CHAPTER 1—HOW IT ALL BEGAN
It started for Remmi and me that day at the beach when we were both 14. We had jerked off together before that. That started that day with my sister and her friend, and then again two weeks later with my brother and that girl. (Remind me to tell you about those things later.) After that we'd do it up in my room when he came over. Once we did it in the back yard at night.
But we never touched each other until that day at the beach. It all started then. And five years later, it's never stopped.
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We live at the beach, and both Remmi and I love this place. We don't live on the beach; just at it. My house is about three blocks off the beach and his is about the same. He lives 7 blocks north of my house, so on bikes we can get to each other's houses in just a few minutes.
The beach is a great place. I love the water and the sand and finding things that wash ashore. There are a lot of people who come here on vacation. They stay in one of the hotels or rent a vacation house. My dad says some of the older houses are built too close to the water and a storm will sooner or later wash it away. That's happened to some of them, and they end up looking like a pile of sticks when it's all over.
So being here during a hurricane isn't great, but our houses are far enough away from the beach that we don't have much damage, if any.
Remmi and I actually met just before we were born, if you can believe it. Both of our moms were at the hospital in the same room at the same time getting ready for us to be born. His mom was ready first, so Remmi was born just before midnight. I was born three hours later, but it was the next day by then. So he likes to keep reminding me he is a day older, although I know better. Three hours isn't a day, but he still likes saying that.
While our moms were in the same hospital room together they became good friends and a few months later started a business together. They plan weddings for people who want to get married on the beach. They get the flowers and the food, and chairs and tables and tents and whatever else people need. They even know who to call to marry the couple. They know a couple of pastors, a priest, and a rabbi. I'm not sure what they do if someone from another religion wants to get married, but they'd figure it out. Sometimes people have their own pastor to marry them, and sometimes my mom asks the pastor from our church to do it. But they take care of everything and people say they're the best on the beach if you want to get married.
My dad owns a yacht, the best one around. It's really big and he can take a lot of people. He has all the fishing tackle people need and brings bait and knows just where to take people. His fishing trips cost more than the others around here, but his boat is better and he has everything they need. He has a guy who works for him who can cook lunch for the people or serve them beer or whatever they need. (Dad limits people to two beers for the day. He says he doesn't want people getting crazy out in the ocean. I took one of his beers once and tasted it and it was nasty. I decided then and there I'm not doing alcohol. Ever. Our family knows a couple of friends who lost a husband or a teen son who was driving drunk. The way I figure is that I don't need it. The same for drugs and cigarettes. God's given me a great body and I'm keeping it healthy if I can.)
Once a year our family from all over comes to the beach and Dad takes us all out on the ocean for the day. He lets us jump in the water if we're wearing lifejackets and the water is calm and he knows there's nothing nearby who might be interesting in chomping on a leg.
Back to Remmi and me. After we jerked off together a couple of times we got a little brave. The beach around here is packed with hotels and houses and stuff like that. But a little ways past the bridge on the south there are some houses and then nothing on the beach. So twice before this day we had gone skinny dipping there. We would ride our bikes well past the last house and hide them with our clothes and towel and head for the water. Once we were really brave and took a Frisbee and threw it naked on the beach. Nobody saw us and it felt really cool. Nobody, there is, until this day.
We rode our bikes south past the bridge, down the road and then walked behind the houses on the beach until we got to where we would go swimming.
"Crap, look!" Remmi shouted. "There's somebody there."
And he was right. A couple of people were lying on a blanket or beach towel in the middle of the beach where we wanted to go.
But then Remmi said, "Jon Eric...they're naked!"
We book strained to see who was there. Then he said, "They're girls. And they're not completely naked. They just don't have on tops."
We talked about it and decided that if they didn't have on tops, we didn't have on bottoms, and they seemed to be sleep with their heads facing the clouds, it should be okay. So we quietly hid our bikes, stripped, and walked toward the water. Things were going fine until, well, suddenly they weren't."
"Hey, guys," one of them called out. "Crap," Remmi shouted. "We're dead."
But then the other girl yelled, "Hey, come here." I looked at Remmi and he looked at me. We both agreed that we didn't have any choice. So we walked toward them.
"You guys are hot," one of them shouted." The other one yelled, "Who are these cute guys?" I was totally embarrassed.
When we got there they asked, "What are you guys' names?" I quickly answered, "I'm Eric and he's Jacob." Those are our middle names. I thought that was as personal as we wanted to get.
"What are you guys doing?" We explained to them that we were going swimming. I wanted to get out of there so I said, "We'd better get in the water before our, you know...gets sunburned."
They laughed and then one of them said, "We've got some suntan lotion. Want some?"
Remmi said, "Sure. Thanks." Thanks, Remmi.
Then the other girl said, "Lie down and we'll put it on for you."
Uh. I just stood there. But Remmi said, "Okay. What should we do?" They told us to lie down beside each other on their beach towels that were laid out side by side on the sand. So we did it, and they went to work.
This was the first day I realized I wasn't into girls. These two girls, boobs bouncing up and down as they applied the lotion, and I wasn't getting into it. Until Remmi said, "Why don't you do it faster and give us a hand job!"
I couldn't believe he said that, but before I could say anything one of them said, "Okay. Under one condition. While we do it, you guys rub each other's chest and kiss each other."
What?! I didn't know what to say. And before I could think of anything, Remmi was sucking on my tongue and rubbing my chest and around my dick.
This was weird. Him kissing me and rubbing me felt really cool, but the thought of those girls jerking us was embarrassing. I couldn't wait for it to be over.
Finally Remmi said, "You guys are two slow," and he pushed the girls hand out of the way and started pumping his dick really hard. So I did it, too. They must have done this before because they were smart enough to get out of the way before we shot, but we shot big.
"Man, that's amazing for guys your age. How old are you?"
Before Remmi could answer I got up and said, we'd better get to the water before we run out of time. Remmi, let's go." So he followed and we ran to the water.
They yelled, "We hope to see you again," and I'm thinking, "I don't think so."
We were still in shock when we got to the water. We splashed around and tried to do what we would normally do, and before long the girls left. As soon as they were completely gone we ran up, put on our shorts and our sneakers, and biked to my house.
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Nobody was home and we ran up to my room like always and shut the door and laid on my bed. Usually we'd be naked by now but we just laid there quietly. Finally Remmi asked, "What did you think of that?"
I thought about it and said, "The thing with you was okay but those girls touching us felt weird." He said he felt that way, too, and we quietly lay there for a little while longer.
Then Remmi said something I didn't expect. "I really liked kissing you. Were you okay with it?"
Well, the truth was that I was really okay with it. But I didn't know if I should admit it. Then he asked again, "Well."
I turned around and looked at him. You've got to remember we had been best of friends as long as we could remember and we knew everything about each other. We trusted each other. I was beginning to realize, although we had never said it, that we loved each other.
I asked the chicken question. "What did you think?"
"I thought it was cool. I wouldn't want to do it with anybody else. But with you it was really hot. Did you think so?"
I took that as his permission to give an honest answer. "Yeah, I did. I loved it. I forgot about what the girls were doing. I was just liking being with you."
Then, it happened. He climbed on top of me, took my head in his hands, and started kissing me big time. I don't know how long it lasted, but I was like in a trance. Then he took my shirt off and started rubbing my chest again, playing with my nipples and then sucking and kissing them. He took his shirt off and I rolled him over and did it to him.
After a while it happened and we had taken off each other's shorts and we were laying naked on top of each other. Then he rolled beside me and started jerking me and I knew I was supposed to be jerking him. Being both boys, we knew what it felt like and we knew what to do. We kept kissing each other while we jerked each other and we came big time on our chests and on each other. Then, although we were both covered with it, Remmi climbed back on top of me and we rubbed our bodies and dicks all over each other.
After a while we heard noise downstairs and hopped out of bed. We took a quick shower together and got on our shorts and went down where we could smell dinner cooking.
"How was your day" Mom asked. "Anything unusual?"
We just looked at each other, hoping she'd forget she asked.
And she did.