Twink from Sconset Beach (Part 1)
Joe Lewin
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I'm 50 and semi-retired. I'm in fairly good shape. I'm not ripped but I've managed to keep my weight down over the years. And my now almost-all-white hair is still very much in abundance and still gets curly when I let it grow out a bit.
I did well in business, and I'm done with the 9-to-5 grind but I keep myself active by serving on a few boards of directors for big private and public companies. While I take responsibilities with respect to each very seriously, the work I perform does not keep me fully occupied.
I lost my wife to cancer 5 years ago. My kids are grown with families of their own. I see and talk to them often but mostly I'm alone.
I own a home on Nantucket. I'm on island from the end of June until the end of October, except when I'm traveling. The house is fairly new, with a lot of glass and a lot of modern features. It sits up above Sconset beach, with a seawall at the east end of my lawn. It's a 10 foot drop to the beach, but I have a set of steps that lead down to the beach.
Between the house and the seawall is a long yard. In the middle of the yard is a 20' by 40' pool with a built-in hot tub. The house has 6 guest bedrooms in addition to my master suite and each bedroom has its own bathroom. There's a home theater in the basement that the kids and grandkids love; I use it when they're here. It's a house made for entertaining. People who visit usually leave reluctantly. And I like that.
It was the week after the Fourth of July. I had had a full house of guests for the holiday week and had purposely begged off any visits in the two-week period following the holiday. The beach was filled with all types of people trying to beat the heat. I had opened up an umbrella and was sitting below it, reading a book, atop the seawall.
I had spotted a group of what looked to be college students about 30 feet up the beach, sitting at water's edge. Within an hour or so the tide started to encroach on their blankets and towels. There were two boys in the group. They turned to look for a place to move. They looked a little frustrated. The beach was packed. There was really no place to go that would keep them right at water's edge. I could see them looking up and down the beach and saw the pained look on their faces when they realized that there wasn't any better real estate withing easy walking distance.
They soon realized that the only open part of beach was sitting in front of my steps. This was not unusual. Most people left a 10 foot or so square opening in front of my steps. I guess they assumed that the owners would want access to the beach. The boys called their other friends over (there were six in all--4 girls and the two boys). I could tell they were explaining the situation to the girls. I watched as the four girls and one of the boys, a redhead, started to gather their stuff together. The other boy, a brunette, started to walk toward the open spot in front of my steps.
"You better hurry," I chuckled to myself, as I noticed at least 4 other groups who were sitting surfside survey the beach area and noting the opening. He must have sensed that others were looking so he sped up and reached the open area in front of my steps. One of the girls had come up behind him and dropped a couple of towels, making it official. Tentatively he came to the base of the wall and yelled up to me. "Excuse me. Do you mind if we set up in front of your gate?" I looked down at him and told him that I didn't mind at all. He and his friends did not need to know that this part of the beach is public, not private. I had no authority to keep anyone off any part of the beach in front of my house.
"Thanks!" he shouted. Now that he was closer I got a good look at him. His skin was tanned and he was cute. He was thin, only about 130 pounds or so. His face was a little feminine. His nose was upturned and he had very full lips. He wore sunglasses, so I couldn't see his eyes. And he had a very thick mop of hair on the top of his head.
"My pleasure," I said.
I went back to my book but I was distracted. I couldn't explain it, but this young guy had captured my attention. I found myself gazing down to where he lay on a towel about 12 feet below me. I noted that his back was broad and brown and tapered down to his red boxer bathing suit. His legs were muscled and tanned and covered in light brown hair. At one point he rolled over on his back, stood up and looked up in my direction, stretching his arms up to the sky. I felt a strange stirring in my groin when he lifted his arms to the sky exposing a dark thatch of hair under each arm.
What the hell was going on? Over the last 5 years I had barely thought about sex and for 20+ years before that I hadn't been attracted to any guy. And here I was having these strange feelings for a guy less than half my age. What the hell?
He must of felt me staring at him because he looked in my direction and smiled. I smiled back at him. Inadvertently, I actually licked my lips. As I did, I was amazed to see his smile broaden. He carried on his conversation with his friends as if nothing was going on, but every few minutes he would look to see if I was still there and still watching him.
As the afternoon wore on the beach crowd thinned. At one point I looked up from my book and was surprised to see that there were only a handful of beach goers left in front of my seawall. The girls in the six-some below me had left the two boys sitting alone, chatting and watching the waves.
I stood up and walked to my pool cabana and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge. As I turned to walk back, I thought of the two boys and grabbed two extra bottles.
"Hey," I yelled, "you guys thirsty?"
The redhead looked up and started to say "no thanks," but he was preempted by his friend who yelled "absolutely, thanks!"
I was about to throw the bottles down to them but then had a second thought. "The gates unlocked," I yelled, "why don't you grab your stuff and come up and get them. You can get out of the sun for a little bit."
They looked at each other and without saying a word they each picked up a towel and walked to the gate. As they were coming up, I adjusted the umbrella so that it would provide better shade for them.
They got to the top of the stairs, and I heard the redhead say, "Holy shit" when he looked at my yard and house. I laughed and they both laughed. They walked over and stood in front of me. "Here you go," I said, "have a seat," as I handed each his water. They looked at each other again and then the brunette took the seat beside me, with his redhead friend sitting on his other side.
"I'm Paul," I said.
"I'm Josh," the brunette said while pointing to his friend, "he's Nicky."
"Well, Nicky and Josh, welcome to my home, or at least my backyard."
We then began to talk. They told me they were 19 and from a small town in central Connecticut. They were staying in a house nearby, on the beach, that was owned by the aunt of one of the girls in their group. The girls were all 20 or 21 and friends of Josh's sister, who was one of the girls.
Josh explained that the girls originally planned to go to Nantucket alone but one of the girls' parents suggested that maybe Josh could go with them. Apparently, they thought it would be a good idea to have a male escort. Josh then invited Nicky. The two boys were sharing a room in the basement of the cottage. They arrived the night before and they were staying for the week.
We chatted some more. The boys finished their waters and then said goodbye. I reminded them to check the tidal chart (every house has one out here or they are easily found online) and plan their beach placement accordingly.
Josh laughed at that and said, "I'd be content to just sit up here." Nicky just nodded his head. I told them they were both welcome to come by any time.
I quickly forgot about them, figuring I would not see them again. It's a long beach and most people tried different places every day. I went back to the house and made a salad, opened a bottle of wine and sat on a chair at a pool-side table with my laptop open as the sky darkened and the sun set.
At around 11 I was about to head in for the night. I had a nice buzz going from the bottle of wine I'd finished. I decided to jump in the spa to relax a bit before turning in. I stood up and took off my t-shirt and dropped my shorts to the ground.
A slight breeze caressed my skin. I looked up at the sky and was stretching a bit when I heard a noise. My eyes darted toward the top of the beach steps, and I could just barely make out the top of a head rising up from the stairwell.
Forgetting I was nude I stood there squinting in the darkness trying to make out what was going on. I at first thought that someone was breaking in and leaned toward the table to grab my phone. But before I could dial 911 the person emerged from the darkness. I put the phone down. It was Josh.
"Josh," I asked in a louder-than-norm voice, "is that you?"
He replied, "yes, I'm sorry to have disturbed you." And he walked across the lawn toward me.
I suddenly realized that I was naked and bent over to pick up my shorts.
"Please don't get dressed on my account," he said with a slight laugh, "I'm the one trespassing."
So, I stood there with my shorts in one hand and my phone in another for a second but then woke up, put the phone down and slipped the shorts up over my legs and tied them at my waste.
"What's going on," I asked, "is everything all right?"
By then he was standing about 3 feet away from me. Again, I was taken by unexpected feelings as I took in the young man in front of me. He was wearing shorts, but he was otherwise naked. He held what I assumed was a t-shirt in his hand. I took in his naked chest. He had nicely developed pecs with quarter sized nipples. He did not have a lot of hair on his chest. He had a six-pack and at the bottom of his abs a very dense pleasure trail started and darted down to hidden treasure.
I shook my head and once again thought: "what has gotten into me."
Josh smiled at me as if he could read my thoughts. "It looks like Nicky might get lucky with one of the girls," he said, "I figured I'd give him a little space in our shared room and went for a walk on the beach. Then I remembered your offer and decided to take you up on it--I was going to sit on the seawall for a while."
"All good," I said. "You caught me getting ready to get into the hot tub," I explained although I didn't know why I was explaining. And then, inexplicably I asked: "care to join me?"
His smile lit up the backyard. "Sure," he said. And within seconds he had thrown his t-shirt on the table, dropped his shorts to the grass, bent over, picked them up and threw them on the table, too. I was stunned by his speed. I was brought out of my revelry when I realized he was staring at me.
"Oh," I muttered, as I much more slowly took my shorts off and draped them across the back of a chair.
"I love sitting in a hot tub nude," Josh said.
"It's really the only way to sit in one," I replied.
I led the way and could somehow feel Josh's eyes on my backside. As I said, I've stayed in pretty good shape. But let's face it, I'm 50 and 50 years of wear and tear have an impact on anyone. So, I'm not sure what he was thinking as I felt his eyes rove over my body.
We got to the spa and each paused for a minute, looking at the other. He was a wonder. I have described his body already so I'll focus in on his groin, which I was seeing for the first time. He had, as I said, a dark trail of hair running down from his belly button to a very dark and thick bush of pubic hair. His cock hung down about 4 inches and I could tell in the darkness that he was cut. His balls hung low behind his cock.
As I looked at him, he looked at me. I was pretty much smooth from my neck to my pubis. Above my cock was a thin patch of pubic hair. I had never had much hair and it was even thinner now. My cock did not hang down in front of my ball sack. Having a mind of its own, it was at about a quarter-staff and sticking straight out about 3.5". I was not fully hard but I was certainly chubbing up.
We looked up at each other and smiled as we stepped into the hot water.
Josh sat on one side. I sat on the other.
We chatted a bit. I learned that he had just finished his freshman year at NYU. He liked the school but wasn't a huge fan of the City. Nicky and he had been friends since first grade. Nicky was at Cornell, so they hadn't seen much of each other over the last year.
He was gay, he told me, "but I guess you already figured that out, no?"
"Actually, no," I replied. "I hadn't even thought of your sexuality one way or another."
"Oh, come on," he said. "I could see and feel you checking me out. And I'm sure you could see and feel me checking you out."
I laughed and explained to him that I certainly knew I was checking him out and noticed that he was looking at me, but in terms of "feeling" anything one way or another, I could honestly say that it was not true. "Except," I did say, "that I was a little bit confused by my attraction to you."
As he laughed I quickly said: "Not because you're unattractive. You're definitely cute. It's just that I had been married to a woman for 20 years and during that time and since her passing 5 years ago I had never felt any kind of a twinge for any man, young or old."
He sat and pondered that for a second. He told me he was sorry to hear about my wife. And then he said: "So, I did notice that you said `during that time'. Were you ever attracted to boys before you met and married your wife?"
"Your perceptive," I said. "Yes," when I was at school in Providence I `experimented,'" I said, "but it never really went far."
I told him about the time a roommate sucked my cock one late night and in short order I felt his foot sneaking up into my crotch. He was playing with my cock and balls with his foot. I smiled at him but was still unsure what to do. He smiled at me and nodded slightly. I finally returned the favor. I felt a jolt of electricity as my toes touched his ball sack and rock-hard cock.
We stroked each other under the water for about a minute and then he said, "Stand up."
I rose out of the water. My 6" cut cock stood out in front of me as stiff as it ever had been. The water dripped down my body. I looked down and droplets beaded on my pubic hair and shimmered in the moonlight.
I walked over to him and stood about 2 feet in front of him. "You have a wonderful cock," he said. "Really," I replied, "I always thought it was at best average."
"No," he replied, "it's not about the size. I think the size is perfect for me but what I was really admiring was how straight it is and how it has a nice girth and a wonderful helmet. In fact," he said, "I think I just fell in love with your cock."
As he said this he was reaching forward and holding my balls with one hand while stroking my cock with the other.
He wrapped his hand around the meaty part of my cock and pulled me closer. He leaned in and licked around my upper thighs, all the while his hands continued to stroke my cock and play with my balls. He was still seated so my cock was about at the level of his head.
He brought my cock close to his face. There was a bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit. His tongue slowly emerged between his lips, and he licked the pre-cum off. I moaned and my knees buckled. He moaned too.
I couldn't believe this. What had come over me, I thought, for a split second. But that thought and any others quickly disappeared as he lay my cock up over his nose and kissed the bottom side down to my balls.
His right hand brought my balls closer to his lips. He grabbed one and pushed it between his lips. He licked it and then started sucking on my right ball. The middle- and forefinger of his right hand had snaked up behind my balls and his hand was pushing my balls toward his lips as he continued to suck on the right one. He stopped and then sucked on the left one. Then he took them both in his mouth and was alternately sucking on them and licking them.
I was in heaven.
He grasped my left and right outer thighs and turned me around. I had read about rimming, of course, but had never done it nor had I ever had it done to me. I realized that this status was about to change.
He moved his hands up and grabbed me by each hip and drew me closer to his face. Instinctively, I leaned forward so that my ass would bow back into his waiting lips and tongue. We were very much in synch. He moaned again as I felt him spread my cheeks. I'm not a very hair guy. I had no idea how hairy I was down there but being a big fan of bidets (every toilet in my house had one with heated water), I knew that there was no doubt that I was as clean as a whistle.
He must of liked what he saw because his tongue darted out and licked my hole. I gasped and gasped again a second later when his tongue darted into my hole. I bent over and he then proceeded to eat my hole in a manner that would compare to the best pussy eater (my only comparison). I felt like his tongue was everywhere--in me, outside licking the walls of my cheeks, biting my cheeks, licking my cheeks, darting back in me, licking my taint, back in me and groaning loudly as his tongue dove as deeply as it could get.
My cock was pulsing. I had beaten off over the last five years but had not been touched by another person, man or woman. And my senses were on overload.
He must have realized how close I was because he suddenly stopped--withdrawing his tongue slowly. He turned me around and looked up at me. What a site. A gorgeous boy smiling up at me like he'd just hit a home run or scored a touchdown. He was beaming.
My cock was pulsing.
I whispered, "should we continue in the spa or take this up to my bedroom."
"You're close, aren't you," he asked.
"Oh, yes, yes," I moaned.
He smiled at me and said--"I'm going to make you cum. And then we're going to sit here for a little bit and let you recover, then we'll take it inside."
Before I had a chance to object--as if I would--he pulled my cock into his mouth. His tongue licked the head and bathed it in spit. He took my cock and slid it across his lips as if it were a hot dog sitting atop a role. He licked me from the hilt to the base and then reversed up to the tip. He plunged my cock into his mouth and began to bob back and forth on my cock.
My hands felt for his luxurious black hair and got lost in his mop. I found the back of his head and started to help him as he sucked in and pulled out on my cock. We were both moaning loudly. I began to face fuck him with a little, but not too much, force. His hands dropped to my calls and caressed them. I didn't stop him so he became more aggressive, rolling them together, mashing them together, pulling on my sack, scrunching my balls and rolling and pressing them.
Within seconds I murmured "o. o. o. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
His response? He pulled harder on my balls as I continued to ram my cock in and out of his mouth. He licked the head. I yelled for him not to stop. I could feel the cum boiling behind my balls and felt it move up my stiff cock into his waiting mouth. I exploded with multiple spurts. He kept sucking. He continued sucking until there was seemingly nothing left. And then the weirdest thing happened, I could feel myself cumming again. I yelled, "more...more...more"!! and he somehow understood what I meant. He kept his mouth covering my now semi-flaccid cock.
I then had the most exquisite cum of my life: this one shot through my limp cock and exploded in his mouth, filling his cheeks.
He swallowed twice and then stopped. Time stopped. My cock slipped from his lips. He looked up at me said, "Wow, I've never had that happen before. And the second batch was sweeter and thicker than the first."
His right hand took mine and he guided me into the seat next to him. I sat down, dazed by what had just happened. His head fell onto my shoulder. I looked down at his thick, dark hair. I reached for his face, palmed his chin and tilted his head up toward me. He was smiling. His lips still glistened with my cum. I leaned in and kissed him, opening my mouth to let his young tongue dance its way past my teeth, toward my tonsils. We kissed off and on for about 5 minutes and then I lay back, with his head on my shoulder. I listened to the soft swishing noise of the water swirling in the spa. His right hand played idly with my soft cock and balls...and I was amazed as I once again felt a stirring deep in along my cock back to my asshole.
I sighed and asked him, "will they be missing you back at the cottage tonight?"
"No," he murmured, "not at all."