-=======No, no, no, said this author stamping his size fourteen feet. You persons under 18 shouldn't be here and I will not continue until you are gone. See you when you are 18 or more.
I love walking alone on the beach. I could spend hours watching the waves or climbing on the rocks, seeing the crabs do their thing. My family is not happy about my lonely pursuits. But they do not know that I am really looking for a friend on this empty beach. There never seems to be anyone there, because this is South Hampton in the late fall.
You would thing that a recent college grad; a handsome guy like me with my near perfect body would have no trouble finding a friend, even a lover. I walked along feeling sorry for myself when a glint of something at the water's edge caught my eye. I bent over to look at it. It was definitely not something from nature. It was a small crystal form in the shape of a small dumbbell with twin faceted balls on each end.
I picked it up. It was about twelve inches from balls to ball. It weighed a surprising ten pounds. Actually, the way the sun caught the facets, it was a beautiful piece of, of, jewelry, I suppose.
I was really taken with it, partly because of the surprise at finding something like this on the beach. What could it be? I caressed its sharp facets. Hey, I thought. It feels really warm. Then suddenly the thing started to glow blue and red and white. The glowing became so bright I had to close my eyes. Somehow, closing my eyes made me lose balance and I fell back on the soft sand and somehow fell asleep.
I came to almost immediately. A voice close to me asked, "Are you okay, Keith?" That voice was so familiar. I forced my eyes open and stared at the face above me, looking at me with consternation. I knew every pore on that face. It was my face. It was like looking in a mirror.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I might say the same," said the fellow looking down at me. "You look like my twin."
I shook my head trying to clear it, "Are you called Keith also?"
"I don't know. I just got here. I mean I think I was asleep and woke up just before you came to."
This guy, who looked like me, not just resembled me, but was my clone. Twins look almost alike, but not exactly the way we two did. He smiled at me and rubbed my cheek. "It's not surprising that I really like you. You are really hot, as I guess I am to you. I don't know where I was before, but it is really nice to talk and have someone to talk to." He grinned. "One thing is that I woke up as horny as a goat. And I notice that just patted your cheek made you perk up. Perk up in the cock department."
He pointed at the crotch of my bathing trunks. There it was, my prick stiff and pushing out the thin material. "I must say that my hard on caused by you, makes it seem that I am in lust for myself. This is really something new. And boi, you are naked and your cock is up and shakin". It's a beau. But there I go, complimenting myself. Does yours leak a lot?"
"Naturally, original Keith. We are cock mates."
Suddenly I realized, "Hey clone boi, you have no clothes on. At least I have my bathing trunks on."
"Well watchcha expect, the crystal did have a suit on. But look, I'm not embarrassed that you see me this way. Think of it like looking in the mirror."
"I suppose. Hey, there are spots on me I can't see in the mirror, like my ass. Turn around, let's get a look." I looked a long time. "It's outstanding, and you have that patch of soft fuzzy hair on the small of your back. I love that."
"Yeah, I know, you have the same thing." he said. "You ever get fucked in our perfect ass?"
"Yes and no. We have a cousin Jeff. He's a year older. One time we shared a bed and I think he was trying to get his cock up my hole, but I woke up. I'm kinda sorry, 'cause it felt good with the slippery head just inside. Hey, why am I telling you this?"
"'Cause it's like writing in your diary."
"I ain't got a diary. That's for girls."
My clone said, "Do you fuck around with girls?"
"Been there, done that, no biggy."
"You mean you fucked them?"
"N-o-o-o, but I got plenty of tit feels and cunt/finger work. It's okay. Best stuff with girls is getting a hand job."
Of course, being your Eve to your Adam, I know what all that is. How about you give me one right now, before a die here>"
"I don't mind, 'cept it'll be like wankin' myself. But I greet every new experience with interest."
"Shit you talk nice."
"Now the problem is that we can't walk across the beach with you naked, even though it looks empty. Wait, I got my outer shorts in my backpack. Put 'em on."
I, er, he, put them on. Naturally they fit good. He, and I have real excellent legs, a little hair, good muscles. I could look at him all day except it makes me seem stuck....on myself."
Now that he looked decent.
I put my arm around his bare warm shoulder companionably, well of course, he's more than a companion. "Twin, I know a place that the rocks are high and form a perfect spot that no one can see from the road, or anywhere from the beach.
He waggled his eyebrows like Groucho Marx. "Hey brother, are you planning to have your way with me...and let's hurry. I want to "way" right away."
He, er me, was cute. He makes me like myself even more. As soon as we were in the secluded spot, I said, "Let's take off our trunks. Don't be embarrassed, it's only we, I mean us."
He said, in my voice, but it was shaking a bit, "One, two, three." There we were, both with identical erections and both dripping. Without consulting, since we both knew what we wanted, we fell on the cool sand and reversed ourselves. In a moment, his nice friendly cock, the cock I knew so well, was knocking on my lips. I moved slightly and I was at his lips. We both licked the head and both got a taste of that excellent pre cum. It worked like an elixir of lust. Neither of us could stand waiting and we swallowed each other's cock and began sucking like we were thirsty.
Now I knew he was almost on the verge of cuming, because I know that I was. I also knew that I would greedily swallow the offerings and would love it. How did I know? Because I have tasted my own cum a few times. It is definitely the best; a connoisseur's cum.
I was breathing hard and moaning around his cock. He was leaking up a storm, and I know that I was too. I too felt his moans vibrating around my cock. Then he did the same thing that I do when I slide into my orgasm. His legs locked. He grunted wildly and began wild thrusting at my hot, wet mouth. Hell, I was doing the same. This was like having a double orgasm. I think just as in the middle of my six spurts, everything got black for a moment.
When I felt more normal, I sat up and put my arms around my bare legs and looked at him, coming to, and doing the same. We sat side by side until we both, at the same time, grabbed each other and kissed wildly and gratefully. He tasted just like me, and that was good. Neither of us could stop the kissing until we just go out of breather.
"You're a hell of a good kisser, twin," I said, but of course, I was complimenting myself wasn't I.
We both giggled and enjoyed the fun of that giggle and did it too long before we stopped in shock. A voice from just above us, on the tall rock, boomed in the canyon effect of the rock sides. "Quite a show you queers just put on. How about a blow job?"
I and my twin looked up to see who was speaking. There he was, a swarthy boy, his hairy legs hanging down over the ledge. We could see his red bikini shorts bulging and above his dark treasure trail leading to his hairy bully button. I took him to be in his mid teens. A cute boy, but his dark eyes looked dangerous.
"What should we do?" I asked my twin.
My face looked back at my. He winked. "I say lets have a go at him."
End Part One