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Chapter 4: The North End, Part III
You know that feeling you sometimes get where you feel awkward, ashamed or embarrassed after shooting your load? Nothing -- NOTHING -- could compare to this moment -- laying on my the beach towel on my stomach with gobs of cum coating my towel, my pubes, my tummy, even part of my chest I was sure.
How many ropes of cum did I shoot while Ryan was massaging sunscreen on my back, legs and hips? I lost count after the first three or so. Now he's on his own towel laying next to me, laying on his tummy, waiting for me to return the sunscreen favor. Did he have any idea what he just did to me?
"Come on, man! I'm cooking over here!" he said, looking over at me, his arms crossed under his chin, cradling his head.
"Uhh..." I started. "I don't know how to tell you this, but..."
"Hey Ryan!" someone shouted from down the beach.
Ryan turned his head away from me. "Colin!" he shouted back to the guy, a tall 15 or 16-year-old (I guessed) with brown wavy hair and green boarder shorts. Like Ryan, he looked like he had some ab and peck muscles coming in, but weren't quite there yet. "What's going on man?"
"Sup? Frisbee?"
"Later," Ryan said with a wave.
The whole conversation lasted less than eight seconds, but I used that time to turn my back to Ryan, prop myself up on my side and use the corner of my beach towel to wipe up as many globs of cum off me as possible. The way Ryan was positioned, he wouldn't be able to see the cum on my towel. I hoped to God it would dry fast.
He turned back to me. "So what don't you know how to tell me?"
"I...uh...I think I'm out of sunscreen?" I lied. "Or, actually, it's a higher SPF and I don't want to run out of it." Nice save. "Think I can use yours instead?"
Ryan shot me a skeptical look. "That's what you wanted to tell me?"
I shrugged. He nodded.
"Where is it? Your boarder shorts?"
He shot me a weird look. "My what? Boarder shorts?" I pointed at the shorts he'd moved to the edge of his towel. "Oh, my BOARD shorts," he said.
"Oh, is that what they're called? I don't surf, I don't know."
He smiled. "It's all good man. Yeah, just grab it out of the pocket."
I kneeled down next to his hips, perpendicular to his body -- the same way he knelt next to mine. I reached over and grabbed the tube of sunscreen out of his pocket, popped open the snap top and squirted a decent amount onto my hands, working it into a lather.
I leaned over to rub the cream on his shoulders, trying to massage them the same way he did mine. He lowered his head onto his arms, turning his face away from me. "Nice man," he said, "feels good. You're doing a good job!"
"Thanks," I said. Still leaned over him, I moved my hands down the small of his back, working my palms into his skin.
And that's when it happened: A glob of jizz I somehow missed on my tummy dripped right on his back! Panicked, I scooped the remaining cum off my stomach, then looked at the teen cream that fell on his skin. Without thinking, I took my fingers and massaged it into his back -- maybe he didn't feel it, maybe he wouldn't notice it. Maybe it felt just like sunscreen.
He didn't move. Didn't say anything. Didn't make any noise. Whew, I thought to myself as I grabbed the tube of sunscreen and re-applied it to my hands.
I worked my way down his legs, rubbing each one individually with both hands. I didn't notice his leg muscles when he was standing up, but now that I could feel them, they definitely stood out to me.
"Are you a runner?" I asked him.
"Nah," he said. "Not really. Leg weights man."
"Oh, gotcha." He clearly knew why I was asking. I leaned over to rub his other leg, my limp dick cradled in my bals, both swinging freely as I leaned over. The one good thing about busting my load just a few minutes earlier -- I wasn't awkwardly rubbing this hot stud down with a massive erection.
"All done," I said when I finished up his legs.
"Uh, aren't you forgetting something?" he said, looking back at me with a smile.
"What?"
"These?" he said, flexing his butt muscles, causing each one to jiggle ever so slightly.
"Oh," I stammered. "You...you want me to?"
"Well, I don't want my tush to burn!" he said with a laugh.
"Alright, let me reapply," I said nervously. I squeezed some more lotion into my palms, rubbed them together, then slowly lowered them onto his butt, one hand on each cheek. I did my best to smear the lotion on as much as possible, as fast as possible, so I could spend the least amount of time in that region. Even though I was fully naked, rubbing down another fully naked guy whose own massage had triggered a towel-stained orgasm, nerves still got the better of me, and I was terribly afraid of messing up the moment.
After spending less than 10 seconds on his butt, I proclaimed again: "Okay, done. This time, for real."
"Thanks, man!" he said, positioning his face down into the fold of his arms. I went back to my own towel and laid flat on my stomach. The cum had started to dry, but I could still feel a wetness against my skin.
"You going back to sleep?" he asked from inside his arms.
"Haven't decided yet," I said. "Might read some more of my book."
"You should check out the water," he suggested. "It's pretty good right now."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah man."
"How come nobody's in it right now?" I observed, noting everyone seemed to be on their own towels, in clusters of small groups -- eating, laying down, chatting.
"If you wait until 3 or 4, the water is amazing," Ryan replied. "The tide is a little lower, you can go out farther and the water is a bit hotter. Though the temperature is warmer too."
"Yeah, feels about mid-80 degrees right now," I remarked. "Supposed to get into the low-90s today."
"Just wait until this summer," he said. "This place gets lit!"
I looked at the clock on my phone: 1:15 p.m. I lifted my head and looked around. I counted roughly three dozen guys on the beach now -- not a girl in sight, which didn't stand out as too odd to me. This definitely seemed like a hangout place for guys -- though I could have sworn Ryan, or maybe it was Dan, told me girls came here too. Well, either way, there weren't any around right now. Maybe eventually.
What's the etiquette for scoping out the crowd? I thought to myself. As long as I spend just a few seconds looking, I don't see what the harm is. Just don't stare, I thought.
I scanned the shore, taking in the different guys. Unlike earlier in the day when the population was about evenly-split between half-dressed and completely undressed guys, the half-dressed guys seemed to have the advantage now. But even so, they were just barely dressed -- there was a group of guys dressed in fashion jocks sitting on a beach blanket near a large boulder. One of the guys looked to be about 20, a light-skinned Hispanic with a white jock with a pouch that definitely made his junk look bigger. Or maybe that was just his junk. I salivated at the thought of what might be underneath it.
Next to them were two guys sharing a single towel. Both of them looked like they could be around our age -- maybe closer to Ryan than mine. Even though they were some distance away, I could see one guy rubbing the chest of the other with his hand as both laid on their backs, staring at each other.
It was at that point that I noticed Ryan and I were a distance away, not just from those two groups of guys, but from everyone in general. The crowd was at least 50 yards away from us. I wondered why Ryan picked this spot over everywhere else. Maybe he likes to stand out from the crowd, or maybe he was trying to be polite for my first time by creating a buffer between me and everyone else. Either way, people had to walk in front of us to get to the main crowd, so I wondered how well-thought out his plan might've been. Or maybe I was over-thinking things.
"Hey," I called to him. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, what's up man?"
"Are you hungry?"
"Kind of, what do you have?"
"Uh..." I started. "...nothing?"
"You have a big bag full of shit and none of it is food?" he said, lifting his head from his arms and glancing in my direction with his trademark grin.
"I eat before I come here," I replied. "Or sometimes afterward. Skipped breakfast today though. So are you hungry?"
He shrugged. "I could eat. There's a diner up the road from the path. It's a bit of a hike, but the food is good. I'd offer to drive..." He flipped onto his stomach, his cock now in full view. Damn. "...but by the time we got back the parking would be hell."
"Understandable, I don't mind the walk."
"You might," he said with a chuckle. "We gotta walk back up the hill, and then walk up the road. Good workout though. I'll be hungry then for sure!"
"Cool," I said. "When do you want to go?"
"Few more minutes here," he said. "Gotta give my front some exposure, you know?" He reached for his foreskin, giving it a gentle tug between his fingers, then grabbed his balls and gave them a slight stretch too.
"Mmm," he said.
"Alright then," I replied, grabbing my book and thumbing through the pages.
A few minutes went by with us both laying on our backs, Ryan with his arms under his head. Both of our bodies on full display to the world, with his taking the award for best in show.
Ten minutes later, Ryan sat up on his shoulders. "Yo Jamie, I gotta take a leak, then we can head to the diner, cool?"
"Sounds good to me," I responded, looking up from my book. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Over there," he said, pointing to the boulder where the beach blanket guys and the couple on the towel were still positioned. "Everything beyond that boulder is rock. There's some sand closer to the hill, but it's mostly rock. They're smooth, and when the tide is low, you can walk right over them. If you ever need to take a leak, there's a handful of small boulders over there. Guys go behind them and do their thing."
"Good to know," I said. I mean, there's also probably a bathroom at the diner, I thought, but hey, this works too.
Ryan stood up on his towel. "I'll be back," he said, and before I had a chance to respond, he dashed north towards Pee Rock.
I took the opportunity to grab my phone. The last message was from Dan from about an hour earlier. I re-read it: "You've got a surprise waiting for you at home! Haha. Hope you're enjoying the beach!"
I texted him back: "The beach is great. What's the surprised?"
A minute went by, and then: "You'll find out I guess. What are you up to?"
I shot him a reply: "Waiting for Ryan. Heading to a diner in a few minutes for some food. You're treating."
A few minutes later: "You'd better not use that card I gave you! Emergencies only bro."
"You don't want me to die, right?" I replied. "Need food else die."
"Fine," he conceded a few minutes later. "But don't go crazy. So where'd you guys wind up?"
"North end," I said. "Just where you left me."
"Hahahaha! You serious?"
"Yeah. It's not bad. Sun's good. View's great."
"Bet it is. What did you guys get up to?"
"I'll tell you about it later." Ten minutes had gone by, and still no Ryan. Must've been one hell of a piss.
"You'd better," he replied. "I'm picking you up at 3:30."
"We might be at the diner. Kind of wanted to come back here after that."
"Going that well, huh?" he texted. "I have to be home at 5 though so I gotta pick you up at 3:30. Text me where you are before then."
"Okay," I said. Well, that sucked. I had wanted to come back to the beach after our food run. I thought about toughing it out, skipping the diner and making Dan stop off somewhere and buy me something to eat, if it meant staying at the beach a little longer. On the other hand, I was starving.
Where the hell was Ryan? I thought. Looking at my phone, it was now fifteen minutes since he said he was going to take a leak. Who pees for fifteen minutes?!
I decided to go looking for him. Reaching into my bag, I grabbed my grey boxer-briefs and my cargo shorts. I stood up on the towel and pulled my legs into the boxer-briefs. Up came the cargo shorts. I folded my towel up, making sure to put the cum-stained part on the inside of the fold so it wouldn't rub up against anything else in the bag. I stuffed the towel into the bag next to the book and my shirt. With my underwear and my shorts out of the bag, I had just enough room for Ryan's "board shorts" and towel. For a split second, I thought about just leaving everything for a second, but I couldn't shake the worry that our stuff might walk away.
I grabbed his towel and his shorts and stuffed them into my bag. Thank God he had the common sense to wear his flip flops to Pee Rock, or I'd have run out of room. I slipped my own sandals on and headed north toward the boulder.
When I reached it a few minutes later, I stopped off at the blanket with the group of guys. There were five guys in all, each dressed in a different style fashion jock. Up close, I got to check out the light-skinned Hispanic -- particularly his junk nestled safely in the pouch of his jock. I still couldn't tell if it was all natural or an optical illusion courtesy of the cloth fabric.
"Hey," I said in his direction. "I'm looking for a friend of mine. We were sitting over there..." I pointed south at the patch of sand where Ryan and I had laid our towels out "...but I didn't want to leave our stuff there. Can I leave my stuff here for a second?"
"Sure," he said, his slightly effeminent voice leaving no doubt in my mind that, yes, he definitely preferred the company of dudes, as if being surrounded by guys wearing jocks wasn't enough of a clue.
"Thanks, I'll just be a second. I think he went behind the boulder."
"No problem, take your time, we'll be here!"
"Thanks again," I said, putting up my hand in a wave as I turned to head around the boulder.
I navigated around the boulder in less than a minute, the water low enough that I was able to walk around it without having to worry about getting anything wet. The first thing I noticed: There were a lot of smooth rocks, nature's stepping stones, going for at least 10 yards. In front of those were several smaller boulders, similar to the one I'd just walked around, lined up in a row starting in the ocean and ending on a small patch of sand near the hill. A decent-sized gap sat in-between each one of them, too small to see around but large enough that a man could easily walk through them.
I took my sandals off and held them in my hand. On the smooth rocks, I figured my bare feet offered better traction than wet rubber soles. I began my journey over the stones, putting my arms out, balancing them with one sandal in each hand. About halfway through my journey, I was really glad I decided to put my shorts back on -- this must've been tough in the buff. I wondered, if Ryan was actually over here, how he managed to do it.
Three-quarters of the way over the stones, I paused for a moment to take in the sights. I turned around, facing south in the direction I'd just come from. The large boulder -- Pee Rock, I think I called it earlier -- sat majestically on the shore. From my angle, you couldn't see around it, and for the first time, I realized that nobody on the beach could see me in that moment either. Total seclusion, but still in the open.
I looked out toward the ocean. The sound of the waves moving in and out filled the space around me, the screech of seagulls interrupting the flow every few seconds. In the distance, I spotted two pelicans diving face-down toward the water. Their sheer speed made it seem like they'd crash right into the ocean. Instead, they merely dipped their beaks into the water -- one caught a fish, the other chased after the first.
I turned my attention toward the line of small boulders in front of me and started again in that direction, timing my steps with the waves and calculating each move so I wouldn't stumble. As I got closer to the boulders, I heard a faint sound -- one that didn't sound like it was coming from waves or birds. One that sounded familiar.
The sound became clearer and louder the closer I got. "Mmm..." then a pause. "Ohh..."
Then nothing. I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me. I shrugged off the sound, and my mind went right back to Ryan. Where was he? If he wasn't over here somewhere...
I made it in front of a small boulder surrounded by the same stepping stones. When I reached it, I heard the sound again: "Mmm...ohhh." Maybe some kind of animal? And then: "Ohhhh yeahhh..."
I slowly and quietly maneuvered around the rock, peeking my head over the side. Beyond the gap, the stepping stones subsided, gradually leading to a small sandy area cut off by a seawall.
"Ohhh...yeahhhhh..."
I stepped onto the sand and looked further around the rock. There, standing about 20 feet, was Ryan, his right side toward me. A young guy in board shorts kneeled in front of him, his lips wrapped tightly around Ryan's massive erection. It was Colin, the guy who waved to Ryan earlier in the day shortly after my massage-induced orgasm.
"Ohh fuck yes!" Ryan moaned loudly, his hands placed on the back of Colin's head, his fingers drumming on the wavy brown hair of the young twink. "Just like that Col."
I couldn't hear Colin's reply over the waves. But I could see he was enjoying himself. For a brief second, Colin took his mouth off Ryan's dick. He gazed up at Ryan approvingly.
For the first time, I got to see Ryan's erect dick in all its glory. It was definitely over 6 inches, maybe 7 inches, the foreskin pulled all the way back revealing a pinkish-purple mushroom head. Erect, his dick curved ever so slightly upward; otherwise, it stuck straight out from his body.
Colin repositioned himself on his knees and placed a hand inside his own shorts, adjusting what must've been his own boner. I was too far away to make out any outline in his shorts -- and, frankly, given what I was watching, I was a bit surprised he still had his shorts on. He must've had his reasons.
Ryan released the grip on his dick. Colin leaned forward, stuck his tongue out and licked the tip of Ryan's dick, encircling the head like a lollipop.
"Fuck yes, Col!" Ryan shouted as he threw his head back in ecstacy. Colin took his hand, wrapped it around Ryan's shaft and began massaging his dick up and down. His mouth bobbed again on Ryan's head, his hand massaging Ryan's shaft in tandem.
"Fuck yeah, Col! FUCK! Fuck!" He tilted his head down to Colin and inhaled sharply. "Just like that! Oh fuck yeah!"
Colin's hand released Ryan's shaft. His head pulled off Ryan's dick. Colin looked up at Ryan again. Ryan smiled, grabbed his dick with his left fist and rubbed it against Colin's face.
"You like that?" I heard him say to his kneeling friend. Colin mumbled something, but I couldn't make it out. I'll never forget what I saw next, though: Colin batted Ryan's hand away from his shaft. He cupped his lips around Ryan's dickhead and moved forward, slowly taking inch by inch down his throat until his nose was buried in Ryan's soft, blond pubic hair.
"FUCK! YES!" Ryan moaned as he tilted his head back again.
As hot as this was, I started to worry they might see me. Coming over here, I thought, they must've wanted privacy. I quietly turned around and headed back over the rocks, pausing every few seconds to see if I could still heard the teen blowjob going on in the distance.
My timing was both good and bad: The waves got rougher, drowning out whatever sounds Ryan and Colin might have been making -- and also sending copious amounts of water over the stones, making them more slippery. I quickly leaped from rock to rock, struggling a bit.
After about 10 minutes, I made it back to Pee Rock. I quickly maneuvered around it, finding that group of guys still spread out on their beach blanket.
"Find your friend?" the light-skinned Hispanic said when he saw me.
"Nah," I lied. "He might be farther north, but the waves were too rough, I couldn't get over there."
"Sucks," he said. "You want to wait for him here?"
"Uh, that's okay," I said nervously, trying to form cohesive thoughts while the images of Ryan getting head from Colin continued to play out in my mind. "I gotta go. Thanks for watching my things!"
He replied, but I didn't pay attention. I grabbed my bag and headed south for the sand where Ryan and I were laid out.
I spread my towel back out, leaving Ryan's stuff in the bag, and grabbed my phone. Nothing from Dan in a while. Boy would I have a story for him later...
I grabbed my book for a distraction. I must've re-read each paragraph three or four times, struggling to make sense of the text while continuing to be distracted by my thoughts of Ryan and Colin. A small wave of jealousy set in -- I wish that had been me on my knees, I thought to myself -- but overall, I was grateful that I had a chance to see what I saw. Not many guys got to see an incredibly hot friend strip down in front of them and get a hot blowjob from another cute guy in the span of a few hours. I considered myself lucky.
Ten minutes later, Ryan interrupted my thoughts, running back to the towel, his limp uncircumcised dick flopping up and down with each step. Following behind him was none other than Colin, still dressed in his green board shorts.
"Sorry about that man!" Ryan said. "Ran into a friend. Jamie, this is Colin."
"Hey Jamie," Colin said when he caught up. He put his hand out. "How's it going man?"
I shook it. "Not too much, thanks. Good to meet you Colin."
Ryan turned to Colin: "Jamie and I were going to head to the diner for some food. You in?"
"Nah, just ate not too long ago," Colin replied, wiping his chin with the back of his mouth and making Ryan blush.
I wonder what THAT was about, I thought to myself, knowing full well what that was about.
"Suit yourself," Ryan said with a smile. "I'll catch up with you later."
"Cool, later!" Colin said. He turned around and jogged up north toward the crowd. My attention turned back to Ryan.
"So, what have you been up to? Notice you're all dressed again."
"I still have my shirt off," I retorted.
"Shorts are back on," he countered.
"Well, I thought we were going to eat?" I inquired.
"Yup!" he said with a smile. "We are. You got my shorts?"
"Right here," I said, taking them out of my bag and handing them to him.
"Thanks man," he said. He reached into the pocket and grabbed his phone. He pointed it toward the ocean and snapped a photo. "Hold this for me?" he said, handing me his phone. I grabbed it. He stepped into his shorts one leg at a time, pulling them up and tying the drawstring.
"Shirt?" he asked. I grabbed mine out of the bag and put it on. "No, not yours," he said, "mine!"
"Oh, oops." I said, still a little distracted by what I'd seen earlier. "Right, here you go."
"Thanks again!" he said. He pulled the tank top over his head, then put his arms on his hips. "Let's go!"
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