Most summers I didn’t really go on vacation. I started working early. My parents and younger siblings would go away for a week or more at a time, leaving me home to my own devices. After I graduated high school, the company my father worked for hired me each summer to do menial work for a ridiculously high hourly rate. Instead of scholarships, it was their way of helping employee’s kids. So of course I worked as much as I could to bank money for college.
I still managed to get in at least one vacation every year. The summer after I turned eighteen, my family did a typical week of camping at the state park in Myrtle Beach. We hitched up the pop-up camper trailer to the big, brown Ford van, piled in, and 12 hours later we were in South Carolina’s vacation land.
The campsites there were nice, in a wooded area, not too close to each other, and somewhat rustic. There were a few manual water pumps scattered around to get drinking water, and some well-kept communal restrooms and showers.
One afternoon I had been swimming in the ocean and lying on the beach reading. It was always my plan to get as darkly tanned as possible. In fact, it was a competition between me and my siblings to see who could get the darkest. And the way you proved it was to have a good, distinct tan line.
Salty, greasy from tanning oil, and covered with sand, I headed from the beach back to the camping area to take a shower. Inside the building, a series of tiled cubicles faced outwards. The outer walls ran up to the ceiling, with a high window to let in light. Inside each cubicle, the shower pipe was on the wall perpendicular to the entrance. The tile floors had a kind of wooden grid on them to drain away the water, and you stepped down into the shower stall from the walkway. There were no doors or shower curtains, just a bit of wall that somewhat deflected the spray of the powerful open pipe. Opposite each stall was a hook on the wall for your towel, and a bench for your clothes.
That day, I stripped down and threw my wet swimsuit on the bench, standing under the warm water to rinse away the sand. A couple of minutes later, a guy with dark hair walked by wearing a light blue swimsuit, towel slung over one naked shoulder. He headed toward the back of the building, taking a shower cubicle a couple down from mine. He was in his late teens or early twenties, with a light patch of hair between his pecs and a tight body. In the late 1970s, guys were not ripped the way they are today, but he was definitely in good shape.
After a couple of minutes, I heard him call out.
“Hey, is your water hot?” I think he said.
I leaned out of the shower.
“What?” I asked.
He stepped out of his, facing me naked.
“Oh, I was just wondering if your shower is hot enough. Mine is kinda cold.”
I half-shrugged.
He stood there, suds running down his body into his crotch. “Do you need any soap or shampoo? I have some you can use if you want.”
I shook my head. “No, I’m good.”
“Well let me know. Just come and ask.” He dropped something, and turned around, bending over to pick it up, his smooth white ass cheeks flexing. He stepped back into the shower.
I was so nervous. Talking to another guy while we were both naked was something I wasn’t accustomed to. In the mass showers we were required to take after gym class in high school, we all had to face the same direction and we were not allowed to talk while showering or drying off.
Had my eyes wandered down to his nether regions? Probably. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed.
I finished up and grabbed my towel, which was hanging on a hook on the outside wall. The guy stepped out of his shower and started toweling off, putting one leg up on a bench, slowly drying himself, paying extra attention to his crotch. All the while, he kept talking to me.
“That’s some tan line you have. How long have you been here?”
“Thanks. I’ve been working on it all week.”
“How long are you here?” He stood facing me, toweling his hair.
“We leave on Saturday.” I pulled on my shorts and t-shirt.
“Where are you from?”
“Are you here with friends, or just your family?”
“Have you met any new friends while you were here?”
Then, eventually, “Have you ever been to the beach at sunset?”
I shook my head.
“It’s nice. Why don’t you do it tonight? I could meet you there.”
I told him I didn’t know what time we were having dinner, but I would try.
“Just walk down the beach a bit, to where it curves. There’s a big rock, meet me behind there around seven thirty.”
I got dressed and left. The rest of the afternoon, my stomach was in butterflies. Should I go? What did he want? Was he just being friendly? He was cute, and his body was definitely more mature than mine. He wasn’t at all shy about being naked in front of me.
After dinner, I was delegated dishwashing duty, which meant walking back over to the shower area to pump water. As I headed back to the campsite, water sloshing out of the bucket I carried, I saw the guy standing by the trail that led to the beach.
“See you soon, right?” he called.
I nodded and kept walking
Somehow I managed to escape whatever the rest of the family was doing that night. I grabbed a book and headed toward the beach, telling my sister that I was going to go and read by the boardwalk for a bit.
Kicking off my flip-flops, I trudged through the damp, warm sand, letting the edges of the ocean waves cover my feet. As the beach curved, I saw the big rock the guy had mentioned. Rounding it, there was a small area that backed up to some trees. It was a perfect little hideaway, sheltered from both beach and land.
The guy sat there, leaning against the rock. He wore white OP corduroy shorts and a blue tank top. His flip-flops and a towel were neatly stacked on a small cooler next to him.
“You made it!”
I nodded, suddenly shy.
“Isn’t this spot cool? It’s my favorite place to hide out on the beach.”
Nodding again, I said, “Yeah, it is. I’ve never noticed it before.”
“Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.” He opened the cooler. “Want a beer?”
I shook my head. “Nope, thanks. I don’t like beer.”
He popped a can open and took a long swig. The silence was awkward.
“Well, sorry I don’t have anything else.”
“That’s OK. I don’t really drink.”
“My name is Nathan, by the way. What’s yours?”
“Miles. Nice to meet you. Where are you from?” I tossed my book on the sand a few feet from him and sat on it.
“I live near Boston. What about you?”
“Rochester, New York.”
Nathan grinned. He had straight, white teeth and a big dimple in his cheek. “There sure are a lot of people from Rochester here.”
“I know.”
We sat in silence.
“What are you reading?”
“It’s science fiction. ‘The Dragonriders of Pern’. Have you read it?”
Nathan shook his head. “No. Is it good?”
“I like it. There’s not much else to do here, so…”
Nathan nodded. He looked over a me for a minute, then stood.
“Hey, your tan is really good. I haven’t gotten anywhere near as dark as you.” He stood and unsnapped the top of his shorts, pulling them slightly open. “See? I don’t think my tan line is very defined compared to yours.” He opened the shorts a bit more, tufts of dark pube hairs appearing. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Let’s compare. Show me your tan line?”
I stood and undid the top button of my shorts, showing him the distinct separation between my brown stomach and the white area above my crotch.
“Wow, nice. Do you wear a speedo?”
I nodded.
“They really stay in the same place so you can get a very defined tan line. I’ll bet there’s even more difference at the back.” He turned around and dropped his shorts a bit, showing his perky white butt. “See, I have a line, but…”
Without thinking, I did the same, pulling down my white briefs.
Nathan smiled. “Yeah, your line is very defined. It makes your butt really white against your back and legs.” He ran his finger across my back, tracing the tan line above my buttocks. My stomach flipped a bit, unused to anyone touching me, and especially another guy.
I turned back around, pulling up my shorts and buttoning them closed. A shadow crossed Nathan’s face, but it quickly passed. His deep blue eyes had long dark lashes, and I could feel him staring at me. A stirring started between my legs, and I awkwardly held one arm in front of my crotch.
Nathan’s shorts were still unsnapped. He pulled the zipper down further, revealing more dark pubes. He twisted his hips, and they dropped to the ground. He stood naked in front of me. A treasure trail ran from his belly button down to his pubes, which were thick and dark. His cock was pale and slightly engorged, so it waved in front of him, swinging back and forth in front of two big, low-hanging balls.
“See, I just don’t have the distinct tan you have on your legs. The trunks I wear are loose, and they move around, so it’s kind of a blurry line.” He bent his knee, raising up onto the ball of his foot, and pointed to his left thigh, flexing it slightly. His knee touched mine, and I felt a small jolt run through me.
I gulped. Not that I hadn’t already seen Nathan naked in the shower room, but he was ten feet away there. Here, he was so close I could hear him breathe, and feel the heat coming off his sun-reddened skin.
“Let me see yours again? I really want to see the difference a Speedo makes.”
Hesitating, I looked around, afraid someone would see us. But this spot was completely secluded, the rock and trees hiding us from anyone who might be walking by on the beach. I drew in a breath, then quickly unbuttoned the shorts and, grabbing the underwear with my thumbs, quickly pulled everything down to my ankles. I stepped back once.
Nathan looked at me and smiled, his teeth white and straight. His eyes went from my face, down my thin, mostly hairless chest, and to my exposed crotch. His cock pulsed, standing a bit further away from his body.
That was all it took. My dick jumped to attention, standing straight up and saluting my stomach. It was about seven inches long - yes, I had measured it - and it just grazed the bottom of my belly button.
Nathan’s cock reacted, getting longer as it rose to 90 degrees, standing straight out from his body. He was thicker than me, and about the same length, maybe a half inch longer. The head was pink, skin pale until it reached the circle of darker skin where he had been circumcised.
“You can touch it if you want,” he said.
I could feel myself quivering inside. The only other time I had ever experienced something with another boy, the same thing had happened. I concentrated to minimize the shaking, afraid it would be obvious to the man in front of me.
Slowly, I reached out and circled my hand around his girth. It was thick, my second finger and thumb not quite touching. It was smooth and warm, soft yet firm. It pulsed in my hand, getting harder, quickly standing straight up.
Nathan let out a small gasp, his eyes closing for a moment. The he opened them, and leaned toward me. Quietly he asked, “Do you want me to kiss you?”
I had never kissed a boy before, and the vibrating on my inside grew. I nodded mutely.
Nathan licked his lips, pink and full, and leaned in further, his lips just touching mine. Another electrical jolt ran through me. He nibbled slightly at my lips, then ran his tongue along them, gently probing the closed lips and moistening them with his tongue. I shivered slightly.
“Lick your lips. Then open them up a bit,” he whispered.
I nervously ran my tongue around my lips, my mouth dry but managing to get some moisture on them. I could feel a ragged spot where the bottom lip was chapped, the skin hard, and I quickly tried to chew it off.
Nathan leaned in further, his lips touching mine again. My hand still encircled his cock, and the motion thrust it forward until my hand rested against his plentiful pubic hair. He nibbled my lips again, letting out a small moan which tickled my mouth.
I opened my lips up, and he increased the pressure, moving his lips in a motion that sent chills down my back. I realized my eyes were closed, and I tilted my head slightly to the side as Nathan’s kisses grew more insistent. His tongue pushed forward, gently licking my teeth. At the same time, he rocked his hips back slightly, my hand moving smoothly back to the tip of his even harder penis.
I unclenched my jaw, and soon our tongues were tangling in my mouth. I gave in to the sensation, tasting beer and a sweet Juicy Fruit flavor as my tongue reciprocated, probing Nathan’s mouth.
Nathan reached around me, grabbing my two buttocks and pulling me forward, crushing our dicks between us. I extricated my hand, and put it around his waist. He rocked forward a bit, his cock flat against my belly. The side of my dick touched his, flat against his hairy treasure trail. I gasped slightly, pulling back from his mouth.
“Is this OK?” he whispered.
I nodded.
“And this?” He rocked back and forth slightly, stimulating both of our rigid members.
I nodded again, my breath ragged. I had never felt a sensation like this before. I jerked off regularly, but it was nothing like this.
His hands gripped my butt firmly, fingers between the crack, and he pulled me forward, thrusting my dick against his smooth, warm belly. Without thinking, I rocked my hips back and forth, the sensation in my crotch growing, climax building.
“Hey!” he whispered. “Slow down. I want to try something else.” He pulled away from me, and my dick bounced, nearly exploding. I focused on his face, and the feeling passed.
“Is it OK if I touch your dick?”
I nodded mutely.
He let go of my butt and ran his hands around my hips to the front. One hand dropped down and went between my legs, tracing up slowly until he gently cupped my balls. He formed his other hand in an open circle, softly surrounding my dick and barely touching it. I shivered again, the quivering inside me increasing. His hand stroked my shaft, more air than contact. Between my legs, his fingers fondled my balls, sending shivers up my spine.
“I’m really close,” I said, as I leaned in to kiss him again.
“Not yet,” he replied. He broke off the kiss, and dropped to his knees. Suddenly, my dick was enveloped in the warmest, softest, moistest thing it had ever felt. I let out a low groan. He slowly moved his head down my shaft, curling his tongue around the bottom side. His hand continued to cup my balls, moving the fingers slightly to tickle them. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced.
His head withdrew slowly, his tongue moving back and forth, until he reached the head. He ran his tongue in circles, licking the small slit, covering the mushroom head in moisture, before again slowly sinking all the way back down on my shaft, his nose nestling in my pubes. I started to vibrate, legs nearly buckling, and without warning I shot my load down his throat.
He stayed still for a moment, my dick staying inside his warm mouth, before he slowly pulled off, licking the sensitive tip to capture the last beads of cum. He slowly stood, a soft smile on his face.
“That was hot. And delicious!”
I started to shake, excited and nervous and scared by what had just happened. Nathan wrapped his arms around me, warm body against mine, hard dick pressed against my abdomen.
“You’re shaking. It’s OK. I promise.”
I nodded.
“Was that your first blowjob?”
I nodded again.
“Did you like it?”
I smiled shakily. “Yes. Oh yes.” I shivered in his arms.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to do it to me.”
I pulled back a bit and looked up into his blue eyes.
“I…um…I might like to try it. But I’ve never done that before either.”
Nathan rubbed my shoulders, and I felt his cock pulse against my belly.
“You can if you want. But I can take care of myself too.”
I slithered down from his arms, knees hitting the warm sand. I was looking at a cock face-on for only the second time in my life. It pointed nearly straight up, and looked even bigger and more imposing at close range. His balls were large and round, bigger than mine, and hung lower from his body than mine. They were sparsely covered in hair. Around the base of his shaft was a thick nest of dark pubes, not too curly, spreading out toward his inner thighs.
I gingerly wrapped my hand around the his cock and pulled it down slightly, until it stood straight out from Nathan’s body. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip. I could taste a sweet-saltiness on my tongue, and realized it was probably his pre-cum. Moving my head forward, I tried to take more of his dick into my mouth. The tip hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, pulling back.
Nathan stroked my hair. “Take it slowly. Just get it good and wet, and you can use your hand to help.”
I tried to summon saliva into my mouth. Slowly, I leaned forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. His cock was very wide, and I had to open my mouth until my jaw ached. I bobbed my head up and down a bit, imitating what he had done to me minutes before.
Nathan inhaled sharply, the air whistling slightly. “Careful with your teeth!”
I pulled back and looked up at him. “Sorry,” I said.
“It’s OK. Just use your lips a bit around your teeth. Lick them so they are moist.”
I frantically licked my lips, wishing I could produce more spit. I was so nervous my mouth felt bone dry. I pulled my lips inward over my teeth, and tried again, pushing his dick into my mouth and letting it slip back out again.
“That feels great. Let me help you a bit.” He pulled back and shot a big gob of spit into his right hand, wrapping it around his thick shaft. The head and about two inches protruded beyond the ring of his thumb and fingers. He gave a couple of strokes, then leaned toward me. I opened my mouth, pulling back my lips, and again tried to swallow him.
Quickly we got into a kind of rhythm. As I pulled back, his fist stroked forward. When I moved down on his dick, my face would hit his hand, stopping it from going too far into my mouth and from gagging. In less than a minute, his breath quickened, and he pumped harder, hitting my face a few times.
Nathan pulled back suddenly, and turning slightly to the side, gave two quick strokes. His dick pulsed, shooting cum over my shoulder into the sand. With each pulse, his hips canted forward. He let out a soft moan.
“Sorry. I didn’t want to cum in your mouth. Not your first time.”
I nodded. His cock was still eye-level, a drop of cum oozing out of the end. I really wanted to know what it tasted like. Without thinking, I leaned forward and licked it off. It was sweet, salty and a little bitter. It tasted a bit like his kiss. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.
He leaned over, putting his arms under my shoulders and pulling me up into a big hug. Our mouths met again, and he kissed me gently.
“That was amazing. Thank you.”
“Was it really? I don’t think it was as good as what you did to me.”
“It was. I loved it. And it’s not just how you do it, it’s also how you make the other person feel about it. You are so cute. I’m glad I was your first BJ - getting and giving. Every time you’ll find it’s a bit easier and you’ll enjoy it more.”
Earlier today, he had been a handsome stranger talking to me at the showers. Now my dick had been in his mouth, and I had put his in mine. Somehow, I felt like I trusted him.
“Is that your favorite thing to do? I mean, there are other things guys do too, right?”
Nathan smiled. “There are lots of things guys can do together. But yes, giving and getting a BJ is my favorite. There’s something about the taste of a dick, the smell of a guy’s pubes, and swallowing their cum that makes me very happy.” He reached for his towel and handed it to me.
“Have you been, you know, with a lot of guys?” I was curious about his experience.
“Not so many. A few. It’s how you learn what you like.” He looked me in the eye and smiled. “Um, you have a few drops on your shoulder. And you might want to wipe your face.”
As I scrubbed the evidence from my body, I watched as he turned around and bent over to retrieve his shorts from the pile on the sand. His white ass spread, and I could see his small round pink butthole, surrounded by a feathering of soft dark hair. It was a quick peek, but I could feel my dick pulse again.
I quickly tugged on my white briefs and shorts, tucking my hardening member to the side and pulling my t-shirt over my tousled hair. Picking up my flip flops and book, I turned to see Nathan tucking his still firm dick into his OP shorts.
“I think we missed the sunset,” I said.
“That’s OK. This was better than any sunset.” He smiled, and ran his hand down my arm. “Thank you.”
“I…I guess I won’t see you again,” I stammered. “We leave in the morning.”
Nathan shrugged. “Maybe next year?”
