BRIEF TIME AT STORM BAY.
gay / teenage / beginnings / briefs
By JonH jhimi7@hushmail.com
It was the third last day of our family holiday at Storm Bay and as usual I'd gone off walking by myself. We'd been coming here for the last two weeks of summer ever since I was 10, when I was a kid I loved the place but now at 16 I thought it was fucking criminal that I was still being dragged along on this 'traditional' family holiday. I'd almost been allowed to stay at home but then Mum heard that this friend of mine who was also 16 was going along on his families holiday, so having had my argument that no 16 year old goes away with his parents blown apart I had to get in the car for the four hour drive from the city to Storm Bay.
Storm Bay was one of those seaside towns that never seemed to grow, other towns we passed along the coast seemed to have new holiday apartments every year we passed but Storm Bay never got bigger than it's few shops, a couple of campsites and the houses where the locals lived. It's main problem was that it was built on the edge of a huge stretch of coast that had no beach, instead from the edge of town all the way up the northern coast for miles their was nothing but rocky outcrops with the ocean on one side and dense, dry bushes and tea tree's on the other. The town did face onto a decent beach which continued on all the way down south but it was inhospitable northern side of town that meant few holiday makers ever bothered to drive this far from the city.
I knew one of the reasons my dad wanted me to go on this holiday was to lose some weight, I'd stopped growing at 5'8, I'd always had a solid body but when I'd stopped playing football the previous year pretty much all the muscle I'd built up started to turn to fat. I could still flex some decent bicep muscles but around the guts I was looking abit heavy, I personally didn't give a shit about this but my dad (being a fat bastard) was sure that fat teenager's grow up to be fat adults and he didn't want me to go through the back trouble he'd had to put up with. He was convinced that the seaside air and sunshine was the cure to all, so the pressure was on to 'get active and get some muscle tone onto that pasty skin of yours'. My dad's desire for me to exercise meant I could disappear on longs walks for hours on end without being hassled.
The main reason I didn't want to go to Storm Bay this year was because I was going through one of those weeks when all I wanted to do was jack off. The final term of school had been full on and all I'd done was study, sleep and take exams so by the time summer holidays arrived I was as horny as hell and jacking off relieved the pressure. I'd never had the chance to get myself some proper sex, I'd tell myself and close friends that I was desperate to fuck a girl, I tried to make myself think of cunts when I jerked off but deep down in my guts I knew it was the thoughts of the guys cocks sinking into cunts that turned me on.
There was nowhere private enough to jerk off in the campsite we were staying in and seeing I was desperate to get my hand down into my underpants I decided to take a half hour walk up to an old public toilet block situated on the northern edge of town. Again I didn't want to admit it to myself but the fact was I was so fuckin' desperate I'd jerk off to a scrawled piece of graffiti if it was a picture of a cock. There'd been one picture in the end cubicle at school that I just knew had been done by some other horny desperate kid like myself and I'd jerked off in front of it heaps of times so with a rise in my briefs I headed towards the old public toilet to hopefully find something as horny.
The sun was beating down on my head and the ever present Storm Bay wind blew grit into my mouth but I didn't mind as the further away I got from the town and the other tourists the hornier I seemed to get. After twenty minutes of walking along a thin, barely used path I could see the toilet through the mangled looking tea tree's. Glancing back to check that I was alone I undid the zipper on my shorts and adjusted my stiff cock so that the head jutted out above the waistband of my briefs, feeling the warm wind blow onto my erection got me walking quickly to the toilet, hoping like hell it was empty I couldn't wait to feel my stiff shaft in my hand.
The toilet block looked older than I remembered, all the windows had been smashed out long ago and the sign reading 'men' was flaked and weather beaten. Sliding my hand down my briefs I felt my balls, sweat covered from the long walk I was glad to feel that they hadn't tightened too much, I approached the entrance eager to get started on my jerk off session.
Rounding the corner into the toilet entrance I quickly yanked my hand out from the front of my jocks and pulled the front of my t-shirt down over my crotch when I heard the scrape of someone's feet on the dry cement floor - just inside the door was this other kid a year or so older than me. We'd both really surprised each other, luckily he'd quickly turned his back to me so he didn't see me playing with my dick, he was dressed in only a pair of old light blue briefs that I noticed stretched tightly across his arse as he bent over to pick up his clothes. I didn't know his name but I recognised him from the Storm Bay grocery store where he worked, he was just under six foot with a medium build and light sandy coloured hair, the only thing I'd noticed about him the time I was in the store was that he had pimples all over his face and seemed pretty quite.
Once I was inside the toilet it was too late to walk out again so I made my way over to the rusted urinal, the handle to flush it had been pulled off but that didn't worry me as I knew I didn't need to piss. I took my now soft cock out of my briefs and held it, I tried like hell to piss but couldn't, I glanced over my shoulder to see if the other kid noticed I wasn't pissing and saw that still wearing only his briefs he was walking over to the urinal.
As soon as he saw the dry urinal in front of me he knew why I'd come here. He started to rub his cock through the thin fabric of his briefs. As far as I knew he was straight but I wasn't going to pass up the chance to see another guy jerk off, especially one that I'd never see again once the holiday was over. I took my t-shirt off and let my shorts drop to the floor so that we both stood there in nothing but briefs, aside from the colour they looked pretty much the same, I was wearing an old grey pair I'd had for years, the thin fabric had worn through abit under the crotch but I liked then because they were baggy and comfortable.
"I'm Darren" he said as he tugged at the crotch of his undies. "I'm Tom" was all I needed to say.
Both of us stood at the urinal and watched as the front of each others briefs started to tent out, small nobby cocks grew inside the fabric until we watched transfixed as our cock heads pushed against the fabric and slowly slid higher up until the cockheads pressed against our waistbands. It took only the occasional tug of my crotch to get my cock straining against the fabric, after only a minute or so our cock heads were well defined through the thin fabric.
He looked down at my crotch with his mouth half open, occasionally his tongue would dart out and make a quick sweep of his dry lips. I loved to watch his large hands as he fondled his own balls through the fabric - seeing another guy jerk off was beautiful, the confidence and ease with which he fondled himself showed that he'd had alot of practise. I was hornier than I'd been in along time so in a hoarse whisper I asked him to "show it to me".
"Can I see yours?" "Yeah sure" "Not here...I'm on my way to see someone" "Whattya mean?" "Through the tree's, he's up fishing off the rocks" "I dunno if I wanna meet someone else" "I only meet him sometimes...other times I just watch him...c'mon he's OK"
Darren went over quickly to his clothes, pulling his shorts up I got a glimpse of the meaty bulge in his underwear - that's all it took - gathering up my clothes I followed him out the door.
Heading towards the thick bushes Darren ducked his head under a low hanging tea tree branch and disappeared into the undergrowth, all I could think of was having another guy touch my cock so without hesitation I followed him in. Once we got through a couple of bushes I saw the thin sandy path Darren was following, we walked along in single file - my mind raced with things that could be done in such privacy - catching glimpses of the deep green ocean through small gaps in the tea tree's I could see we were close to the shore line and far from the tourists.
As the path widened a little the low hanging branches and twigs didn't scratch and claw at our bodies as much. Stopping quickly, Darren wrenched his shorts down and took off his shirt so once again I could see that meaty flaccid cock of his hanging in the front of his briefs.
"Take your clothes off"
I stripped down to my own briefs and adjusting my soft cock in the sweaty crotch of my underpants continued to follow Darren, it was great watching his arse in the fabric, two rounded slightly muscled mounds of flesh clinging against thin fabric - it was fucking hot and the damp line of sweat in the fabric over his crack was getting me hornier by the minute. I resolved to work on changing my 'gay thoughts' another time - tomorrow I'd think about cunt when I jerk off but this afternoon I just wanted to see another guy with a stiffy jutting up under briefs...
Darren turned around to face me, scratching his balls he lifted up a branch and told me to go through, we both entered a small clearing maybe 10 x 10 feet, again it was a private looking place, opposite where we came in was a gap in the bushes. At first all I saw was the rocky outcrop and gently heaving dark green sea but then I noticed a man standing alone out near the waters edge. He was in his early twenties, not much taller than me with a stocky build and thick muscled legs - I'd noticed all this after it'd hit me what he was wearing.
They were briefs for sure, when I first saw him standing out there on the rock I thought he must be getting changed into dry clothes or something. He'd squatted down and was looking through an old sports bag, I guessed he'd suddenly pull out a pair of shorts but instead he must have got some bait because he was fiddling around with his fishing hook, then standing up he cast his line a good twenty metres off into the ocean. Standing there wearing only cheap looking rubber sandals and a pair of dark, tight briefs he held his fishing rod with one hand and dragged on a cigarette.
Both Darren and I had squatted behind a bush as we took in the site of a man older than both of us, distracted by the hairy looking arse cheeks hanging out the back of his briefs we absentmindedly fondled out slowing expanding briefs.
"Who's that?" "His name's Mark. He lives just outside of town" "Won't someone see him out there?" "No way, he's been coming here all summer, n' so what if they do, from a distance it looks like he's wearin' Speedo's. Besides no one ever comes here" "How'd ya know he'd be here?" "Our special code. He leaves a fish hook in the toilet when he's going to be out here" "So he knows your here...are ya' going to say something to him?" "Yeah, in a minute."
I reached across and ran my finger up the taught sweaty fabric covering Darren's arse crack, he slightly writhed his arse as I felt the cool dampness...
"Have ya' ever seen his cock?" "Yeah, he pulls it out after I've done what he's asked" "Have ya' ever touched it" Darren looked over at me, his eyes showed that he recognised in me someone who had the same curiosities as him. "Never...he's only interested in woman" "But...?" "He's just a horny bastard. Says that the woman in this town are frigid so he has to get his thrills some other way" "So how's he get em?" "Heh...he stands out there in his jocks. I've seen him beat off out there ya' know" "Whatya' do for him" "We jerk off in front of each other" I rubbed the moist crack of Darren's briefs, he reached over and began to fumble around my fabric enclosed balls. "Yeah...?" "And he gets me to finger myself..."
Darren suddenly stood up and whistled. Mark turned around and with a leering smirk on his face started to scratch his balls. Adjusting what I could see from this distance was a decent sized cock inside his briefs he put down his fishing rod and started to slowly walk towards us.
"Darren mate..." He took his hand away from his crotch when he saw I was there. "So'k Mark, he's cool. His names Thomas" I was still squatting down and as soon as Mark caught site of the tent in front of my jocks he began fondling himself again. "From the city are ya' Tom?" "Yeah" "Where'd ya meet Darren?" "The toilet block" The smirk returned to Marks face as he looked at us both. "What were ya' doing there?" "I was goin' to have a wank but I met Darren" "Don't let Darren stop ya' mate. Ol' Darren here loves pullin' his meat" "Oh...good" "You two wanna stand up and have a look at each other"
Darren and I stood two feet away from each and faced Mark. For a few minutes the only sound was that of the ocean and the wind in the tea tree's. With little effort we'd all worked ourselves up some decent hardons. I could tell from the weight in front of Marks black briefs that he'd angled his cock so that it pointed sideways, judging by the head if he'd pointed it up it'd easily stick out the top of his waistband. How the fuck the girls in this town could be frigid around this cock I'd never know. I was proud of my cock but to see a fully developed man's cock in a pair of man sized briefs was fuckin' amazing.
"Tom, turn around and show Darren your arse" I turned so Mark could get a look at it before showing it to Darren. "Gotcha' self a sweaty crack there ay' Tom. Those pale lil' cheeks of yours look pretty hot and sweaty. You sweaty around the balls aswell are ya?" "Yeah" "Darren, why donch'a get down there and suck some a' that city boy sweat outta his jocks"
Darren squatted down and putting his hands either side of my thighs, rubbed his nose into by brief covered crack. I could feel him sucking at the sweat drenched fabric, working his way up and down the crevice of my young arse I couldn't help but squeeze my own cock through the taught grey fabric. Mark was slowly stroking his cock through the black fabric of his weather worn briefs as he watched us perform our tasks.
"I wanna' taste Darren's jocks" I blurted out. "I knew ya' would. Tom ya' a horny lil' cunt aren'tcha'. Go on Darren let him down on your arse"
The light blue fabric of Darren's briefs had a definite line of sweat running up his crack, inhaling deeply the smell of the nearby ocean couldn't take away from the smell of sweat and the hidden aroma of young man's arse. Using both hands I cupped his arse cheeks and took in the surreal site of an arse like my own, their was more hair running down from under his cheeks but as I gently kneaded the mounds of buttock I realised I could have been playing with my own arse.
The tang of the sweaty material seemed to spread across my tongue as I lapped up the damp fabric, once my wide tongue had flicked at the top of his waistband I let it travel a little higher into the small of his back, he shuddered as my rough wet tongue tasted to coolness of his skin. Lowering my head I pursed my lips I planted them onto his crevice and began to suck at the thin cotton, I had to steady myself with my hands on his thighs as the pungent taste of sweat began to fill my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could, my nose was pressed against to fabric and took in the heady smell of another young man. This is what I taste like, this is what I smell like I thought to myself as I continued to draw sweat from Darren's briefs.
Darren's fingers reached around and hooked up under the elastic bottom of his briefs, I felt the fabric I was sucking contract as it sunk between the cheeks of his arse, pulling my head away I could see his pale, slightly pimpled arse cheeks with his pale blue briefs bunched tightly up his crack.
"Like a chicks g-string ain't it Tom...why don't you do the same and show us abit of that arse of yours"
Bending over and pointing my arse towards them both as lewdly as I could I wrenched my briefs up between my arse cheeks and parting them as much as I could I didn't stop until I could feel the warm sea air blowing at my fleshy mounds.
"You know what a 69'er is Tom?" "Yeah" "Why don't you two show me a 69'er"
From the way Darren and I lay down on the sandy ground and awkwardly arranged our bodies it was clear neither one of us had ever done this before but teenager's see enough porn magazines to know your head goes between the other persons legs. My cock was nearly bursting through my briefs and when I got down and looked at Darren's' crotch I could see his hardon straining aswell but glancing up at the glazed lustful eyes of Mark as he watched us I could see that the two bodies clad in only 'g-strings' was fulfilling some secret jack off fantasy he had.
At the same time we nuzzled our faces deep into each others crotch. I lapped at the damp hairs poking out from under the elastic edge of Darren's jocks and with a little effort I could get the point of my tongue under the elastic to taste to private musky moisture in between his young, heavy thighs. Drawing my head back I could see Darren's tongue and spit drenched lips lapping at my shaft, I slowly humped it into his waiting, drooling mouth until the cock head was inches from his mouth. He covered it with his mouth and began to suck the steady flow of pre-cum right through the cotton, from the feel of suction on my piss slit and I could see that fabric didn't stop him getting a taste of cock juice.
The moisture of pre-cum had well and truly soaked Darren's undies, it wasn't hard to see his cock head through the thin fabric and I planted my lips right on top of the shining wetness that I knew to be his piss slit. Like two suckling animals we drew all the small amount of young man piss and cock juice out of each other, we sucked on that fabric until it was warm and wet with our own spit. Occasionally we'd reached our hands down between our legs and lightly rub at our cocks to get that salty pre-cum flowing steadily.
Licking around Darren's balls I could smell and taste the almost fishy smelling sweat of a guy man's crotch, I was groaning and writhing my hips slowly and firmly into his face as I revelled in the privacy of another young crotch. Thinking of Darren's hard on as it strained and tented his jocks and trouser fabric as he worked quietly in the grocery store made me all the more desperate and all the more horny - for once the two of us were going to know what it felt like to 69 each other like adults. Grinding my crotch into his face I was determined to leave his face coated in the wetness and aroma of my cock, my arse and my briefs.
"You're like a coupla' leso's down there with ya' lil' g-strings on. Fuck you lil' hips can move" Mark stood above us and had picked up the speed with which he rubbed the cock in his briefs. "Why doncha' have a look at each other's holes"
I'd looked at my own arsehole heaps of times at home and had loved the way it opened and closed when I beat off so I wanted to see Darren's do the same. He must of been has horny as me as I felt his fingers digging into my arse crack as it tried to pry the underwear fabric out. I dove my fingers into Darren's crevice and felt the moist warm dampness of his crack, hooking my fingers under the brief fabric I hoistered them out into the air until I held a sweat drenched, scrunched up piece of fabric. Darren had done the same to me and I felt the cool breeze blowing against my now exposed arse crack. Leaving our cocks still encased in the front of our briefs we pulled the rear waist band down until they rested just under the arse cheeks.
Wrenching each others arse cheeks apart we got to see each other's cracks and pouting, puckered holes. Darren's sweaty fleshy arse cheeks parted and I could smell the private secret aroma of another teenage arse, the reddy brown tinge to the skin was coated in light sandy coloured hair and I watched transfixed in lust as his hole opened and closed slightly to the light touch of my finger.
"That's it Tom, touch his hole...fuck, look at it twitch ay mate...." A drop of sweat fell from Marks forehead onto Darren's upturned bum cheek as he hovered above me taking in the site of my curiosity and lust.
With a groan and a heave of my hips I felt Darren's finger break through the ring of my arse, I could feel his fingernail gently but firmly finger me, pushing my arse muscles like I'd done in private I knew the pursed hole would open slightly to his touch. Darren did the same and the lips of his hole opened slightly to reveal a shiny dark red rim that I nudged against with the tip of my finger.
"You close mate?" Mark asked as he twisted at his cock head through his own sweat soaked briefs "Yeah" was all I could groan. "I wanna see ya' grind ya' hips"
Darren knew what this meant, I felt the tip of his finger pop out my hole and swivelling around he lay on his back, rubbing his rock hard cock I could see it was gonna blow soon. Pulling the cock head out from under his waistband I saw the dark purple head had a steady flow of cock juice glistening at the tip, I did the same and got the familiar site of my own cock head jutting out the top of my undies. Raising his arms up to greet me I lay on top of Darren and ground my cock into his writhing hips, our stiff cocks wrestled against each other as the heat and sweat poured from our horny young bodies.
Mark had pulled down the front of his black briefs and heaved his heavy steel hard cock out into the air, he moved around us taking in all the goans and grinding going on in front of him, he was going as mad as us with greedy lust.
Darren and I lay on our sides as we continued to rub our bodies hard into each other, reaching down we rubbed at each others cock head until the palms of our hands were shining with one another's pre-cum. Rubbing the slimy juice onto the cloth covering our balls we'd gaze up and love the effect we were having on Mark. I could see by the quickening pace at which his fist pummelled at his cock that he was close and his eye's darted around our bodies and burned with lust.
I pushed my cock head into Darren's outstretched palm and pushing against him squeezed out more cock juice, Darren held up his hand so that Mark could have a look young dick juice and that's what made him snap. With outstretched arms he dropped his heavy body on top of us until we were covered my this huge, heavy twenty year old, the hairs on his legs scraped against mine, wet heat and sand stuck to our bodies. I was so damn close to blowing...
Mark was in the push up position above our bodies and he started to hump and grind that huge fuckin' cock of his into our legs, Darren and I reached under him to feel his cock head and the cock juice I squeezed onto my palm I brought up between me and Darren's face and we licked at it like lapping animals. Mark humped and humped at our bodies, his hot breath came in louder and louder gasps...he looked down at our slimy wet hard ons....we all started to grunt and grunt and grunt in small deep breaths...I felt a shot of warm cum shoot up my chest...I looked down to see Darren's cock slit spewing white cream onto my body and the ground....suddenly a huge shot of burning white cum hit me right on the cheek...Mark was blowin' his load with a loud groan that filled the clearing...at the same time he looked down and saw my lewdly jutting cock send ribbon after white ribbon of teenage jizz shooting into the air...all of us concentrated the last of our loads onto the three heaving, sweaty chests until they shone with glistening cum and sweat.
Mark lowered himself down on top of our bodies and we lay there happily supporting his heavy body as he caught his breath...no one said a word as we lay there with chests heaving lightly as we took in the feeling of being well spent...sweat drenched briefs were caked in sand, grit crunched lightly in our mouths....but we didn't give a fuck...I guess places never change, only people....
By JonH Once again I hope this story is OK. It's great to get some feedback - good, bad or indifferent it's all appreciated. So write why doncha' to: jhimi7@husmail.com