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Jamie on the Beach (mm)
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Jamie on the Beach
by Steve Rider
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Copyright © 1992 Stephen A. Rider, all rights reserved.
It was a very long time ago. They were still sending Apollo
missions to the Moon. I had decided to take some time off from
work and drive down to Florida from my native Pennsylvania. I
wanted to see one of these rockets to the Moon up close. I wanted
to feel it's thunder. Sex was really the last thing on my mind.
My best friend at the time was Joe. He knew I was gay, we talked
about it all of the time. I guess he must have talked about me at
home.
I was very surprised when Joe told me that his younger brother
wanted to go with me to Cape Canaveral. Jamie and I had hardly ever
spoken much in the many years I had known Joe. But I said sure, no
problem, and I invited Jamie very warmly. He was so good looking at
the time, I mean perfect. Blond hair on his head and hardly any hair
on his body. A perfectly lean late teen build. He was sort of built
like a potential swimmer, without all of the muscle which exercise
would have developed. Actually, he was perfect.
Jamie knew I was gay. I think he knew it before I did. I'll
never forget the time that Joe and I were sitting in the bedroom they
shared and Jamie came in fresh out of the shower, ready for bed.
He stood in front of his mirror with a towel wrapped around him,
dancing in the mirror, shaking his body. Then he threw away the towel
and pranced to the bed with a bouncy step intended to make his erection
flop up and down in plain view. As he did this he said to me "I hear
you like these (looking down at himself), isn't this a nice one ?"
Now, two years later, he was 18 and he wanted to go on a two thousand
mile round trip with me in my car. Care to guess my answer ?
It was late summer and it was hot. East Coast Muggy Hot. And the
further south we drove the hotter and muggier it got. We started
wearing less and less clothing. Soon Jamie had nothing on but a pair
of cutoff jeans. They were cut very high. From time to time one of
his nuts would hang out along with a bit of his pure white briefs. It
was extremely stimulating for me. I remember feeling glad to be alive.
I remember erections that lasted for hours while I searched for any
excuse to turn my head his way. I was not in love with Jamie, I was
not even sure that I liked him, but there was a very definite element
of lust involved. By the time we reached Virginia I was sure I was
having a good time. I was also sure it was no accident that his
genitals kept appearing in my line of sight.
Anticipation can be one of the best parts of a sexual experience.
That first night we decided to stop in one of the Carolinas to
sleep. I pulled over in some rest area that was full of trucks. We
found a place away from the trucks and parked for the night. We were
in my Plymouth Valiant. It was a dirty ivory color and it had a slant
six engine. I wanted to suck his cock.
Jamie was nervous that first night. Abruptly he took his sleeping
bag and ran to a picnic table fifty feet from my car. Sigh. Oh well,
I knew the tension was there. I knew it was not my imagination. I
knew something interesting was going to happen on this trip. I slept
on the backseat of my car, dreaming of Jamie all night.
In the morning we set off south again, more sweating in the heat,
more sexual tension, more long and awkward silences. We arrived in the
Cape Canaveral area just at dusk and found a nice spot to park the car
right along the smooth white Florida beach. We could see the rocket
clearly.
"Jamie ?"
"What?"
"Look, there's no picnic tables here, I know you don't want your
sleeping bag all full of sand. I've got a big blanket in the trunk.
Why don't you sleep next to me tonight ?"
He looked at me for a long two seconds, I thought I saw a smile
flash quickly across his sweet, boyish face. He nodded 'yes' very
slightly. I got an erection.
We bought a watermelon and shared it. We laughed as I had one
heck of a time carving it with my pocketknife. I started to tease
him.
"Here sexy, have another piece."
"Don't call me sexy!"
"OK Honey."
"Cut it out!"
"Alright Jamie, but you know I really think you're attractive."
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Across the little bay the lights all around the spacecraft were
bright with a promise of what was to come, but first I wanted to make
Jamie cum. Finally we decided to call it a night. I spread the
blanket while I tried to keep the bulge in front of me out of his view.
Jamie rolled out his bag as I did mine.
He climbed inside his sleeping bag and took off his cutoffs. He
held them up in front of my face.. "Smell good ?" Next he took off
his jockey shorts and held them up for me to see. I was so hot
thinking of his naked body inside that sleeping bag. I wanted to crawl
inside there with him. I wanted to touch his smooth, silky skin.
I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything before in my life.
But he seemed only to want to tease me.
Jamie curled up inside his sleeping bag, lying on his side,
his back towards me. I rolled over onto my stomach and tried to calm
down for a while. I could hear every breath he took over the sounds of
the waves. I focused on his breathing, he was not asleep. I rolled
over onto my side now, just behind him. My breath was moving the
tight little curls of golden hair on the back of his neck. My hand
seemed to come out of my sleeping bag all on it's own, almost without
my knowing what was happening my hand was gently rubbing his ass
through the green fabric. Now both hands. I cupped an ass cheek
in each hand and I felt him press back against me, soundless, firm,
wanting more.
The stars were very clear in the night. A gentle breeze with
the smell of salt was wafting across us. My left hand moved around to
the front of his bedroll. His cock was hard and large. I squeezed it
as I drew even closer to him, my nose now against the back of his neck.
The smell of dried sweat and ocean on his skin. Male and strong,
young and beautiful. I could not believe it was happening. I took
my hand off his cock and put it on his left shoulder. As I pulled him
back toward me I lifted my head, he rolled over onto his back, my face
just above his now, I kissed him.
His lips were soft and sweet, our breath mixing between us, I
slipped my tongue into his mouth as my hand went inside his sleeping
bag. Warm, cotton, cozy, plaid, male, passion, his erection in my
hand. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Some people walked down the
beach, between us and the water, I heard them talking but my face never
left Jamie's lips. His arms around my neck now, pulling me close. I'm
stroking his cock very slowly. I roll over, pulling him on top of me,
his naked chest half out of the bag now, his skin against mine. Both of
my hands on his smooth little ass. Musky, sand on my cheeks, Jamie
moaning now, thrusting his hips against me, my hands on his ass,
squeezing, carressing, wanting to be his for tonight, wanting his
pleasure and joy.
I roll him over again on his back, out of my sleeping bag,
naked under the stars, I unzip his and fold it away from the beauty
of his body. We kiss again, he pushes me down hard, he climbs on top
of me. Not a word is spoken but there are lots of sounds. His lips
against mine, the waves, the birds, distant machine sounds, cars on
the highway, him moaning, my breath dances across his silky cheeks.
I can't take much more of this. I reach down between us and put my
hands on both of our cocks. I stroke us together. He is wet with
precum and it drips down onto me. I slide down beneath him until I
can put my tongue in his navel. My fingers lightly on his balls.
Just a bit of hair there, boyish, young, sweet, horny, just an inch
further down and the head of his cock looms above me, shining and
wet, big wave hits the shore, my lips caress just the tip as my
tongue darts around tasting his maleness.
Hands on his ass again I pull him down until his cock hits the
back of my throat. He is on his knees, his arms outstretched holding
him up, most of the sky is blocked from my view by his body above me.
Thrusting now, fucking my mouth, faster, harder deeper, I take all of
him down deep into me. His pubic hair keeps pressing against my nose as
he thrusts harder, faster, harder, faster. In the starlight his cock
is shiny and wet as it slides in and out of my face. My nose is now
filled with the scents of our passion, my breath, his cock, moistness
all over my face. He starts to grunt and moan still louder then he
thrusts deep as can be and I feel his whole body tremble and shake.
Warmth in the back of my throat, salty, pleasure, Jamie, dream boy,
he is cumming.
He keeps pumping more and more inside me, I feel it in my throat,
he starts to pull out and I catch the last few drops on my tongue.
Sweet Jamie, lovely Jamie, I have given him what he wanted but could
not ask for. No need for teasing anymore. He collapses on top of
me. His cock still in my mouth, softer now, relaxed, sweaty. My
fingertips dance in patterns on his perfectly smooth little ass,
lightly, tenderly...
A crowd woke us up in the morning, gathered to watch the launch.
We were both still naked, huddled together in his bag. Quickly we
grabbed our shorts and it seemed no one had noticed two young guys
sleeping naked together. We stood up and looked at each other and
I just started to laugh. Someone had a radio, the countdown was
running down.
The launch was a testament to the awesome power of science. A
rumble from a mile away you could feel inside your chest. Spears
of fire as hot as Jamie's cock. The crowd went away finally
leaving Jamie and I alone again on our beach. Another night, we
used my bag, Jamie's was all sticky and sand inside.
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