|
A Day At The Beach by Audrey
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Young Man and the Sea
There was nothing that Alec Chambers liked more than the sea.
The sea made him feel alive. It cleared his mind, pumped his
heart. Touched his soul. In the early mornings, as he would run from
his house to the cool waves, the wind in his face would slap him
awake. If he felt alone, the salt of the sea would cover his body
like tight blanket, setting him at ease. The waves would reach out
for him, stroke at him, play with him.
But most of all, he liked the feel of a surfboard under his
feet; that of his body moving with the pulse of the sea, and the
thrill and exhilaration of riding the Wave.
For ten of the eighteen years the boy had been alive he had
soared with the sea. His platinum blond form, lithe, sharp, tanned,
was perched on the seven feet of board as it soared under a rapidly
descending wave. He moved, unconsciously, with the eddies, the
streams--and to a beat that only he seemed to hear, as he maneuvered
the surf rider with the wave.
It was five in the morning when he had started riding--the sun
had first cracked over the horizon, casting a reddish glow across the
shore. The sun beat down with a higher force now. Alec glanced at
his swatch and saw the time. 1100 AM. He hadn't noticed the passing
time.
This has to be what zen is like, he thought. Be a Wave and
Live...
Another surfer slipped under the water as Alec moved passed.
Still another was swimming out to meat the large waves that Alec had
been riding all day.
Too many people now, Alec thought.
He slid in towards the soft beach of the cove, swimming the last
f the way on the top of the board. He walked up the sand, planted the
board into the ground, and lay back, staring into the blue sky, mind
filled with the sounds, smells and feelings of the sea.
He seemed from the outside to at ease. But in his mind, a fire
raced. This time, his precious sea hadn't quelled the uncertainty in
his mind, the illease in his heart. The painful path he had o
undertake.
Soon he would no longer have the sea.
The time was coming that he would have to be going to school.
He had a full scholarship to Oxford--a rare thing indeed. But there
were no waves in England, none that mattered. And the times that he
would come home..few and far between. He didn't care to think about
it.
It was his parents who pushed him that way..to make the best
grades he could. He knew he had to--he couldn't ride if he was
flunking. Long ago he decided to get them off his back, make straight
100's and score the damndest on any test he took. Well, it had
worked, worked too well. In a short time, he would be on his way to
England, and that would be the end of his life.
But that wasn't today. He still had today, tomorrow, the
weekend. He could live that long.
He sat up and watched the other forms glide in and out of the
surf, newcomers and old-timer trying to be perfect in the sea. Alec
liked watching, the varied forms and builds. He liked noticing the
techniques, the motions, as people flew in and out of the large walls
of water. His gaze every now and then would stop on a certain
form..well built, dark hair. He often caught himself fantasizing,
and found his hand moving back and forth across his crotch, rubbing
the rapidly hardening cock under his Bodyglove. He would look around
and hop that no one had noticed...
Alec looked up the beach, noting the highrises in the distance,
that were slowly moving to the beach. The older he got, the closer
they came. Marching, like a silent army. Soon, even where he lived
the condominiums and high rises would exist. Things would be forever
changed then.
This was one of the last public beaches along the water that
amounted to much for surfers. As the day would wear on, more and more
people would come and conjest the already crowded beach. By middle
afternoon, Alec would either fight the other surfers, figuratively,
for a space in the water, or go home until evening when the waters
would clear again.
One of the problems lately had been the violence evident on the
beaches. Surf gangs seemed to make becoming more and more apparent on
the shores as groups fought to control the last remaining beachheads
they had. As Alec looked up the shore a crowd seemed to be forming
around two guys smashing a littler one to a pulp.
Up in a flash, Alec joined the crowed that was forming around
the participants. Alec knew the two doing the hitting.
One's name was Dirk--played on the football team at school--and the
other was Harv, a runner. Both had egos the size of Mt Rushmore and
it was a wonder how they ever got along together. Both also had
equally bad dispositions and would do whatever they could to egg some
one to fight them. It seemed that the kid had come on the receiving
end of the two anger. The blood trickling down from the boys mouth
touched a cord in Alec. His next actions didn't make since, he acted
on a deeper, unconsciously level. Or that was how he justified it.
"Listen tiny," Dirk started. "We don't want ya 'round here any
more. This is 'r beach. Dig? Little guys like you on boogie boards
just don't cut it okay?" He said as he pushed the kid into the dirt.
Harv bent to hold the kid down.
"That's enough." Alec said, cool voice chilling the warm air.
Dirk looked back to see who had mouthed the comment. The six
four line backer rarely was challenged in anything that he did. The
rippling muscles on his back and arms tended to make anyone think
twice before saying anything that could be misconstrued as an insult.
Seeing that it was only Alec,
he mouthed "Lay off Chambers."
Alec smiled. Having a brother who was older and a Navy SEAL did
things to one's self confidence, especially if that brother had
taught you how to fight.
"Fuck you." Alec replied and sank his foot into the linebackers
balls. There was a woof of air and a redining of face as Dirks
treasures were smashed into his crotch. He fell, hands in his crotch,
moaning his fate.
Alec felt a pain in his side. Alec felt another blow spin off
his jaw. In his taste of triumph, he had forgotten about Harv. His
brother told him it was a bad move to watch the results of your work.
The sand cushioned his fall, and allowed him to, unexpectedly
send his heel thrashing out. The waves seemed to hurt more than
Harv's punches....
Something gave and cracked. Harv screamed as his shin broke.
Alec got up--slowly--and sent Harv a left hook to the face. Bits of
blood spewed out of the nose and Harv fell, commission.
"You okay kid?" He asked to the small, black haired youth on the
sand. The boy said little, preferring to wipe the blood that had
dribbled from his jaw onto his multicolored trunks, on his plaid,
unbuttoned shirt. "Yeah." came the slightly musical notes from the
boys mouth.
"Com'on." Alec said. "I better get you home." Alec reached a
hand out and helped the small guy up. As the hands touched their eyes
locked. Alec's blue meet the blue green of the others. The stared for
a second, Alec feeling the warmth from the boys hand. He grabbed the
guys boogie board. "Here." The kid took it and smiled.
They started walking. Alec admired the tanned lines of the
fellow, the sharp chest, the black hair, the defined muscles. Alec
wiped some of the blood off the guys mouth.
"What were you doing?" He asked.
The boy turned and looked back. "Well, I had tried to make it
down to the shore when that guy stopped me. Pow. He hit me, then
started raving about his beach. I just kinda sat there."
Alec smiled. "Dirks like that--a psychotic. You look like a
quarterback and he's trained to kill QB's. Not to mention the fact
that he is a throwback to the missing link.." They both laughed at
the joke. "My name's Alec. What's your's?"
"Tim." The boy said.
"Well Tim, next time you come back to the beach, might I suggest
a gun?" Alec smiled.
"What about you and Drik and the other kid?"
"Don't worry, I'll be gone in a few days..I can handle Dirk
until then. How far down this beach do you live?" Alec asked Tim.
"Right up there." He pointed to a tall highrise, with terraced
faces.
"Your parents rich?" Alec asked.
It was Tim's turn to smile. "Not really. My dad gets it from the
company he works for. Were here for the summer. Its not all that
great of a place really."
They climbed the stairs, one by one, until they reached the fifth
floor.
"No elevator?"
"Broken."
Tim took him down the hall and opened the last door on the end.
The apartment was--well different. There was one massive room, with
small sections for the kitchen and dining. A door to the left opened
into a bedroom, another on the right was a bathroom. There was a huge
bear rug (Alec didn't understand what it was doing in a CA beach
condo) in the middle of the floor as well as a sofa. A massive
sliding glass door that lead to a deck was off the dining area.
"Wow." Alec said.
Tim dropped the board against the wall, and placed Alec's on the
floor next to it. He threw his bloodied shirt on top of that and
walked to the bathroom. Alec saw Tim's back, noticed the shoulders as
they moved into the arms. He saw Tim move his trunks slightly and
heard a tinkle in the toilet. There didn't seem to be any tan lines
around the crack that peeked out from Tim's swim trunks.
"If you have a first aide kit, I'll see to that cut." Alec said,
in some vain attempt to give a reason to why he was staying. Tim
came back in, holding a box with a red cross on it. Alec noticed
Tim's full chest now. His eyes lingered for a moment on the boys
sharp, flat, chest; at the tanned breasts that sculpted perfectly
into the rest of the body.
Tim sat on the sofa.
Alec opened the box and took out some peroxide and a cotton
swab.
"Where are your parents?" He asked as he dribbled some peroxide
on the swab.
"They ran out for the day. Mom and Dad go out to the valley to
shop. Don't come back till late in the day."
Alec touched the swab to Tim's face. He couldn't help but grasp
Tim's chest, feeling the smoothness.
"This 'll hurt." He said. Tim flinched.
"Owwww"
"You okay?" Alec asked.
The green eyes of the boy watered, then dried. "I'm fine." He
said, smiling.
"Any other spots that hurt?" Alec asked again, their eyes
locking.
"Well, just here." Tim said as he slipped his trunks down to
expose his flesh. Tim's uncut shaft hung between two rounded balls.
The dark hair ran throughout the area, seemingly highlighting the
features.
Alec hesitated for a moment. He thought about the boys parents
coming back, about where he should be. But he saw the shaft slowly
elongating between the boys balls. He felt the hardness in his own
loins. He relayed on more basic instincts.
He reached out and drew the Other to him. His hand pulling at
the smooth ass of Tim's. He brought the boys face to his..felt his
lips draw near to the others, feeling
the breath from Tim's mouth. Tim's tongue moved into Alec's mouth as
the lips met and a small fire shot through their bodies. Alec ran
his hand over Tim's back, buttocks, as Tim stepped out of his trunks.
He was close to Alec, bodies touching. Alec moved his face over
the firm, smooth, chest. His mouth found its way to the groin, to the
cock that came alive as he pushed his face into its soft fur; inhaled
the sweet smell.
Tim ran his hand down Alec's back, fingers pulling on the
zipper, freeing the body from the confines of the glove. Alec took
Tim's penis into his mouth, his lips caressing it, tongue touching
it, tasting it. Tim moaned slightly. Waves seemed to come from the
base of his loins and move to the tip of his prick, where Alec's
tongue danced a deft dance.
Alec sucked, with full force, like a baby on a mothers breast.
His strokes pulled at Tim, who synchronized the pushes of his hips to
Alec's pulls with his mouth. Faster and faster they moved with Tim's
fingers going through Alec's hair, his moans coming up from his soul.
Tim held for as long as he could, fighting the release that was
to come any second. The more Tim resisted, the more Alec wanted Tim
to cum, to release. Blindly, his finger found its way to Tim's anus
and stroked in time to the sucking and pulsings of mouth and hips.
Tim moaned louder, and realized there was no strength to resist any
more. Nothing that he could do to stop the finality of it. His shaft
started shooting, letting lose its milk into Alec's throat who,
eagerly gulped its salty sweet taste up. Tim collapsed into Alec's
arms. They kissed again, Tim tasting his own cum inside Alec's mouth.
They stayed joined at the lips as they fell to the floor, captured by
the large, soft rug.
--
|
|
