This story contains acts of a sexual nature between two males. If this offends you or you are not allowed to read such literature where you live, then go somewhere else.
New Friends At The Beach Part 1 by Banky Edwards
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It wasn't typical of me to be drunk the night before I had to go to work, but it was what was happening. I sat, trashed and incoherent, on a stranger's porch playing some random drinking game. I laughed and threw out my cards, hoping not to become the `Asshole' as the game was so eloquently named. He was sitting to my right, arguing with Wes, one of my coworkers.
There were eight of us: Wes, Ricky, Brett and Erin all lived at the house. Janel, Tasha, Alissa and myself were the guests. We had come under the pretenses of escorting Wes to a work party, but ended up staying at their house, drinking and generally being idiots. It was fun, seeing as I had just moved into the area and didn't have many local friends. Miller High Life was being passed around like candy, so I took my share. It was the beer that started it all.
Wes was a nice guy, but not necessarily my kind of guy. Ricky was a little thick around the middle, if you know what I mean. Erin. well, Erin was a girl. Enough said. But, Brett. Brett was perfect. He had short, buzz-cut brown hair, light brown eyes and a charming smile. When I first saw him, he was wearing a t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. Not the most impressive outfit, but good enough. He wore no shoes and no socks, baring all as he sat out on the porch downing beer after beer. I introduced myself politely, under the guise of being another random straight male.
But, I wasn't. I was definitely a fag. I liked guys. But, to come out and say that wasn't in my game plan. After all, that wasn't the way to make friends, was it? "Hi, my name is Jackson and I like boys." No, not in my game book. So, I hunched my shoulders, lowered my pants and talked about pussy like it was the best thing in the world. That would get me in.
My disguise didn't fool anyone, though. After the conversation about gay vs. straight porn, I was wide out in the open. I didn't know it though, so I continued pretending, every once in a while stealing glances at Brett. His slack pants did nothing to hide what he was containing and I didn't mind at all. After all, what kind of fag would I be if I didn't steal a glance every now and again?
"You want another?"
I looked up from the planks of the porch. "I'm sorry?"
Brett signaled to my empty bottle. "Do you want another?"
"Oh! Sure,"
He disappeared into the house, nudging the dog aside and leaving me with the rest of the group. Wes looked up from the conversation, noticing a rather dangerous sway of mine. "You doing all right over there, buddy?"
"Fucking fantastic," I laughed, feeling giddy for no reason. Wes laughed, too, probably as drunk as I was. As a matter of fact, we were all fucked up, with the exception of Alisha, who would be driving Jenel and Tasha home. I would probably go with them, seeing as I was in no state to drive my own car home. I would simply have someone drive me over after work and pick it up the next day.
A sudden full feeling hit my lower stomach. "Bathroom?" I asked no one in particular. No one in particular heard me, so I hopped down off of the banister and swerved inside, tripping over the dog. "Freaking animal," I muttered under my breath. I picked myself up off the floor and found myself face to face with Brett. I cut him off before he spoke. "Bathroom?"
"Right there," he grinned, pointing to the nearest door. I slid past him into the room and let loose immediately. I let out a loud laugh, enjoying the release. When I finished, I flushed, washed my hands and opened the door. If I hadn't relieved myself thirty seconds before, I would have pissed my pants as I opened the door. Brett pushed me back inside the small room, closing the door behind us and turning the lock. "Jackson, let me ask you something,"
"Yeah?"
"Are you gay?"
I nodded, not bothering to lie anymore. Brett nodded, thought for a second and then placed his hands on my shoulders. I wasn't aware of the pressure he was putting on me until I found myself kneeling on the floor in front of him. If I sat back, I would be eye level with his now tenting pants. In the back of my mind, I was vaguely aware of what he wanted me to do. I was also aware that I had meet him all of three hours prior and that he was straight.
Whatever.
I gently placed my hand on his crotch, feeling the hardness underneath. Brett sighed and put his hand on my shoulder, encouraging me. In my chest, my heart was beating a mile a minute. I was by no means a virgin, but I had never engaged in any sort of sex with a straight guy. On top of that, there were six or seven people sitting less than twenty feet from us. It was scary and exciting all at the same time.
I massaged Brett through his pants for a few minutes, working up my nerve. I finally composed myself enough to slide my hands under his shirt, moving it upward. He took the hint and removed his shirt, throwing it on top of the sink. I kissed his abs, but he wasn't interested in that. He placed my hands on his pants, but let me do the rest. I glanced up at him cautiously before taking a deep breath and slowly sliding his pajama pants down.
The first thing I noticed was the slight change of color in the skin. Brett was a sort of golden- brown mostly. But, down here, his skin was a few shades lighter, although I could tell it still got sun. Second, I saw that he trimmed his pubes, which was nice. Finally, my prize came into view and what a prize it was. Brett's dick pointed almost straight at me, staring me down. It was about eight inches long, thick and cut. I was in love.
Before his pants even reached his ankles, I took his cock in my mouth. Brett cursed loudly, fingers gripping my shoulder, and thrust even further into my mouth. It seemed that I could feel every vein, every curve on my tongue. The flare of his head hit the back of my throat and I opened up, allowing him to slide all the way in. I felt his body shudder above me, but he made no sound. My nose was buried in the thin layer of his body hair, allowing me to revel in the smell of his body.
I pulled back, taking his cock in my hand and licking the tip. Brett let out a low growl, lifting onto his toes. "Yeah." he sighed. "Suck my dick." I didn't have to do much of anything, actually, because Brett began pumping his hard dick in and out of my mouth, balls swinging haphazardly. He moved his hand from my shoulder to the back of my head, holding me steady as he fucked my face.
"Brett? Are you in there?"
He stopped moving, as did I. Erin was outside of the door. "Yeah. Why?"
"Have you seen Jackson?"
"He's right here," he said. "He's a little sick, so I'm making sure he's okay,"
"Oh, okay."
There was a period of silence where Brett and I sat in that position waiting for any other sounds. When we heard the patio door open and close, he resumed sliding in and out. He began moving faster, his balls banging my chin with every thrust. As much as I liked that, I leaned back, letting him slide out of my jaws. I took his dick in my hand, jacking him slowly, and moved lower. One at a time, I sucked his low, heavy balls into my mouth, slathering them until they were completely wet. Apparently, Brett liked that. He groaned obscenely, trying his best to keep his volume down, all the while trying to force his nuts into my orifice. It was hot, needless to say.
Brett pulled one leg out of the bundle of clothes around his ankles and placed his foot on the toilet, giving me the room to suck both of his clean shaven balls at the same time. He clutched my head, pulling me up into his crotch, as if I could be any further in. After a few minutes of this, he yanked his balls out of my mouth and roughly crammed his cock back in, all the way to the hilt. He still held my head, pounding in and out now. I moaned around his dick, loving the feeling of this beauty's rod in my throat. That moan was the last straw for Brett.
He began shooting down the back of my throat, so I leaned back, leaving only his swelling cockhead between my lips. The remainder of his shots hit the roof of my mouth and tongue, giving me the pleasure of tasting his salty load. Brett gripped my hair, panting heavily as he convulsed. I stared at his face the entire time, knowing that I had been the one to give him so much pleasure. I swallowed and let his dick fall free from my lips. "Holy fuck," he gasped. I felt the same way, but I didn't get the chance to tell him. It seems that swallowing wasn't the best idea because, as soon as I had, everything came back up. I managed to spin around and plant my head in the toilet before it happened, but it was still a buzz kill. I don't know how long I hurled before I blacked out, but I do remember Brett massaging my back kindly.
I told you he was perfect.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's Chapter 1! Chapter 2 is already done and will be up as soon as this one is up! Let me know what you think: MoonDawgy99@excite.com