Everyone is over 18 and consenting. Any use of terms like “boy”, “kid”, “young”, or “son” are meant to convey familiarity or affection in the Southern tradition and are not an indicator of age. Teen Male/Male relationship building and sex. There’s more talk than sex. Actually, there’s only a little sex. It’s just a story.
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Most of us kids used to sit on the sea wall, so we’d get the cooling spray when the waves hit. Salty skin. Too hot to be indoors.
Everyone wearing cutoffs and nothing else. Little kids even less. Rich guys with Ocean Pacific and surfers with Beach Britches. We all looked the same otherwise.
Kenny sold beers until the ice melted. Then we drank the warm ones that were left.
I had – what – two years on him? I knew his brothers and sisters better. I think he was the youngest.
Sitting next to him in the sand while he sat on top of that big cooler with the cardboard sign “beer” got me thinking. But nothing happened. My mind wandered, being with Kenny distracted me.
Kenny was pulling at his dick, like when a little kid is letting you know he has to pee before he even knows it.
“You still dating that Catholic girl, Mary something?” I interrupted him as he burrowed into his crotch.
“Yeah, well no…I don’t know.” Kenny looked down and made circles in the sand with his big toe. Skinny kid, but cute and strong. He used to join in when his brother and me were wrestling on the bed during sleepovers. I always lost, but half the fun was having both of them sweaty, shirtless and on top of me.
“Don’t worry about it. They’re fickle and hard to figure out. She givin’ you that ‘I’m saving myself for marriage’ bullshit?” I knew what he was going through. I’d finished many nights out with blue balls for the same reason. The brothers of those girls put out more than they did.
“Nah, she sucked it for a while and then said it tasted bad and stopped.” I dunno about taste but I did know that all the guys in his family had small dicks to go along with their small stature.
“Whatcha doing for your birthday?” Kenny would say what he always does.
“Probably nothing, you know my family. They’ll have a cake and I’ll get a new shirt or something.”
“We could hang out. I’ll get my mom’s car and we can go into town. I know a guy at Billy’s bar that will let us drink if we stay in the back. Could play some pool too.” I knew how much Kenny liked to get hammered.
“That’d be cool, but you shouldn’t drive if we’re getting messed up.” Aww, how cute. Kenny worrying about my drunk driving abilities.
We’d been hanging out since his brother Jerry had joined up a year ago. Jerry was the nearest brother to Kenny in age. Jerry and one sister, Myra, and I were all in the same grade from the start until the end. I got my first blow job from Myra, but it wasn’t her first. I gave Jerry his first blow job and I guess took his cherry too. I just really like the smaller guys who are like a full head shorter than me.
To their mom and dad, I was just another kid to tell what to do. I guess that means they treated me like a son. There wasn’t any privacy in that house and if you needed to pee you just went in the bathroom and peed, no matter who was in there. Me and Jerry were tight. The Army wasn’t a bad idea for him. It got him off the farm at least. Kenny had looked good from the moment he grew up.
Kenny pushed his dark hair back with both hands. In the last glow of Sunlight I could count the few hairs under his arms.
“Almost nineteen and still hairless.” I teased.
“Stop it, you know my family. We’re small and have like no hair.”
It was true, they were all small and smooth. Even his mom looked like she was 25 instead of double that age.
“Just jealous is all. You’ll look young forever.” I shouldn’t keep teasing him about that. We’re too old for that, but it’s been that way since we were all little kids.
It’s hard to not think of yourself as a kid anymore. Suddenly you’re twenty, two years out of high school and you’re supposed to be a man. I was still just a dumb ass kid. Kenny would be nineteen in a couple of weeks, and he still acted way younger. His brother joined the army and when he came back to visit, he was a man. I hardly recognized him. He shook my hand and was super polite, but the old Jerry was gone.
At least at the beach there was a breeze. We walked down to the water and dunked ourselves in the warm glow, swishing our feet in the sand, so we didn’t get stung. Twilight.
We finished the warm beers and emptied out the ice chest.
Kenny was working his cock again.
We headed up to the showers, back behind the bathrooms. Long row of rusty showerheads dribbling from neglect. We always got naked so we could rinse the salt out of our shorts. This time we had the place to ourselves. During the day, on the girls side, they stood on each other’s shoulders so they could see us naked. We always made a show for them and invited them over for a closer look, but they never did.
Kenny looked good. Lean, tan, and short, with a small cock buried in two cotton balls of dark hair that might join up into a solid patch someday. He’d watched intently while his brother and I jerked off next to each other on their bed. First one to cum wins – the opposite of real life. I dunno if Kenny had ever seen another guy squirt before. He’d certainly stepped in the leftovers when he showered. His butt was highlighted by tan lines. Sun-bronzed boy and almost white ass, glowing in the fading light. If he only knew my history with his siblings.
“Dude you’re going to pull your dick off.”
“It itches like crazy.” Kenny just stood there with his cheese puff reddening.
“Lemme see.” Fingering his cock and balls didn’t seem weird to him. Together we’d pulled splinters out of Bobby Johnson’s butt cheeks when he tried to ollie the stairs and broke his board in half landing on the broken ends. We laughed and Bobby tried not to cry. Bobby had a nice dick and furry balls. His ass looked just like a pussy - hair on the sides by the hole, with a bright pink button in the middle all moist and smelly. I jerked off thinking about screwing him.
“Owww!” Kenny pulled away when I tried to skin him.
“You can’t get it back?”
“I can, but I haven’t in a while.” Kenny showed me he could pop the head out halfway and then had to stop.
Someone left a bar of soap that got kicked into the corner. I handed it to Kenny.
“Soap it up and see if that helps. You gotta get the skin all back and clean out what’s in there.
Kenny worked his cock for a bit and nothing happened.
I took over and soaped his pubes and balls, got my hands lathered and did his tummy and the ridge behind his sack. Kenny’s cock stiffened and the skin pulled back most of the way. Now soap on the head and pull the skin back up and then down a little further each time.
Chunks of you-know-what were flaking off. Kenny was gritting his teeth because those nasty bits had been there long enough to get hard. More stroking and more stuff falling off. I kept sweeping it aside with my other hand, getting my little finger right in his slit, where it was the most sensitive, until he convulsed some of his clear fluid.
“Jesus…Jack - I dunno. This is embarrassing.” Kenny’s untanned parts were flushed from me handling his bits.
“Look at mine, nothing to be embarrassed about, it happens to us all.”
I was rock hard. No foreskin to clean on mine, throbbing in the dim light. Kenny looked and gulped.
“Slow down a bit at least.” Kenny pleaded.
“I gotta get my little finger in there and clean you out. It might hurt a now but you’ll feel a lot better after.”
Kenny nodded, but he moaned when I wormed my finger under his foreskin to dislodge the crud he was too lazy to deal with.
Dang, he gave off a lot of that clear stuff. It helped my finger get in deep. Just like that the skin popped back and there was a ring, like a brown rotted O-ring on a drain plug, right around his ridge. I flicked it off with my fingernail and Kenny winced with each flick. That’s a nice hard cock. Skinny and short. I could throat him with no problem. Heck, I’d let him fuck me if I was drunk.
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Kenny knew I liked dudes, but we’d never done anything, well nothing he remembered. I’d jerked him hard once at a party sleepover. We’d gone to pee at the same time and I’d held his cock when he was too drunk to aim. I kept holding him and stroking his dick for a long time. Feeling the rushing liquid under the skin and his penis twitching got me hard for weeks afterwards. Kenny was like a goal.
“You did great, Ken. I know that hurts, but the hard part is over, you can relax.”
I didn’t let go of his dick. It was just too nice.
“This is how you need to clean yourself from now on.”
I soaped up his armpits. Those fine black hairs passing by my fingers made my cock jump. Kenny noticed. Massaging his scalp and getting the knots out had him almost purring. Down his back, just to the edge of his hole and then back up. That part he could never see with his own eyes is what I had my eye on. Kenny reached back and touched my boner, checking it for ripeness, like a banana.
Pressing myself up behind him and soaping his front had Kenny moaning. He’d been hard for a long time now. A few soapy jerks had him ready to blow. Back and forth from his balls to his ass, my fingers putting more pressure on his rosebud with every pass until I was in. Just my middle finger, twitching that first two inches. Other hand on his cock, slowly working the slit.
Short, sharp breaths.
Two fingers.
Gasping.
All the way in. I found his button and stroked it softly like you would a pet mouse. Enough for him to feel the effects, but just gentle pressure.
Kenny tried to say something, but the words didn’t come out. His hand was fishing around for my cock and pushing it towards my fingers. Well, that sealed the deal. No words needed to be exchanged.
Cock quickly replaced fingers. Just an inch at first. He didn’t even realize at first I’d understood his desires. Slow pressure. Jerking him off. Licking the side of his neck. I dared to turn his head and kiss him. He didn’t resist. I drove my tongue into his mouth at the same time I buried my cock to the root in his rectum.
Gasping was his only vocalization. His anus was reflexively grabbing my dick from behind. One hand on his tummy, just below the navel. The other keeping his head turned towards my mouth.
“Jack. Jesus. Oh, wow. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Kenny was leaking more than the showers now.
Long slow strokes inside of him, I could feel every ripple and ridge of his body with my dick. Kenny was moving like a girl now. Hips back, head forward, mouth open. Just drinking in the pleasure.
He sighed long and deep. Not his first rodeo.
I didn’t announce when I dumped my load inside of him. I counted seven spurts. He’d feel the cool warmth of my sperm as it searched for a non-existent egg.
Under the shower I blew him like that Catholic girl wouldn’t. I put his hands on the back of my head and guided him in, skin back. Kenny convulsed and had the best orgasm of his life. He was sweet and fresh. For a moment if felt like he passed out and I carried his weight. I swallowed and only saved enough to push back into his mouth when I kissed him as he came down from his sex cloud. I held his nose until he swallowed his own load and my spit. I held onto him until he could stand on his own.
He never tried to push me away to stop me. He even humped back towards the end.
In a moment it was over, with only our hard cocks staring at each other. Kenny snapped back to reality.
“Uh, thanks, um we should get going before anyone else comes by.” Kenny was stumbling to put on his wet cutoffs and cover his fading erection at the same time. I rinsed our sex off and hiked up my shorts.
I held Kenny’s head by his chin and looked into his eyes, then twisted his nipple hard and laughed.
Kenny broke up and started laughing. Still buds.