. A wise man once said that endorphins were the drug of choice of the physically fit.

Sometimes they left the trails in the clothing optional state park and ran along the nudie beach. It was made of pure white sand, mostly dredged up from the ocean, with water fountains where they could refresh themselves. The rule for runner is always drink before you get thirsty. They did not try to run fast on the beach. You really cannot run all that well on sand, even the packed sand of the wave line. It has too much give, and the slope puts one leg higher than the other, which is bad for the hips.

Occasionally someone recognized Seth as the golden boy. Once when they stopped for water, an appreciative trio of three pretty youths in the skimpiest of thongs asked them:

"Guys, we know that athletics these days means competing nude. You guys seem to carry it even further. Here it is still summer. Schools out, coaches are on vacation. Yet you are gadding about without a stitch. How do your families feel about all this ... well, nudity thing? How long have you been nudists?"

"Well speaking for myself, I not a nudist. And I don't think Drew here is either. Nudists take their clothes off because it is supposed to be natural but not sexy. I don't think that is true at all. I take my clothes off, or rather don't put any on, because it makes me feel sexy. Don't you think I'm sexy?" said with a big smile.

"I'm with him." Drew said chuckling.

"Yes, in more ways than one, I'll bet, Goldilocks." came the reply.

The boys had the grace to blush as the trio looked over their trim bodies, especially the handsome genitals framed by their narrow hips. Still they should talk. Their tiny thongs barely covered and did almost nothing to conceal the size, shape, or placement of their masculine attributes. One boy's thong had no cords or straps at all. It was just a small pouch cinched around the root of his manhood. They had been swimming nude themselves and had only slipped on the tiny garments so they could sit in the cafe that overlooked the beach and have a light meal. One did not enter a dining room without at least minimal covering.

With a cheery wave Seth and Drew resumed their run, their fabulously tanned and taut butt cheeks flexing and dimpling and clenching to the delight of the onlookers. When being candid, both lads would admit to more than a touch of exhibitionism. They dearly loved being naked in public.

Actually the trio at the beach had been premature. The two cousins were not yet lovers. As youngsters the boys had been inseparable through high school though with different orientations. Drew liked the social whirl with girls: dating, parties, outings, long walks and long talks about the future. He was far from exclusively heterosexual. He liked boys a lot. Socially he gravitated more one way, sexually more the other. Over time Drew realized that his affection for his cousin had a physical component. It wasn't far from that admission to falling in love with Seth.

Drew's longing looks the last year had made his feelings obvious though the boys had not spoken of it. Matters came to head when Seth got back from the Caribbean and finally ended his relationship with Allan. The boys had just finished a swim at the nude beach and were stretched out in a secluded corner.

"Seth, is there any chance that you and I ... er, that is, could we, well, get together..." he finished lamely.

Seth sat up and smiled at his cousin, his best friend. He knew what Drew was driving at and with Allen and those rich folks and all such foolishness out of his system, he was ready to to move on, to accept a relationship with an equal without a dominant partner. Seth leaned over and pushed the older boy onto his back then kissed him. Drew broke into a silly and very boyish smile and murmured in delight:

"Oh, Seth, yes."

That was all that needed to be said.

Suddenly Drew's face was at the fork of Seth's legs, playfully mouthing his friend's limp member. That soon changed as both boys became aroused.

Drew closed his lips around the lovely, hard cock and sucked, moving his head up and down, taking his lover's manhood entirely into his mouth and throat as his lips kissed Seth's groin. Drew was a reasonably talented cock sucker for a lad who went both ways, so he had only a little trouble with Seth's considerable endowment. His hands cupped Seth's buttocks as if to pull him even deeper into his throat. His technique drew approving moans from Seth, as his penis vanished into a velvet warmth that was his friend's mouth.

Seth shifted his body to take Drew's cock into his own mouth. Now they were sixty-nining. Seth was more experienced at this so as he played with Drew, the older lad tried to apply the same techniques to his own more amateur efforts.

Drew pulled up to play with his tongue at his lover's cockhead, licking away the drops of clear fluid welling out of the tiny slit at the end. Drew gently grazed it with his teeth, tugging on the glans with soft sucks. Seth spread his legs apart and squirmed, tossing his head. When the hard member was coated and slick Seth suddenly put his hand on Drew's forehead and said to him huskily.

"Let me get on all fours. I want you to fuck me."

Seth turned and spread his legs apart, looking back, his face flushed with ardor, as Drew ran his cock head up and down his cleavage then poked at Seth's hole which was already twitching with excitement. Drew fingered the hole for a bit, getting it ready to accept his girth, then put the head of his cock to Seth's hole. This felt so right to both of them. Just a little push to get past the first sphincter eliciting a little gasp from the smaller boy. Drew pushed forward, slipping into him little by little, leaning forward, his arms supporting his weight.

He was surprised that this tiny orifice with its crinkly folds, could accept his rather impressive girth, but it did, letting him slip in up to the hilt. Their balls smacked together. When he was a deep as he could go, Drew was rewarded with a blissful sigh from his partner. He gave Seth time to get used to him, then started to pump slowly in and out. He bent down to kiss the back of Seth's neck then nipped the flesh of his shoulder.

Seth kept asking for more cock, for Drew to plant it deeper into him, to thrust harder, to fill him with cock. They fell into a rhythm, Seth raising his rump to meet the descending shaft as it penetrated his ass, using his internal muscles to squeeze the invading penis, both boys sweating profusely. They climaxed together, Seth felt his seed spurt on his belly and on the ground matched by the wet warmth filling his innermost being.

After a brief rest, they reversed roles, with Drew on the bottom. He found it new sensation, a bit painful, and incredibly arousing.

Suddenly they heard the crunch of footsteps in the sand. Seth looked up startled, still atop Drew, his cock still planted deep in the young male under him. He looked into the kindly face of a middle-aged man.

"Oh don't mind me lads. I didn't meant to intrude. My my. I didn't expect to see anything so exciting and beautiful on the beach today during my constitutional, but if you really want to shag, try the grove of trees there just beyond the dune. I used to go there myself with my lover when I was your age. Good luck boys."

With nod and an indulgent smile, the man left the boys to themselves. They did try the grove of trees on their next swim at the beach and found it delightful. The trees sheltered them from the hottest rays of the sun, the worse of the wind, which could whip the sand around enough to sting the skin, and gave them a bit of privacy, though it was still on public lands.

"Actually," Seth confessed to Drew, "one of my fantasies is to prance down a crowded city street wearing just a sheen of sweat, my manhood tumescent, sticking straight out, a string of precum hanging from the head of my cock, all purple and swollen. How terrific that would be! A pretty boy in heat, cock proud and strutting along, whirling so everyone could see me from every side. If only I had had the guts to do it for real. It would be so sexy!"

While he was fantasizing, Seth stood up and spun around to show just what he meant, his sexy body in a state of full arousal. Seth liked the way his hairless groin made his genitals look larger, though they were a pretty fair size for someone with his slight build. He looked so sexy with his ball sac pulled tight to the fork of his legs, engorged cock jutting straight out with a fleshy purpled glans shaped like an arrowhead at the end, a droplet of fluid glistening on its tip, a composition bursting with youthful male assertiveness.

"Gosh, what does that say about me. I am turning into such a boy slut these days!"

Drew laughed at Seth's naughty conceit, pointing out that if he actually tried it. He would be in such trouble. While casual public nudity was fine for sports competitions, at the beach, in large urban parks, in backyards, on hiking trails, or outdoor classes at college, there were limits. You didn't just walk down a city street starkers certainly not aroused. Seth would surely be arrested.

"Yes," Seth agreed, "I would arrested and handcuffed, then thrown into the lockup stark naked at the mercy of who knows how many sexually frustrated hardened criminals? What would they do to this helpless, luscious body of mine?"

The boys laughed at Seth's silliness, though both were intensely aroused by the imagery that came to their minds. By agreement they had held off pleasuring themselves for several days, saving it for their next session together. That led Drew to suggest a game. They would stand close together facing each other, cocks straight out as if dueling, almost touching, but it would be a psychological duel. The winner was the boy who talked the other one into coming in the shortest time without touching him. Seth was up for the challenge, since he already was up, so to speak.

They decided to call the game Shootout, giggling at their own giddiness. The rules were that it would be turn and turn, and neither boy could use the other's material. Drew won the toss and went first.

Drew spoke vividly of what might happen to pretty boys of their diminutive stature in the holding cell of jail, thrown into the clutches of hardened criminals. For starters, the brutes would give Seth the spanking he so clearly deserved for his outrageous fantasies, turning those bronzed butt cheeks a fiery red. Yes, a boy like Seth needed to be spanked hard and often and by men who knew how, spanked by men who knew that spanking was just foreplay for what he really needed: to be fucked hard, and often, and by men who knew how.

Caged, shackled, outnumbered, helpless, naked, little Seth would be turned into a sex slave, a toy for every randy brute in the lockup. Even if they didn't beat him up, poor Seth would soon find himself tempest tossed in a sea of male flesh, plugged at both ends, likely doubly penetrated in his bottom. At the same time, when he didn't have a third cock forced down his throat, the men would have him licking their hairy armpits, their sweaty chests, and their furry balls.

At that point Drew took a deep breath, realizing the he had to hold himself back. It would never do to stimulate himself so much by his own trash talk that he shot before Seth. That would make it a forfeit, and he would lose. It was not an easy task holding himself back, standing there face to face, cock to cock, drinking in Seth's extraordinary beauty.

Drew reminded Seth that hardened criminals would not deal gently with a wanton pussy boy, thrown amongst them utterly hairless, even at the fork of his legs. Small, pretty, with girlishly long ebony locks, Seth would be relegated to the status of common property, a boy bitch available to everyone for the most degrading sexual service.

There would be no tender hugs and kisses as with a lover. It would be rough, even when the brutes were not particularly trying to hurt him. Likely Seth would get his face scraped by the stubble on the faces of the manly men who would kiss him fircely, thrusting their tongues into his mouth. And who could resist that corrugated chest on the boy, those abs, those small but hard pectorals with their raised nubbins inside their narrow aureoles? The rough stubble would also scratch his pecs as the men intent on brutalizing him sucked and tugged and nibbled and bit down on his tiny red nipples.

That got to Seth. His nipples were one of his most sensitive erogenous zones. It was like his body had a nerve or a live wire that ran from them directly to his prostate or his brain. He would get lightheaded, dizzy, then heat would fill his belly. Without his even thinking about it, Seth's fingers found his nipples and started twirling and pulling and rubbing. He started moaning, closed his eyes, the pinched his nipples with his fingernails. The erogenous pain set him off. In almost no time at all Seth's outthrust cock began to spurt out his seed onto the sand. Aghast at the waste, Drew fell to his knees and leaned forward, letting his cousin's gism splash onto his face and chest. He did have the presence of mind to stop the timer, though a few seconds late.

Then it was Seth's turn. He looked Drew up and down, bending over for a close up of his tumscent cock, sticking his tongue out and almost licking it. When he straightened up he spoke of how Drew must have secretly lusted for him all this time, for the last several years anyway. Very likely Drew had peeked every time they changed clothes at the beach or in the summer cabin in the woods, or when they went skinny dipping in the creek, always stealing glimpses of Seth's round rump or the manly organs in front.

No wonder he rushed home after their get-togethers, undoubtedly to beat off. He could see it in his mind's eye, Drew stretched out on his bed, eyes closed, trying to recall every detail of Seth's shapely bum. After which he described the process by which Drew climaxed in the most graphic of terms, eyes mostly on the boy's tumescent cock as he described exactly what Drew would do with it. Since he had on occasion see Drew pleasuring himself, his description was both accurate and arousing.

Of course! Drew's secret attraction explained how assiduous Drew had been in participating in all of their track meets, to be able to catch glimpses of a front runner like Seth from farther back in the pack, his butt cheeks flexing on those long races. They both were caught on camera along with all those other naked boys, their genitals dangling and bouncing as they pounded down the home stretch. Seth bet that afterwards. at home. Drew relived each race, cock in hand, beating off repeatedly at the good parts.

And what about all those groupies? The boys who crowded around the runners to congratulate them. Fans at the meets always wanted to snap post-race pictures, with Seth and Drew wearing nothing more than a smile and a sheen of sweat. The fans especially like shots of pretty runners like the cousins all hot and sweaty, looking as they might just after sex. There the two were, almost twins, incredibly cute, arms thrown over each other's shoulders in a comradely fashion, bare hips touching, sweat dripping of their noses, chins, and most naughtily from the ivory tubes slung between their legs. Indeed as young runners, you certainly needed a degree of sang-froid to chat amiably with a group of fans all fully dressed, all focussing their attention of your physique.

Females, even those who knew Seth wasn't interested, still wanted pictures of him bare-assed naked with closeups of face, buttocks and hairless groin. Others who knew Drew might be interested in female company were even more motivated. Sometimes, in the press of admirers, hands brushed against them "accidentally" in front cupping and weighing, or in back slipping into their cracks, all of this leaving the teens acutely self conscious, especially on those occasions when their cocks responded to the ministrations and started to plump up and visibly lift off. Of course everyone was too polite to notice.

As Seth was talking, he stepped forward just a bit and lowered his hips by bending at the knees. This put the head of his own cock just under Drew's enabling Seth to catch the string of pre-ejaculate hanging from it. The clear goo mixed with the seepage from his own cockhead. As he straightened up, their cocks became joined by a bridge of pre-cum, glistening in the sunlight, a direct connection from the very portal of Drew's cock to his own.

That sight and the memories Seth had evoked were too much for Drew. He remembered only too well when it truly was his hand that 'accidentally' brushed and fondled his cousin's cock and balls. Now here they were physically linked by their mutual arousal. He felt his guts clench then he went over the edge shooting uncontrollably. Fortunately, Seth was a bit long winded for their first game and had not thought of the trick with the bridge till the last moment so Drew still took the honors. The winner got to pick where they went to eat and dance that evening, and also first dibs on the other's lad's ass, including a celebratory spanking to get the lad in the mood.

Seth's parents and Drew's saw how the boys held hands in public and spoke of themselves openly as lovers. What could they do but sigh and wish the boys every happiness as they moved in together as college roommates to resume their educations. Together they could help each other not only with academics but through the emotional ups and downs of a young male's life.

The room they shared at their men's college was airy and comfortable with cross ventilation with both ceiling and floor fans turned quietly, stirring the air. The cousins never wore clothing in their rooms and seldom anywhere in or about the dorm. In class or in the library whatever they wore was lightweight, often a colorful sarong. Like the other students they lived simply with a desk and a swivel chair plus a small chest of drawers and they shared a single wardrobe--no closets, not for so few garments.

After all they were usually nude anyway. At the dorm, training for cross country, swimming at the recreational pool, for farm chores at the communal garden, for pick up sports like frisbee, posing as artists' models for artists, and even for outdoor classes. If their conversational French class was held outdoors under a cottonwood tree, why bother with a sarong? You didn't need equipment or clothing either for debate and many other classes like seminars and discussion groups; just bring yourself. Same for yoga class, modern dance, etc.

Single gender colleges these days were much like ancient gymnasia where youths exercised and were taught in the nude. Boys could be found anywhere around the dorms or campus with computer or electronic book reader lying in the sun, stretched out on patios or decks, or just in the shade of trees as they studied for their courses.

Still, as much as nudity felt entirely natural, indeed the default state, there were times they had to put clothes on. That is when they appreciated the utility and beauty of the sarong. A sarong was the ultimate in comfort, non-binding and lightweight; some came in a sturdy tan-through fabric. It came in a near infinite variety of patterns and colors, cost almost nothing, could be donned or doffed in an instant, flattered the slender male physique, especially the rump. Unlike a skirt it draped close to the slender limbs of its male wearers, which is why the original meaning of the word was sheath. It was longer and more modest than a kilt.

You never had to worry about getting caught in the rain either. The warm rains of these regions just drained off the treated fabric. The ultimate in wash and wear. A sarong could easily be put into service as a ground cloth too. Just strip it off and lie upon on it. If you really had to put clothes on, you could do a lot worse than a sarong.

It was hard for Seth and Andrew to credit the notion that nudity in public was once a crime. What did prudes have against the human body and sex anyway? Even more inexplicably, what did they have against sexy boys? The past really was a different country.

Epilogue

Seth had learned from life experience that he was attracted to two kinds of males. Some were tall and powerfully built, big men like Jonny Moore and Phil Converse who dominated him and made his feel subservient. Sex with such men was a craving, making a bottom boy like Seth go all weak and ready to drop and worship. Unfortunately, such relationships had often turned out badly. Then there was sex with young men and boys like Drew to whom he could relate as equals. Sex with another pretty boy was a delight, exciting fun with an equal, a partner, not a master. It energized him as they both jumped into bed, easily trading roles and often engaging in sixty nine. That is why the two cousins had become inseparable.

So if a botany class found the two youths in a remote corner of the campus locked in an 'embrace', the boys responded readily to the botany professor's polite request that they desist from their lovemaking for a while so the class could pick the particular specimens they just happened to be disporting themselves among. The cousins laughed and simply rolled their slender bodies out of the way and lay in the sun while the class botanized to their heart's content. They looked so cute, like twins.

Truth was, their arousal had wilted from the ridiculousness of the situation, so why not take a break. For their part, the students were also happy to observe these two particularly fine specimens from the animal kingdom, whether at rest or in 'courtship'. Photos of their adventures found their way to the web and eventually into their class yearbook on the web.