A FEW DAYS FROM THE SUMMER VACATION
Part One: The Beginning of the Vacation.
I arrived in this seaside town hoping to spend a month. The sea, the air, and the presence of distant relatives here – that's what determined my choice. The relatives welcomed me warmly and gave me a guest house. To be more precise, it's a little shed with a creaky double bed, a small wardrobe, and an old TV. There was also a washbasin with cold water. All other facilities were in the yard.
I asked the neighbor's boy which way the wild beach was.
"The one where everyone's naked? Over there," he waved his hand towards the sea.
"No, you didn't understand me.
It's a stretch of seashore where no one ever is, neither in summer nor winter."
"Ah, now I get it. Take the bus towards the railway station. Ask the driver to stop at the bridge. That's about a twenty-minute ride. You get off and walk along the stream towards the sea." I thanked him for such a detailed explanation. "By the way, the water in the stream is cold and you can drink it," he added.
The next day I set off for the wild shore, taking with me the bare essentials for relaxation: a mat, a towel, an entertainment magazine, a player, sunscreen, cigarettes, and a camera. I didn't even put my swim trunks in the backpack, so they wouldn't be a bother. I was wearing just shorts, a T-shirt, and a baseball cap, and black sunglasses, of course. On the way to the bus station, I bought some fruit to stave off hunger until dinner.
I reached the shore more or less safely, if you don't count slipping a couple of times on the wet stones of the stream and, accordingly, getting my sneakers wet. But I was rewarded with an amazingly deserted beach and the clearest water of the warm sea. Finding a spot among the huge boulders with fine pebbles, I laid out the mat and shed my simple clothes.
Before rushing into the sea, I took out the camera and decided to capture myself on the first day of vacation. Setting the camera on a suitable boulder, I turned on the self-timer and took pictures of myself from several angles. I decided I would photograph myself periodically until the last day to document the tan, so I could brag to my friends later. Good photos could be posted online.
Several days of my vacation passed just splendidly. Nothing and no one disturbed my solitude, and the weather favored me. My body was acquiring an excellent tan and, thanks to the fruit diet, was shedding the small layer of fat that had accumulated over the long winter.
Part Two: The Acquaintance.
And so, probably on the seventh or eighth day, I don't remember exactly, my solitude was broken. I was in the water when I noticed the solitary figure of a young man trudging in my direction. Deciding it was time to return, I swam to the shore. Who knows, he might swipe the camera or wallet while I'm swimming back.
I had just come ashore when the kid walked around the boulder where I was settled, stopped, and stared at me.
"Hi," I said to ease the awkwardness of the mutual silence.
"Hi," he replied, continuing to look me over.
"What brings you so far out?"
"Yeah, well, collecting shells. There are lots here, not like on the city beach."
He looked about 18, well-developed but thin. His body was chocolate-colored from constant sun exposure, and the hair on his head was sun-bleached. On his narrow hips were once-white, now grayish briefs; apparently, the guy swims in the sea and wears them daily.
"You should wear something on your head. The sun's scorching, your head might ache by evening."
"Ah, it's fine, I'm used to it. And you, what – a vacationer?" I nodded. "Where are you from?" I answered. "Wow! Never been there. A big city?"
"Big and beautiful. You'll have time, you're young." I sat down on the mat; luckily, it was already in the shade of the boulder and not so hot. "Have a seat." The guy sat down next to me.
"So, you wear nothing on your head, but you put on briefs. You can go without them here, let your butt get some sun."
"Yeah, it was awkward to take them off. We always swim naked with the guys. Look." He stood up and shed his long-unwashed briefs. Indeed, his butt had the same tan as his back. Tossing them aside, he sat back down on the mat. I wanted to get a look at his front equipment, but the guy clamped his knees together.
Deciding to smoke, I reached for the pack of cigarettes lying on the open pages of my entertainment magazine, which was not intended for the juvenile part of the readership. The guy followed my gaze and gasped.
"Wow! Let me see." His eyes lit up.
"Isn't it a bit early for you to look at such things?" I asked a clearly stupid question. Buying porn isn't a problem these days.
"Nah. I've seen more than just pictures. You can see live action on the beach in the evening. Come on, give it," he whined, and I handed him the magazine.
I don't know what feelings he experienced while looking at the magazine, but the guy was clearly aroused. He lay on his stomach and carefully looked page by page. The magazine was of gay and bisexual orientation, and certain conclusions could be drawn from that. Which he did, putting the magazine aside after viewing.
"You're not a homo, by any chance?" he asked quietly.
"Why do you think that? Do you have something against them?"
"Well, the magazine's like that. Then your dick is shaved, and also that, what's it called, I forgot, well, those things in your chest." He meant the piercings in my nipples: I had silver barbells with balls on the ends inserted. "And I don't particularly object to them. On the contrary, it's even interesting."
I decided to enlighten the guy on these matters.
"Well, first, not 'dick,' but 'cock.' Second, you don't shave it, there's nothing to shave on it; you shave the pubic area where hair grows, and the balls, so it's beautiful, neat, and the whole body tans. Got it?" He nodded. "And third, these are piercings in the nipples. Well, because I like it that way. What's your name? I'm Gennady, by the way."
"Lyokha," he said in a bass voice.
"Well, nice to meet you. Let's go swimming, Lyokha, it's gotten a bit hot." I stood up and headed for the water. Wading in up to my ankles, I looked back, but the guy was still lying there. "Hey, Lyokha. Come on."
"I can't," he shouted.
"What's wrong? Let's go."
"I can't," he repeated, and added, embarrassed: "My dick's hard."
I had to go back for him.
"What's the big deal. Haven't I seen a hard cock before? Give me your hand." He timidly extended his thin but sinewy hand, and I helped him up. "It'll go away in the water. Let's go."
"I'd rather jerk off first, and then take a swim," he muttered gloomily.
"We'll have time for that later, we've got time," I said and dove into the water. Lyokha followed me.
After half an hour of splashing around in the warm, gentle water, we came ashore and lay down right on the pebbles. After catching our breath and drying off, we moved to the mat, under the protection of the boulder's shade. I lit a cigarette and began asking Alexei about his life, his family. He said he was finishing school next year and would probably go into the army. He lives with his mother, who works at the local bread factory, and he himself works part-time in the summer to help his mother – cleaning up the local market after trading hours.
"Tell me, do you jerk off too?" he asked with interest.
"Of course. But it's called by a more civilized word – masturbation. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you said yourself we'd have time for that. I thought adults didn't do that, only kids like me, who girls don't give it to yet."
"I'm vacationing alone, and I want it too. Do you do it often?"
"Once or twice a day, sometimes more. In the morning when I wake up, my dick, I mean cock, is hard – can't help it, and in the evening before bed. And sometimes with the guys during the day too, if we see something interesting on the nude beach."
"You go peeping?"
"Yeah. It's interesting, after all."
"I see." Imagining young guys, as my newfound friend says, peeping at vacationers on the nudist beach and getting aroused from what they see, I couldn't help but smile. I remembered how in my youth I went to the bay with friends for the same thing.
"Oh, Gena. I have to go soon, or I'll be late for work."
"Let's take the bus, I'll give you a ride," I offered.
"Nah, I can't get on the bus, they won't let me on in just briefs," he objected. That's right too, I hadn't thought of that.
"What do you suggest?" Although I understood what he was hinting at.
"Well, let's jerk off to your magazine, and then walk along the shore to the city."
"Is it a long walk? I come here from the highway."
"Not too long, about forty minutes. But we can walk naked all the way to the city."
I estimated the time: twenty minutes to the highway, twenty minutes on the bus plus waiting for the bus, and decided to risk walking. I handed Lyokha the magazine and began watching his reaction. It took him less than a minute for his cock to start coming to life, increasing in size and hardening. He habitually wanted to lie on his stomach, but I stopped him.
"Hey, that won't do. I've already seen the magazine. This time I want to watch you to get aroused." He leaned his back against the boulder and stretched out his legs, and I had a perfect view of his already aroused cock, which he began playing with with his right hand, while turning the pages with his left.
This picture began to arouse me too. I began fondling my balls, pulling the skin of my scrotum, slowly uncovering and covering the head of my cock, and when my handsome stretched to its full length, filled with hot blood, Lyokha let out an admiring exclamation.
"Wow! I've never seen one that big. Can I touch it?" My cock, reaching nineteen centimeters, is my pride, and I graciously nodded. It's nice, damn it, when someone fondles it. He ran his palm along the entire shaft, touched my balls, and uncovered and covered the head several times. "Do you want me to jerk you off?" he asked quietly, and, without waiting for my consent, began masturbating me.
After coming violently, I lay in nirvana for a few minutes, experiencing the orgasm I had just received. Lyokha lay quietly beside me and, in all likelihood, was expecting reciprocal action from me. So as not to disappoint the guy, I had to take hold of his little member, but I didn't have to work long – Lyokha came quickly, apparently the long tension and anticipation of release took their toll.
We washed off in the sea, rinsing the semen from our bodies, and came ashore. I got the idea to take pictures, and I suggested Lyokha take some together as a keepsake. At first he refused, but I persuaded him. Placing him near our boulder and setting up the camera on the opposite rock, I turned on the self-timer and hurried to him, putting my right hand on his shoulders. The photo turned out wonderful, and I promised to send him the photo to his home address, as he didn't have a computer.
Gathering our things, we set off naked along the beach strip towards the city. When the path narrowed, I let Lyokha go ahead, as he knew this road well, and I followed him. His tanned butt served as my guide and sweetly beckoned to me. Apparently, I got so carried away contemplating it that I didn't notice how I got aroused: my scrotum tightened and my balls pulled up to the very root, and the shaft itself pointed at a 45-degree angle to the sky.
Apparently, Lyokha sensed something, stopped abruptly, and turned towards me, and I, moving forward by inertia, thrust my cock into his thigh.
"What's with you? You got hard again?" he asked reproachfully.
"As you see. I like your butt," I answered guiltily.
"So you are a fag after all," he declared.
"No, Lyokha, I'm bisexual: I like both guys and girls." I suggested he sit down to rest and smoke. We sat on the still-warm stones, and I began explaining to him the difference between representatives of sexual minorities, and other basics of sex, including same-sex.
"Tell me, Gena, does it hurt the one who gets fucked in the ass?"
"Well, at first it hurts everyone the first time, both guys and girls. And then they get pleasure and a kick." I told him about prostate massage and the like.
"We guys saw once how two guys were fucking: first they sucked each other off lying down, and then took turns in the ass." Apparently, this topic worried Lyokha and was close to him. "Tell me, Gen, isn't it disgusting for a guy to suck dick?"
"On the contrary, it's pleasant for both. You just have to strictly observe hygiene, so the cock is clean and smells nice. Here, tell me, wasn't it disgusting for you to take my cock in your hand today?"__P_END