days on the beach – 9

On the trip back to Sean’s apartment, Jason found himself feeling very conflicted.  Yes, as usual, he was nearly naked as he sat in the passenger seat and Mark drove.  All he had on was the mesh jockstrap that he had on at the beach earlier.  After as much humiliation as he had been through, though, he didn’t give much thought to his nudity.  He had just experienced something that was beyond all of the humiliation and was beyond any sexual experience he ever had.  The whole scene with Alex was sensual and he felt himself longing to do more with the sexy lifegaurd. However, this idea was not turning him on at the moment.  Rather, it was making him nervous and his heart beating 1000 miles a minute.

Mark grabbed Jason’s crotch through the mesh material as they drove on.The rough grabbing brought Jason out of his thoughts.  Also, he wasn’t used to being touched by Mark or Joe (who he figured were straight and just abusing him).

“Why are you so soft?”  Mark asked, massaging the limp dick in the mesh material.  “Aren’t you having a good time?”

Jason didn’t answer at first.  The silence gave much more of an answer than he intended it to.

Mark laughed.  “Yeah, I thought you would get used to it,” he said.  “I even thought you would start to like it.”

“I’m not a fag,” Jason said softly, under his breath.  In spite of this, though, he cock was beginning to get hard in Mark’s hand.  It was stretching out rather quickly.

“I never said you were,” Mark said.  “But you will be.  And you’re going to love what we’re going to do tonight.”

“What are we going to do?” Jason asked.  He was dreading the answer mostly, but part of him was really wanting to know.  Mark took his hand off his crotch and he felt some disappointment.  Still, his cock was at full mast and stretching the fabric of his jock.

“You’ll see,” was all Mark would say.

 

2.  Sean and Kyle’s Day

When Mark took Jason to the beach, Joe got the other two slave boys into his car.  He made both of them sit in the back.  “Sit close together, too,” he instructed.  They did so.  “Put your arms around each other.” They did.

Joe smiled as he started driving.  He was really enjoying everything that was going on.  This had all been exciting from the day Kyle iniated it, but it was so much better when they had turned on Kyle and then added Jason into the mix.

No one really knew this, but Jason used to bully Joe when they were younger.  It had gone on for years and since Jason was much bigger than him, there wasn’t much that Joe could really do about it.  When he told teachers what was going on, thy never did anything.  He found out later that teachers think it’s good for people to be bullied.  One of the reasons that he had wanted to use Jason when this experiment started was because Jason had used to call him a fag and told people that Joe sucked cock.  It was fun to be using him like this.

But as much as Joe hated Jason, it wasn’t the main reason he had wanted to do this in the first place.  Joe really was gay and he had the major hots for Mark.  In fact, he felt like he was seriously in love with Mark.  He knew if he ever said anything, Mark would beat the crap out of him, though.  Still, it was Mark who had the original idea of turning against Kyle and it didn’t take much for him to go ahead and say yes. There wasn’t much Joe wouldn’t do to make Mark happy.

Looking up in the rearview mirror, Joe was happy to see that Kyle and Sean were holding each other very close.  He took a look down at their crotches and noticed that they were definitely hard.  He smiled.  He loved what they were doing to them.  Kyle and Sean had wanted each other for so long, but they just needed some pushing together.  Joe figured  that was why Kyle set up this whole humiliation thing for them to begin with.  He wanted to have some fun with Sean.

“Start making out,” he instructed.  There was rarely any resistance from the two boys.  He knew why.  It’s because they wanted each other so much.  He didn’t feel so bad about making them do what they already wanted.

So the two boys, clad only in skimpy thongs that barely concealed their long and hard cocks, started making out and feeling each other up.  It was hot and Joe found himself getting very hot himself.  The whole time, he started thinking about Mark and how he wished he could be doing that with his friend.  His own cock (which he always felt bad about being smaller than all of the slave boys they had) was getting hard in his boxers.  He knew he had to distract himself before they got out of the car.

Once they got to Sean’s apartment, everything happened as it normally did.  All hard and almost naked, Kyle and Sean were made to walk through the whole parking lot and then into the apartment.  There were a few people staring at them, but it wasn’t a big deal anymore.  It happened often enough that they were used to it.  Still, it felt nice when they had the door shut behind them.

“Okay,” Joe said, turning to face the boys, “we have a lot to do to get ready for this party tonight.”

Sean looked nervous, but it seemed like he wanted to say something.  Joe nodded at him, so he spoke.  “What is going to happen at this party?”

Joe laughed.  “Oh, don’t worry, there will be plenty for you boys to do,” he replied.  “Mostly, though, it’s going to be to humiliate Jason and not you.  So, don’t fret too much.”

Sean and Kyle relaxed just a little.  But their dicks stayed hard and that was starting to get Mark pretty hot.  He moved his leg a bit to try and hide his dick getting hard.

“What are you going to do to him?”  Sean asked.  He didn’t care too much, really, but was just curious.  The whole experience had been making him so horny and he had learned to pretty much just enjoy it while he could. Even with the public humiliation, it was kinda hot.

“Oh, let’s just say that after tonight, he’s NEVER going to call anyone a fag ever again,” Joe laughed.  “But let’s have some fun here, too.  I am going to go get myself a snack.  I want you two to be naked and laying on Sean’s bed when I get back.  You should be jacking each others cocks, but not enough to make anything serious happen.  You better not cum and you had better still be jacking once I get in the room.  Get to it.”

After this instruction, Sean and Kyle went into the bedroom and quickly stripped out of their thongs.  Their hard cocks bobbed in the air and it felt good that they were released.  Sean quickly got on the bed, but Kyle hesitated at first.

“Come on!” Sean urged.  “We have to be jacking by the time he gets back.”

Kyle was obviously thinking about something.  He shook his head.  “Joe always takes a while to get his food,” he said.  “We have some time.” Still, Kyle sat on the bed.  He grabbed Sean’s hand in his and caressed it.  Sean smiled.  Secretly, they had let feelings for each other develop.  They hadn’t said anything nor expressed it in front of Mark and Joe, though.  Leaning forward, they kissed each other solidly on the lip.  Sean tried to slip his tongue into Kyle’s mouth, but Kyle pulled away.  Sean felt frustrated.

“What’s wrong?”  he asked.

Kyle shook his head.  “Nothing,” he said.  “In fact, I think I know a way we can switch this game back into our favor.”

“It never was in my favor,” Sean said sullenly.  “It was in yours.”

“I am sorry,” Kyle said.  He kissed Sean again.  THen he reached down and grabbed Sean’s thick cock in his hand.  Squeezing it, he forced another strong sigh from Sean’s lip.  He muffled that sigh with a deep kiss.  “Do you regret what has happened?”

Sean shook his head.  “I am happy to be with you,” he admitted.  “ButI would like all of this public and slave crap to end, though.”

“I think I know how we can do it,” Kyle said.  “For us and for Jason.”

“Oh, I don’t care about Jason,” Sean said.  “He’s always been a bit of a dick anyways.”  He then eached over and grabbed Kyle’s cock.  They began jacking each other and kissing.  It felt good so they kept doing it, kissing in between talking.

“Yeah, I know,” Kyle said.  “He used to call me a fag and beat up on me.

He never touched you, though.”

“Because I am about the same size as him,” Sean said. “You know how bullies are, they only pick on people they know they can beat up.”  He realized he kinda insulted Kyle and then tried to cover it up.  “But anyhow, what do you want to do?”

“Well, I figure we just have to turn the tables,” Kyle said.  “Mark and Joe have blackmail on us, so we’ll have to get some on them.”

Sean moaned deeply as Kyle twisted his fist around his hard cock and squeezed it hard.  They kissed each other deeply with lots of tongue.

“What are you going to do?”  Sean asked.

“Well, the key is Joe,” Kyle whispered.  He then took his other hand and started fondling Sean’s balls.  The way he looks at us, I know he wants us.  So, all we have to do is get him involved and then tape him the way they did to us.”

Sean looked doubtful.  “How are we supposed to do that?”  he asked.

“It’ll be easy,” Kyle said.  “I told you he wants us.  He was getting all hard in the car.  So he’s horny.  It’s not too hard to get a horny guy to do whatever you want.”

“I guess we’re proof of that,” Sean laughed.  For emphasis, he started jacking Kyle’s cock really fast.  He knew Kyle’s spots and knew how to bring him to the edge.  Within moments, Kyle was brought to the brink and panic filled his eyes.

“Sean, stop!” he said and Sean did.  Sean laughed as he watched Kyle start to settle down.  Once he did, Joe still had not come back into the room.  So, Kyle got up off the bed and started to prepare some things.

Joe wanted to take his time getting his snack.  He knew the longer he took the closer the two boys would be to cumming.  One thing he really loved was to watch other guys doing their best not to cum.  It really turned him on big time.  Once he had waited a good 20 minutes, he finally went into the room. As he has expected, the two boys were lying on the bed, jacking each others cocks and squirming.  He had peaked in earlier and saw the two of the kissing too.  It had only been for a second, but he thought it was really hot.  He really liked hot kissing.

“Having fun, boys?”  he asked as he came in.  He sat down in the lounge chair that gave him the best view of the bed.  “Don’t stop on my accord.”

Sean and Kyle had no intention of stopping.  They continued to jack and fondle each other.  They wanted to kiss too, but they were careful not to do it just yet.  They knew how hot it made Joe, so they wanted to make surethey did everything right.

“So how about I let you know a little bit about what’s going to go on at the party?” Joe asked as he sat there.  “Like I said, there will be stuff for you to do, but it won’t be focused on you.  I figure it’s about time for Jason to truly come out of the closet as a true fag.  Better that he does it in front of a bunch of his best friends.  In fact, I think it’s best that he does it in front of every guy who played on every sports team with him in high school.”

Kyle raised his hand to ask a question.  Joe aknowledged him so he could talk.  “Um, so what are Sean and I going to do?” he asked.  “We won’t have to blow him or anything in front of all of those people?”

Joe laughed. “Nope, not at all,”  he said.  “Basically you guys will be serving drinks.  You’ll be wearing your thongs and waiting on everyone. You won’t be doing anything to out you.  Don’t worry.”  He sat back further into his chair.  He was starting to enjoy what was going on and that was exactly what Kyle was counting on.

When Kyle noticed that Joe was getting hard and trying to hide it, that was when he decided to do what he knew would really turn the boy on. Slowly leaning over, he started lightly kissing Sean.  The other boy kissed back and as he did, Kyle looke over and saw some surprise on Joe’s face.  But it was pleasant surprise and that was good.  There was no objections on Joe’s part to what they were doing.

Taking his other hand, Kyle began running his hands up and down Sean’s naked and hard body.  Sean took the hint and started to do the same. They kept jacking each other, even though both of them had started to get really close.  They knew they had to do their best to not cum, though. It would ruin what they had planned.

As they continued making out and jacking and feeling each other, Kyle kept his eye on Joe.  The boy was getting hotter and hotter watching the action on the bed.  After a while, he stopped hiding his hardon and that was what Kyle had been waiting for.  The moment he did, Kyle broke away from Sean and stood up from the bed.

“What are you doing?” Joe asked, the horniness very evident in his voice.  “I didn’t tell you to get up yet.”

Ignoring what Joe was saying, Kyle dropped down in front of Joe. Reaching forward, he grabbed Joe’s crotch and started kneading the hard cock through his baggy jeas.  Joe’s eyes grew wide and he knew he should stop, but he didn’t at first.  No one had ever touched his cock before in his life and he liked the feeling way too much.  When Kyle knew he had Joe where he wanted him, he reached up and slowly unzipped Joe’s jeans. The boy started breathing very heavy.  Kyle pulled the jeans down slowly, revealing a pair of boxers that were being seriously stretched out by his hard cock.  Kyle grabbed the hard cock through the boxers and began to pull on it.  Joe looked like he was going to faint dead away.

After some slow stroking, Kyle then pulled the boxers down. Joe’s cock was about six inches long and it popped out of the boxers.  It was hard and dripping.  Kyle continued to stroke it, making Joe’s eyes cross.

Sean got out of the bed and he came over and he pulled the jeans and the boxers off of Joe’s legs.  The boy put up no resistance.  Then Sean pulled his shirt off so he was naked.  Kyle’s hand on Joe’s cock had the boy in total control.  However, since this was his first time, Kyle knew it might not last very long.  Therefore, he went ahead and pulled Joe up from the chair.  He and Sean led the boy over to the bed and laid him down.  Kyle never took his hand off of the cock.  Joe was hypnotized.

Laying on his back, Kyle went down and put his face close to the cock. He brought his tongue close to it.  Then he looked up at Joe.  “Want me to lick it?”  he asked.

Slowly and dumbly, Joe nodded.

Slowly, Kyle brought his tongue close to the cock.  A long stream of precum revealed Joe’s horniness.  Kyle licked the bottom of the cock all the way to the tip.  Once he got to the top, he took the head into his mouth and start to suck it slowly.  Joe began to sigh with each movement.  His balls began to tightenup and Kyle knew it wouldn’t take long.  He had to get Joe exactly where he wanted him.

Sean began licking Joe’s nipples, getting them hard.  They wanted Joe to be as horny as they possibly could get him.  Kyle began to fondle Joe’s balls as he sucked his cock.  Then, he slowly took his hand down and began to tease Joe’s ass a bit.  As he sucked, he slowly began to insert his finger into Joe to see what would happen.  He tried to move slowly to keep there from being any pain at all.  Joe, however, started moaning and squirming and then tried to get Kyle to insert the finger even faster.

Sean noticed this.  He reached up and kissed Joe on the lips.  Joe didn’t resist.  He knew he should, but he couldn’t.  Everything felt really good.  And if you had sex slaves, they should be made to make you feel good right?  he told himself.

“You like that?”  Sean asked Joe.  Joe nodded.  “What do you want todo?”

Joe didn’t respond.

“Are you close to cumming?”  Sean asked.  Joe nodded again.

“You want to cum?”

Joe nodded.

“Tell us what you want,” Sean asked.

Joe said nothing.

“Tell us or you don’t get to cum,” Sean said.

Joe was surprised to hear his slave telling him that.  If he wanted to cum, then they would make him cum.  That was all there was to it.  he was about to say something, but before he could, Sean reached forward and kissed Joe with a lot of tongue.  He buried his tongue in Joe’s mouth. Then he pulled off, Joe was frustrated and wanted him to keep kissing him.

“Tell us.”

Joe shook his head.  He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t admit it to the slaves.

Kyle stopped sucking Joe off and just held his cock really tightly.  He then began finger fucking Joe with the inserted finger.  Joe’s eyes crossed again and he was begging to cum.  With every finger stroke, Kyle gave Joe’s cock a nice squeeze.  He was able to keep the boy very close to the edge but not let him cum.

“Tell us,” Sean insisted.

Joe kept shaking his head, but he knew he was losing his control on this situation.  The finger kept fucking him and the squeezing of his cock kept him one stroke away from coming.  He was losing all his resolve when Sean asked again,

“Tell us!:

“Fuck me, please!”  Joe found himself yelling against his will.  The moment he did, Kyle gave his cock one stroke and a spurt of cum shot out of his dick.  After waiting a second, Kyle gave another stroke and another shot of cum came out.  He did this a few times before vigorously stroking the cock, milking it of all of its cum.  It took a while and soon joe was literally covered in his own cum.  It was like nothing any of them had ever seen.

“Wow, that’s a lot of cum!”  Sean said.  He looked at Joe and smiled.  “I wonder if you can do it again.”

Joe tried to compose himself.  He was covered in cum, so it wasn;t easy. He looked around.  “Get me my clothes,” he ordered Sean.  All Sean did was laugh.  “Stop lauging at me and do what I say.”

“You won’t be giving any orders anymore, hot boy,” Kyle said.  He let go of the spent cock and stood up.  Going over to Sean’s computer, he turned the monitor on.  Joe’s jaw fell open when he realized that Kyle and Sean had recorded everything on their webcam.

“What the hell,,,” he began but was cut off.

“Things are going to be a little different from here on out,” Sean said.

“And to start with.get on your knees, Joe,” Kyle said.  “Sean and I haven’t came yet.”

Joe didn’t move.

“Well, if you don’t, I think Mark would love to see this video.”

That was all it took.  Joe got out of the bed, and dropped down to his knees.  Sean and Kyle approached him from either side.  He was prepared for whatever was coming.

“Suck as both off, at the same time,” Kyle instructed.  Joe reached up and took a cock in each hand.  There was no secret that he really was enjoying this as he just recently spent cock started getting hard already.

 

Joey and the dreamboy – 2

I was only half aware that the door had been opened.  I felt my hand against my yellow jockstrap.  A wet spot had formed there.  In a haze, I became aware that someone was saying something to me.  “Hey, Joey … it’s time to get up or else you’ll be late to school.”

“Oh,” I replied sleepily.

The door was closed again, my mother satisfied that I had woken up.  What had happened?  Had I dreamed it all?  Surely …  no … oh, shit!  Then I had come twice  already.  Wow, what a dream!  If only this could have been reality.  But the boy from my dream could never be real, could he?  No, unfortunately, it had to have been a dream.  It could not have been real … and that date to work out at his place would never take place.

I punched the blanket in frustration and sat on the edge of the bed.  Wait a minute.  I felt my ass cheeks. They didn’t feel normal, not at all.  I looked down and gulped.  What?  I looked once more and placed my hand on my crotch.  This was impossible.  I didn’t own a pair of underwear like these … and still I was wearing them.  Yes … they were just like that yellow jockstrap which I’d dreamed about.

Was it a dream or not?  I looked around the room but everything was exactly as it supposed to be.  How could I determine if it had been a dream or not?  Damn!!!  The last thing I could do was ask my dream boy that question.  How odd that would be?

But how was I going to determine whether I had dreamed or not?  I thought back to what had happened in the dream.  Hmmm … those white panties … those I had definitely given to my dream boy.  I walked quickly to my dresser and opened my underwear drawer.  I quickly went through the white briefs and counted them.  That didn’t help, as I didn’t know exactly how many pairs I had had.  I sighed deeply.  Maybe a shower would clear my head.

I showered, then started to dress myself.  Carefully I took note of which kind of underwear I put on.  It was a pair of white Bon Giorno brand briefs which always showcased my bulge nicely.  I loved the way they showed off that area of my body.  I finished dressing, grabbed my bag, and thought (just in case) I should slip the yellow jockstrap into the bag, so I did.

Arriving at school I looked around to see if I could meet my dream boy.  (Marco is his name, by the way.)  Second period we had a class together, so I would certainly see him then.

Nervously, I walked to the classroom.  Yes, there he was.  As always, he sat at the rear while I usually sat in one of the front rows.  I went to my usual seat but, before I sat down, we made eye contact.  I’m sure he gave me a tiny nod … just a small sign of recognising me that morning.  But I didn’t get it.  Did all that happen for real?  I was confused now.  Luckily I escaped any questions from the teachers as, most of that hour, I was in a daze … lost in my own world and perhaps in my dream world.

I heard the bell ring and I stood up.  I left as quickly as I could.  I would have liked to have waited, but now was not the time for a meeting.  I was too confused.  

We now had a 30 minute break.  I walked in the direction of the arts side of the building.  This was the area I loved most … music, drawing, painting … it was all wonderful.

Quickly I sneaked into the auditorium.  This is an area where I always came to relax.  There was usually no one there.  I heard the door open behind me again.

“Hey, Joey!  What are you doing here?”

Damn!!!  The two boys from my dream.  Was it a wish fulfilment or ….

They got closer. One was on my right side and the other one on my left.

“Let’s take a look at what he brought for us this time!”

Before I knew it, they’d pulled my bag from my hands.  One of the two opened it and turned it upside down.

Nooooo, I thought.  Dammit.  The jockstrap fell out.  What now?  I felt myself blush as one of the guys bent over and moved towards picking up the jockstrap.

“What have we here?  Hmmm … what a strange piece of clothing!  Like something fags like to wear, isn’t it?”

“I think so,” replied the other.  “And what is it doing in your bag, Joey?”

“Eh … well … I … umm,” I stammered.  They didn’t let me finish.  

“What are we going to do with this now?”

“Give it back,” I shouted.  “Leave me alone!!!”

“Well, that’s not gonna happen.  What shall we do?   Maybe we should help him to put it on?”

“Come here and take your trousers off, Joey,” they demanded.

I stepped backwards but was blocked.  The other boy began to loosen the buttons of my trousers.

“Leave him be,” someone shouted from the other side of the auditorium.  “Leave him alone and get out of here!”

I didn’t know what I’d found more humiliating: my standing there almost in my jockstrap or my dream boy Marco seeing me so helpless.

The two bullies left quickly.

“Sorry that I wasn’t here earlier.  I saw them following you and I figured they were up to no good.”

“I’m glad you were here.  Thank you.”

He put his hand out while he said, “My name’s Marco and you’re Joey, correct?”

“Hmmm … yes.”  I reached out to shake his hand and I felt my knees begin to buckle.

“Here … let me help you.”

“No, that’s OK.  I can do this on my own.”

“No … four hands make light work.”

I deliberately didn’t look at the jockstrap as I began to pack my bag.   He took the stuff that had scattered further away.   He pointed at the jockstrap and said, “They’re quite comfortable, aren’t they?”

I blushed again.  Now what could I say to get myself out of this, I wondered.

“I’ve got one just like that, but I’ve never worn it to school.”

I picked up the jockstrap and put it in my bag.

We were both were getting up now and I could feel the heat of his body … so close and yet so far away.

I looked the other way, but felt him put his hand on my check and slowly rotated it against me tenderly.  Our lips were now only a few inches apart.  I looked directly into his eyes.

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Chapter 3

Joey and the dream boy – 1

Distracted, I ran to my last class of the day.  Phys Ed is not my favourite period of the day but, since it was the final hour, I could cope with it.  The moment I walked into the dressing room, my heart skipped a beat.  There stood my dream …. my super dream, standing exactly in the spot where I normally would change.  Should I stand next to him?  Or what?  My heart took over from my head and, before I knew it, I was standing beside him.

“Hi!”

“Hey,” he replied.  “Is everything OK?”

“Yes … there’s just another hour and then we can go home.”

“You can say that again.  Fortunately final period is gymnastics … it could be worse.”

“Well, perhaps …” I replied, uncertainly.

He was now showing off his chest.  Something I was always willing to stare at.  I expected him to proceed to put his T-shirt on now.  Instead I saw him slide his hands down and I knew that he had something else planned,  Excited by the prospect, I took several deep breaths.

“Not your favourite class, I’m guessing?” he queried.

“No, not really,’ I replied.  I turned around and began to open my sports bag and got out my T-shirt and shorts.  I changed into my T-shirt and was just undoing the ties for my pants when he continued: “Yeah, I understand how you feel.  With my body, I’m more built for sports than you are, don’t you think?”

To answer that question I had to turn around because there was no way to reply without looking at him.

I looked up and saw that he now wearing just a pair of nice yellow boxer briefs, its opening bulging.  Oh, damn!!!  Would he notice that my first glance was not on his upper body, which I was supposed to be commenting on, but on his underwear, which wasn’t supposed to be what he asked me about.  My cock responded and went from soft to hard in just two or three seconds.

I tried to recall what kind of underwear I’d put on that morning.  I wore boxer briefs occasionally but usually I just chose some kind of brief.  I’d hoped that I’d selected a dark blue or black pair that wouldn’t show very much.  While I was trying to respond to his comments, I pushed my pants down and saw that I’d worn white briefs.  Damn!!  My aroused cock was clearly outlined in my briefs.  I sighed heavily and replied, “Yes, there’s a great deal of difference in our builds.”

I went to take off my shorts.  I waited for him to continue because it would be embarrassing to turn around at that moment.

“You can do something to improve, you know.  A little more work and you’ll become a lot better muscled than you are now.”

“That may be true … but I can’t really convince myself to make the effort.”

“Well, if you want to, I can help you.  I’d be happy to give you some pointers.”

We were both now standing in our underwear … me with my T-shirt on, his chest bare.  I can’t remember a lot about what was happening around us … or even if there was anyone else there … or if we were seen or listened to by anyone else.  The only thing that mattered now was my dream boy.

“How do you see that happening?” I asked bluntly.

“I’ve got a mini-gym in our cellar at home.  You can come over any time.”

“Hmmm … I’ll have to ask my parents if that’s OK.”

“That’s fine.  How about tomorrow?”

My dick had started now to have a life of its own and it was showing off itself nicely in my tighty whities.  Everything I had was on display, even though my T-shirt was hanging down over my crotch.

“Sure … let me know tomorrow if you can come over, OK?”

“That’s fine.”  I started to turn around when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned towards him.  He was bent over slightly and his lips were close to my ear.

“I’m glad to see that not every muscle needs a lot of work.”  I blushed.  I stood there wondering.  I took his words as a compliment, but did he mean it the way I took it?  I turned, closed my eyes, and saw the image of my dream boy:  nice shiny brown hair, beautifully shaped eyes, blue in colour, a small nose and a sculpted chest with just a few hairs.  He already had developed a six pack below which rested a pair of yellow boxers which appeared to be well filled.  My cock got even harder now and, before I knew what was happened, my cum was shooting from my dick into my briefs.  At the height of my orgasm, I was only picturing my dream boy.  I wondered … what would happen now?

Had anyone else seen me?  Was it obvious that I’d leaked a wet spot onto my white briefs?  I started to blush, glowing warm except for that cooling wet spot in my briefs.  If I could just turn around!  Had he seen what had happened?  I put my sport shorts on.  I wanted to hide everything as quickly as possible.  After that, I’d look around to see if anyone had seen me.  Carefully I pulled my shorts up over my wet white briefs.  Then I stood up.  I looked in a different direction from where my dream boy was standing.  In that direction, there was no one.  I turned my head and there were a number of other classmates on that side.  But it seemed as if no one was looking at me.  As I finished my turn, I knew I’d be standing eye to eye with him again, my dream boy.  I just hoped he’d have started to dress, too.  I felt even more blood rush to my face.

“I’m ready,” I said quietly.

“Ummm … and your shoes, too?” he said with a smile.

My blush deepened.  Of course he was right.

He grabbed his shoes as well and sat down.  I was happy that he’d already put on his T-shirt and sport shorts as well.  I’m not sure if I could have kept myself standing if he hadn’t been dressed.  I picked up my shoes and sat alongside him.

“Yes, I’m really looking forward to tomorrow, Joey.  I’ll enjoy teaching you some moves.”

Damn!  What was he talking about?  I just needed to keep my head straight.

“I’ll be honest, Marco.  I’m not looking forward to it but you’re right … I could use the exercise.”

“Just don’t let any of the others bother you.  Let them gossip.”

I looked at him now with a questioning look.

“Yeah, I know, Joey.  You’re bullied from time to time and at Phys. Ed., you’re always the last to be chosen.”

“Well … that’s true ….”

“But we’re going to change all that.”

I didn’t know exactly what he meant.  Was I some kind of project for him?  He was still rummaging around in his bag.  I saw him take something out.  I couldn’t see what it was.

Whispering he then added, “Well, maybe it’s not so nice having that wet spot.  It isn’t much but maybe these will help.”  I felt blood rush to my face again.  Nooooo … he must have noticed!  How the heck was that possible?  I hesitated when he put his hand out to me.  I looked to see what he was handing me.  It was some kind of underwear, yellow in colour.  I didn’t respond to him directly.  He then whispered again, “It smells as well, just a little.”  I looked at him directly.  He nodded towards his hand.  Damn … I couldn’t change into them here in the locker room.  Everyone would notice.

“Just go to the toilet and clean your briefs, then put those on instead.  I’ll wait for you.  Oh, it’s a jockstrap, by the way.  But it’s clean.”

A jockstrap!  I hadn’t heard of such a thing before.  I took it from his hand.  His touch brought a new shock.  I felt my cock start to come back to life again.  I got up and walked to the toilet.  I quickly pulled my shorts and wet briefs down.  With some toilet paper, I cleaned the spot.  Then I got into the jockstrap.  There was no rear, only what looked like strips of cloth.  The front closed tightly around my balls and dick and left nothing to the imagination.   I looked sexy, very sexy, I must say.  I pulled my shorts on again and went back to the dressing room.  My dream boy laughed.  “That was fast,” he quipped.  I wanted to put my wet white briefs back in my bag, but he whispered, “Please let me have them.”  I blushed again and handed him the white briefs.  He looked at them for a moment and then put them into his bag.  “I’ll give them back to you tomorrow.”

“That’s fine … and I can give yours back as well.”

“Fine.  Let’s go and see what sport we’re practising today.”

Once we got to the gymnasium, we were the last students to arrive.  The judo mats were out … not a sport I liked.  It involved too much physical contact and required muscles I didn’t have.

“Oh, there you are,” said the physical education teacher.  “You two are lucky.  We’ve paired up everybody except for those two there.”  I looked at who he pointed to: two solid muscular guys from another class.  That could only mean one thing – losing again and again … but I was used to that.

What I did not expect was that, during the following 30 minutes, there was a lot more than normal bodily contact.  I didn’t know whether that was actually the case, or if it just seemed so because I was wearing a jockstrap that exposed my ass rather than my usual briefs.  I felt every touch in a very soft and almost sensual way.

Oh, damn, I thought.  My hormones are definitely in overdrive today!  Every time I laid on the mat, I felt hands, arms and legs on places where I wished I wasn’t feeling them.  My cock had a mind of its own and remained embarrassingly stiff.  It jumped a bit occasionally, but those funny underwear made sure that my front didn’t show that much.  My dream boy did a little bit better against his opponent, in particular because he was somewhat stronger.  But he got knocked down quite a few times, too.  Whenever that happened, we both just got up again and we looked at each other.  I felt recharged just by his warm smile, that soft gaze of encouragement.  Not that it helped all that much as, once back to the judo, I was once again quickly thrown to the mat.

I’d taken a lot of pummelling when the physical education teacher said we were done for that afternoon.

“Enough of that,” said my dream boy when he moved beside me.

“Yes, that was painful.”

“Next time, we really must be on time.  If we had been, then I’m sure this wouldn’t have happened,” he said with a grin.

I didn’t know whether he expected a response so I didn’t say anything.

“Come on, let’s change and then go home.”

I realized at that point that I was about to expose that yellow … hmmm, what was it called again?  A jockstrap, according to the rest of my classmates.  I’d better hurry up then, I thought.  I arrived at my locker to see that there was hardly any of the usual horsing around going on.  It seemed like everyone was busy trying to get dressed so they could leave as quickly as possible.  So I followed suit, not saying a word.  I didn’t dare look at my dream boy but I felt his presence beside me.  He seemed to be changing just as quickly as I was.  I was cycling home, so I wanted to go to the toilet before I left.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, OK?” I said to my dream boy.

“Yes, great.  I’ll wait for you outside the school if that’s OK?”

“Sure, ” I responded.

When I came back from the toilet, everyone was gone except for two of my classmates who loitered behind.

I wanted to get my bag when one of them said, “So you’re becoming friends with Marco all of a sudden?”

Oh, damn!  This was the kind of conversation I’d wanted to avoid.

“Well …. ”

Before I could go any further the other one interjected, ” And what kind of underwear were you wearing?  Some of those queer underwear?”

“What?”  I felt myself starting to blush again.

“You get off when we say stuff like that to you, don’t you,  Joey?”

I didn’t know what to say.  I grabbed my bag and turned around.  I’d felt my dick start to harden.

“Go ahead … run away … but we’ll get the truth out of you another time.”

I walked away quickly and went to get my bike … relieved to be away from those bullies.  Until now it had only been verbal abuse and I hoped it would remain just that.

There was nobody at home when I arrived.  I quickly went to my room, sat on my bed and, in my head, replayed the scene again.  My hand instantly moved in the direction of the yellow jockstrap.  Quickly enough inch by inch the image of the body of my dream boy came to my mind again.  The whole scene of that day returned … what delicious thoughts! … and I looked ahead to tomorrow when I would be alone with him, in his room, in only a pair of sports shorts.  I would see those delicious legs and ….

And then the door opened.

Well love to hear what you think of this new story so far. It got a few more chapters comming soon. Email me 

chapter 2 of joey and the dreamboy

Joey en de droomjongen – 6

Ik raakte het aan en … ja dat had ik ook in mijn droom gezien. Dat exacte flesje. Ik wilde het openen maar durfde ook weer niet goed. Als dit echt van hem was dan.. of was het gewoon dat van mij. Had ik dat in mijn droom gedaan. Had ik……was dat waarom dat Tjeezzz dit werd echt steeds gekker.

Ik schudde het even van me af. Ik had nog een klein uurtje om te douche, geld te pakken, te ontbijten en klaar te zijn voor als Anita kwam. En ja ik stond buiten te wachten toen ze aan kwam rijden. Ze opende de deur voor mij.

“Kijk mooi op tijd” zei ze terwijl ze rustig over mijn schouder naar mijn huis keek.

Verdomme ik had me niet moeten laten ophalen.

“Ja, ik werd wakker gemaakt door mijn ouders”.

“Ja, wie niet pfff” zei ze.

“Ben je er klaar voor”.

“Ik, wel alleen ik weet niet of jij er ook klaar voor bent”.

“Wel shoppen dat is niet zo lastig toch. Daarna wilde je me in mijn nieuwe outfit aan Marco tonen”.

“Eh.. ok, je begrijpt het niet echt he. We zijn de hele dag bezig. Dit gaan we zo maar niet even doen. En Marco wel die wacht maar tot maandag”.

Oh, blijkbaar kreeg Marco gelijk en was dit iets meer dan een gebeuren Ik keek haar aan. “Ga ik dit leuk vinden Anita”.

“Vertrouw je mij Joey?  Ik weet dat we elkaar gisteren pas ontmoet hebben maar ik ga niets doen dat je niet wilt”.

“ja, dat wel, maar zoals je zegt ik ken je pas. Wat gaan we doen dan?”.

“Wel ik heb een afspraak gemaakt bij een goede kennis. Ze had tijd, wel een van haar werknemers vandaag om ons te helpen. Je kunt er vanuit gaan dat het een paar uurtjes gaat duren”.

“Oh, maar ik weet niet of ik zo veel geld wel heb”.

“Dat is niet nodig. Dit is een cadeau van mij”.

“Ja, maar ….”.

“Sorry Joey maar kan je dat vandaag even vergeten? Je mag altijd later iets voor mij terug doen ok”.

Ik knikte maar wist niet wat ze zou doen. Ik zou dat nooit voor haar kunnen evenaren.

“Relax Joey. Heb je nog een leuke middag met Marco gehad”.

“Ja, was prima. Lekker gezwommen. Dat moet wel geholpen hebben want ik was deze ochtend helemaal niet stijf”.

“Ha….jongens en dan niet ..”  ze stopte midden in de zin. Ik keek haar aan. Ik zag dat ze rood kleurde. “Ok, dat moet ik vandaag maar niet te veel doen. Jij bent dat zeker niet gewend zo te merken. Ik heb een dirty mind zo gezegd”.

“Geeft niet”.

Ik was niet van plan om er nog iets over te zeggen.

“Ja, Marco had al gezegd dat hij genoten had van de middag. Leuke film gezien”.

Oh… verdomme wist zij welke. Ik namelijk niet meer. Oh wel die van vannacht maar niet die van gisteren middag

“Ja best wel”.  Ik liet het daarbij en behalve een glimlach reageerde ze er niet op.

Een minuut of 10 later arriveerde we bij een wel, echt herenhuis kun je wel zeggen. We stapte uit en Anita ging voorop de trapjes op en duwde de deur open. Ik had verwacht dat ze op de bel zou drukken maar dat deed ze niet.

Ik volgde haar naar binnen. We waren in een grote hal aangekomen met in het midden een trap naar boven. We waren niet de enige, verschillende mensen stonden aan tafeltjes een kopje koffie en of thee te drinken. Er liepen ook enkele in uniform geklede mensen rond. Een van hen liep naar ons toe en sprak Anita aan. “U had een afspraak mevrouw”.

“Ja, Petra weet heeft iets voor ons geregeld vertelde me ze gisteren”.

Ik zag hem opkijken toen ze de naam Petra liet vallen. Hij negeerde mij maar reageerde gelijk “Ik vraag het even na en dan is er zo iemand bij u”.

Hij liep weg en binnen 1 minuut kwam een vrouw naar ons toe gevolgd door een knappe man. Iets anders kon ik niet zeggen. “ Hoi Anita, leuk je weer te zien. Niet met Marco zie ik vandaag”.

“nee, na de laatste keer krijg ik die echt niet meer mee Petra. Maar ik heb een nieuw slachtoffer gevonden”.  Petra keek naar mij en moest gezien hebben dat ik verschrikt keek toen Anita slachtoffer zij.

“Ze blaft veel maar bijt niet ehhhhh”.

Ik gaf haar een hand en zei “Joey, mevrouw. Mijn naam is Joey”.

“Oh, zo beleeft ook nog”.

“Julian heb ik helemaal vrij gemaakt dus je kunt je gaan. Ik verwacht dat hij er veel plezier in gaat hebben”.

“Dank je Petra dat waardeer ik zeer”.

“We zullen zien hoeveel straks Anita”.

“Geniet er van Joey en laat het gewoon over je komen. Beloof me een ding kom me even opzoeken voor je gaat ok”.

“Ja, mevrouw is prima”.

“Goed. Julian doe je best ik wil het resultaat zien aan het eind van de dag”.

De jongeman keek verbaasd “Vertrouw je me niet meer Petra”.

“Ja wel maar ik denk dat Anita naar iets bijzonders op zoek is en ik wil zeker zijn dat jij dat ook begrijpt”.

“Tuurlijk Petra” zei hij met een glimlach terwijl hij mij van top tot teen op nam.

“Ik denk dat dat wel moet gaan lukken” vervolgde hij. “Anita leuk je weer te zien. Interessante uitdaging deze keer”.

“Oh, volgens mij ga jij een top dag hebben”.

“We zullen zien, zullen we dan maar gaan beginnen”.

“Lijkt mij een goed plan”.

Ze liepen in de richting van een van de deuren aan de zijkant. Ik bleef even staan. Ik zag een behoorlijk aantal mensen kijken naar ons. Jaloers en ook wel afkeurend. Ja ik zag er nou eenmaal niet uit als de gemiddelde clientèle hier. Mijn kleren waren duidelijk niet up to date als ik dit zo zie.

“He Joey, kom je ook” riep Julian.

Ik volgde ze de ruimte in. Het was groot. Aan een kant een grote spiegel met stoel. Aan de andere kant een rails met kleding verder was het vrij leeg.

“Ok, Joey ik hoop dat je gaat waarderen wat we gaan doen. Misschien niet om mee te beginnen maar ik wil je vragen om me te vertrouwen ok”.

Ik keek hem aan. Hmm tijd om beetje Anita te plagen “Jou ook al”. Zie ik met een wat stuurse blik.

Ik zag Julian kijken naar Anita. “Gedraag je” zei zij al lachend.

“Als jullie dat ook doen. Zo wat is het plan dan”.  Ik probeerde even het heft in handen te nemen.

“Wel, ik wil je eerst eens even goed bekijken. Dus kun je je even uitkleden. Ondergoed mag je aanhouden”.

‘Wat” zei ik met mijn mond open.

“He, geen schaamte toch. Ik kan mijn werk alleen doen als ik je goed kan bekijken dus uit met die kleren”.

Ik keek Anita aan. “Eh, hier”.

“Ja, wat is het verschil tussen ondergoed en die zwembroek die je gisteren aan had” zei ze lachend.

Ja daar had ze ook wel weer gelijk in. “Er komt niemand zo maar binnen lopen” vroeg ik aan Julian.

‘nee, ze weten wel beter als ik bezig ben”.

“Ok, “ ik begon langzaam mijn kleren uit te trekken. Een beetje sensueel. Ik zou ze krijgen. Ze dachten mij voor gek te zetten maar daar trapte ik niet in.

“Phffff, wordt warm in hier” zei Julian. “Schiet nou maar op. Ik kan zo ook wel zien dat je een sexy lichaam hebt onder datgene dat je kleding noemt”.

Ik begon nu een rood gezicht te krijgen. Beetje opgelaten liet ik mijn broek zakken en trok ook mijn sokken uit.

“Ok, ga hier maar even staan”.

Hij wees naar een kruis dat op de grond stond.

Ik liep daar naar toe en ging er staan. “Ok, nu even stil staan ja”.

Ik keek om naar waar hij stond. Ik zag hem met een muis bewegen. “Stil staan zij ik. Graag recht voor uit kijken”.

“Wat ben je aan het doen?”.

“Oh, ik neem je maten op. Niet zo leuk als handmatig maar zeker zo snel”.

“Met een computer” vroeg ik.

“Ja, speciaal 3D programma”.

Hij kwam terug gelopen en ging naast Anita in een stoel zitten. “Stil blijven staan ja. Dit duurt ongeveer 5 minuten”.

“Oh, ok”.

“Wat wil je allemaal voor hem aanschaffen Anita”.

Ze begonnen nu een gesprek zonder dat ze aandacht aan mij schonken. Ik kon me niet bewegen en af en toe probeerde ik er wel tussen te komen maar ze negeerde mij totaal.

“Ok, dus als ik het samenvat. Je wilt voor hem 2 paar jeans, een nette broek, een aantal T-shirts voor school, een paar voor stappen, sport kleding en een zwembroek”.

“Ja, dat is het wel. Ok, als jij de kleuren noteert en een beetje gaat kijken wat er allemaal is dan zijn we goed op weg”.

“Ok, wanneer komt … “ begon Anita.

“Over 10 minuten of zo” onderbrak Julian.

“Komt wie” vroeg ik aan hen beide.

Ze negeerde me. Anita ging naar de andere kant waar een groot scherm was en een rek met kleding stond.

“Gewoon aanklikken maar dat weet je vast wel” zei Julian die terug liep naar zijn muis.

Een momentje later kwam hij terug naar mij toe.

‘Dank je Joey dat is in 1 keer goed gegaan. Hij stond nu voor me en begon met zijn handen over mijn lichaam te gaan.  Sorry maar ik weet ook graag waar ik mee werk. De computer geeft me wel de mate maar daar blijft het bij.  Hm, niet zo gespierd is het wel”.

“Eh, nee” antwoorde ik terwijl ik moeite deed om dit niet erotisch te vinden. Hij had hele zachte handen en glimlachte alsof hij precies wist wat hij met me deed.

Hij knielde voor me neer en zijn handen gingen nu langs de zijkant van mijn benen naar beneden. “Hm, meer gespierd hier. Beter. Wat ben je van plan Joey meer te bewegen en je spieren te ontwikkelen of wil je zo blijven”.

“Marco heeft hem onder zijn hoede genomen” Anita antwoorden snel voordat ik kon antwoorden.

“Goed, dat maakt hem nog beter. Ik zou niet zo ver gaan als Marco Joey maar beetje meer maakt het lichaam alleen maar mooier”.

Hij was nu aan de binnenkant van mijn benen omhoog aan het gaan en toen hij mijn slipje aanraakte moest ik een keer diep adem halen. Mijn lul stond al half mast op dat moment.

“Hmm, lekker ding heb je. Laat het maar even groeien ja. Ik moet een idee hebben van het hele lichaam”.

Ik voelde hoe ik opnieuw het schaamrood op mijn kaken kreeg terwijl mijn lul langzaam omhoog sprong. Het werd nog erger toen Anita er aan toevoegde “Ja, en die ballen mogen er volgens mij ook zijn”.

Ze keek nu niet, zat met de rug naar mijn rug toe dus dat was onmogelijk. Ze moest het gisteren aan het zwembad beter geobserveerd hebben dan ik dacht.

“Hmm, ja je hebt gelijk” zei Julian terwijl hij met zijn handen zachtjes mijn ballen masseerde. Hij liet ze los en in plaats daarvan gleden ze sensueel over mijn billen.

“Hmm, nice stevige billen ook. Hij is nog beter om mee te werken dan Marco weet je Anita. Die had gewoon te veel spieren. Dit is veel mooier, stevig, niet te gespierd en mooie proporties. Just perfect” zei hij terwijl hij op stond.

Ik geloof niet dat ik nog roder kon worden dan dat.

“Oh, ik hou er van als iemand niet weet hoe knap en goed gevormd hij is. Jij gaat een hele leuke week tegemoet Joey. Je weet niet wat je gaat over komen”.

“Ik keek hem vragend aan”.

“Je weet toch dat Anita een complete make over heeft geregeld. Je gaat herboren weg hier aan het eind van de dag”.

“Maar eerst. Doe dit shortje maar aan. Dan sta je wat minder te kijk. Je zou Francis dadelijk anders te veel afleiden”.

“Francis? “.

“Ja, terwijl ik ga werken aan de ontwerpen gaan we eerst eens kijken wat we met je haar kunnen”.

“Oh”.

“Ben jij al klaar Anita”.

“nee niet klaar maar ik wil even met Joey praten, maar er is genoeg voor je om mee te beginnen”.

Ik trok snel mijn shortje aan. Niet veel kleding maar beter dan waar ik net alleen in stond.

“Kom hier even zitten Joey”.

Ik zakte naast Anita op de stoel. “Julian heeft gelijk weet je. Marco overdrijft een beetje. Jij ziet er veel beter uit al met al. En nee dat zeg ik niet om je te plagen of zo. Ik meen dat”.

Ik glimlachte verlegen naar haar. “ Ik ben zo veel complimenten niet gewend Anita”, zei ik eerlijk.

“Weet ik, geef niet maar raak er maar aan gewend”.

“Hoe bedoel je. Wacht maar af later vanmiddag”.

“Ok, maar waarom doe je dit allemaal voor mij”. Het was een vraag waar ze toch echt ergens een antwoord op schuldig zou zijn. Ik wist nu dat dit niet duur was maar gewoon heel heel erg duur.

“Ik zal eerlijk met je zijn. Pff dit is niet makkelijk. Laat ik beginnen te zeggen dat als je geen homo was ik waarschijnlijk alles had gedaan om je in bed te krijgen want je bent gewoon heerlijk Joey. Maar ja, dat zal nooit gebeuren dus …. “ ze stopte toen ze mijn gezicht met open mond zag.

“Je bent toch homo Joey, dat had ik toch bij het rechte eind”.

“Eh, ja maar hoe….. “.

Ze sloeg haar arm om me heen toen ze zag dat er tranen in mijn ogen begonnen te komen.

“Rustig maar Joey. Je bent veilig bij mij ja”.

Ik knikte omdat ik dat wist maar ik kon nog geen woorden uitbrengen.

We zaten zo even stil. Ik keek haar weer aan “ Hoe wist je het, zie ik er zo homo over duidelijk uit”.

“nee, helemaal niet. Het was meer hoe Marco en jij om elkaar heen dansen”.

“Oh, maar ik heb niets laten merken aan Marco, ik weet dat hij zo niet is”.

Ze begon te lachen. “Joey, Joey… misschien weet Marco het zelf  nog niet. Misschien is hij het ook niet maar jullie tweeën dat is voor bestemd weet je”.

Ik keek haar met stomme verbazing aan.

“Ik heb jullie bezig gezien aan het sporten gisteren. De seksuele spanning spetterde er van af”.

“oh, eh.. wanneer heb je ons …”.

“Laatste deel …”.

“Eh.. dus toen we…”.

“Ja, waarom dacht je anders dat ik wist dat je grote mooie ballen had”.

Ik kleurde helemaal rood weer.

“Geeft niet Joey.. je bent een fantastische schoonbroer”.

“Je denkt dat Marco..”.

“Ja, daar twijfel ik niet aan. Zoals gezegd misschien weet hij dat zelf nog niet maar dat zal morgen wel anders zijn”.

“Je bedoelt…”.

“ja, waarom denk je dat ik dit doe. Een beetje voor jou maar ook voor mijn broer ..”.

“Weet hij dat we hier zijn”.

“Misschien al hoewel toen ik met hem ging had ik twee maanden van te voren geboekt dus ik denk dat hij dit niet vermoed”.

Op dat moment ging de deur open. Een flamboyante 20-er kwam de ruimte in lopen. “Je hebt geluk gehad Anita. Ik had een dag je vrij gepland maar het was zulk slecht weer”.

Ik keek Anita aan, dat viel toch wel mee dacht ik.

“Ja, in jou wereld wel Francis maar jou pech is ons geluk. Hier ik wil je voorstellen aan Joey”.

Ik stak mijn hand aan die met enthousiasme door Francis geschud werd terwijl hij met zijn ogen mijn lichaam afging.

“Hoi Joey, dat wordt een prachtig werk vandaag zo te zien. Je weet ze wel uit te zoeken Anita”.

Terwijl hij dat laatste zei begon hij ook langzaam met zijn handen door mijn haren heen te gaan. Echt een kapper dacht ik.

“Oh, en dit is lekker om mee te werken. Beetje dik, goede lengte en zonder krullen of zo. Je weet dat ik daar niet van hou”.

“Klopt Francis, ik moest ook gelijk aan jou denken toen ik gisteren Julian belde”.

“Prima. Wel kom eens mee Joey dan zullen we eens even kijken wat we kunnen gaan doen”.

Hij liep naar de stoel en pas toen hij daar aangekomen was zag hij dat ik nog steeds zat.

“He, is er iets, kom dan kunnen we beginnen”.

“Eh, wel. Julian, Anita. Even jullie aandacht graag”.

Anita keek mij aan. Julian draaide zich om.

“Even voor alle duidelijkheid. Ik vind het prima en vertrouw jullie helemaal maar die onder onsjes onderling en het negeren van mij gedurende die onder onsjes daar heb ik het wel mee gehad. Dus als je wilt dat we door gaan dan graag mij er bij betrekken en vertellen wat je gaat doen ok”.

“Oh, de little cub krijgt tanden” Julian zei.

Ze knikte wel alle drie en ik stond op en liep naar Francis.

“Ok, wat ik ga doen is verdeeld in een paar stappen Joey. Ik ga eerst even kijken wat ik allemaal kan met je haar. Dat betekent veel handen werk en af en toe wat hulpmiddelen. Als ik besloten heb wat te doen dan ga ik even overleggen met Julian over kleuren en style want moet wel aansluiten bij je kleding. Dan komt het modeleren of te wel knippen in plat Nederlands gevolgd door door mogelijk kleur of iets anders. Of er nog meer gedaan moet worden dat hoor ik dat nog wel van Julian of Anita. Voldoende uitgelegd?”.

“Ja, helder, maar met kleur wat bedoel je dan”.

“Oh, wel kleur of lichter of donkerder of wat dan ook”.

“Oh, maar geen geel of groen of zo”.

“nee, zeker niet daar hoef je je niet bang voor te maken. Je zei dat je ons vertrouwde dus doe dat ook maar”.

Gedurende een uur of zo was Francis druk in de weer met mijn haar. Ik had Anita en Julian op de achtergrond horen praten maar eigenlijk zat ik gewoon lekker in mijn stoel beetje weg te dromen.

“Je bent nu stijf ook he, terwijl je er over praat” hoorde ik iemand zeggen.

“Ja, sorry het is zo vreemd. Ik snap er niets van”.

“komt nog wel broertje, komt nog wel. Geniet van je heerlijke dromen, is toch allemaal maar bedrog”.

“Dat weet je niet, niet bij ons”.

“Ja, maar die komen pas later dus dat zal nog echt wel even duren”.

“weet ik, maar toch. Het blijft raar. Ik werd echt wakker van een heerlijke droom. Ik weet ook zeker dat ik ben klaar gekomen, maar toch geen spoor er van”.

“Das lachen, ben je vergeten hoe het moet”.

“Ja, lach jij maar”.

Ik besefte dat ik weer in het huis was van Marco. Dat moet het jongste broertje zijn, diegene die ik nog niet gezien had. Hij was ook een lekker ding. Ja nog niet zo’n gespierde body als dat van Marco maar je kon wel degelijk de gelijkenis zien. Ik voelde hoe mijn jongeheer zich weer ging oprichten. Ik merkte dat Marco aan die droom van vannacht zat te denken. Wow, hij had er echt van genoten. Zou Anita dan toch gelijk hebben. Marco zat te dagdromen want ik voelde bijna letterlijk hoe hij mijn lul weer in zijn mond nam en …. Langzaam begon te zuigen, met zijn tong vooruit richting mijn ballen.

“Ah…. “ zei ik nog net in staat om het zachtjes te doen.

“Ik raakte je toch niet” zei Francis die mij aan het knippen was.

“Nee, nee. Is ok” bracht ik zachtjes uit terwijl ik merkte hoe Marco genoot van mijn jongeheer, mijn liefdespaal. Bij zoog nog een keer diep en ik wist wat er toen ging gebeuren. Wow dus zo voelde dat. Mijn liefdespaal begon te kloppen en het was net alsof ik het sperma er door heen voelde gaan. Op dat moment begon ik het weer te proeven in mijn mond. Mijn eigen zaad. Marco was echt alles aan het herleven. Betekent dat …. Oh ja hij trok even aan zijn lul en daar… ja daar schoot ook zijn sperma het potje in dat hij had gepakt. Ik kreunde als of ik gelijk klaarkwam met hem. “Ohhhhh “ shit dacht ik niet weer.

“Gaat het Joey” Francis vroeg weer.

Ik opende mijn ogen en zag hem duidelijk naar mijn kruis staren.

“Eh.. ja, sorry maar ik was even in slaap gevallen”.

“Oh is dat het noemen we het zo”.

Wat ik niet gemerkt had, was dat Anita inmiddels naast hem stond.
“eh… mag ik even Francis. Ik denk dat het goed is dat ik even een onder onsje met Joey heb. Kijk jij even wat Julian aan het doen is, hij is inmiddels een stuk verder.

Francis begreep de hint.

“Eh. Joey ben jij zojuist eh… wel je weet wel ….”.

Ik kleurde niet een beetje rood maar heel erg.

“Ok, dat geeft niet. Maar was jij in Marco zijn hoofd zojuist”.

“Wat bedoel je wel” vroeg ik haar.

“Well, ………

Ok, langzaam komen we naar een eind toe van dit verhaal denk ik…. Hoop dat jullie het nog steeds leuk vinden. Berichtjes zijn welkom.

days on the beach – 8

It was still rather early on Memorial Day when Sara had made Jason humiliate himself in front of a crowd of people.  The sun hadn’t yet
reached its pinacle in the sky.  After the show was over, and the audience had dispersed, Jason was allowed to put his jockstrap back on.
As was usual with this sessions, once the humiliation was over, the boys were allowed to lay on the blanket while Mark and Joe went to entertain themselves in other ways.  They were left with full instructions not to do anything until their masters returned.  Once in a while, a stray person walking on the beach would come by and say something to the three nearly nude boys on the blanket.  This was usually answered only by a blush by all three of them.

Once lunchtime had arrived, Joe and Mark returned from their swim in the water.  They dried off and asked their three slaves how they were doing. As was per their instructions, they all said they were doing well and it was left at that.

“Good,” Mark said.  “Since today’s a holiday, we are going to do things a little different than before.”

“We think that with everything you boys have gone through, you deserve to have a little Memorial Day party later tonight,” Joe added.  “But first, we do have some things to do throughout the day.”

None of the three boys laying on the blanket liked the sound of a party. Although Joe and Mark would try to make it seem like it was to their benefit, it was more than likely just another way to embarrass them. Each of them exchanged nervous glances, confirming that they were all three thinking of the same thing.  This was going to get a lot worse before the night was over.

“So, after we have lunch, we’re actually going to split you boys up,”
Mark continued.  “I am going to take Jason here to the local swimming pool.  I think there’s a lot of people there who would appreciate seeing such a yummy hunk like him.”

“And I am going to take Sean and Kyle back to Sean’s apartment,” Joe said.  “We have some things to do to get ready for the party tonight.”

The look that appeared on Sean’s face said a lot more than he intended for it to tell.  It was obvious to him that this party was going to be held at his apartment.  Of all of the things that were happening, this was one of the ideas that he hated the most.  Whenever he was forced to do anything that would either get him in trouble with the police, or possibly his landlord, it seemed to him like too many lines were being crossed. On the other hand, if he were not to comply, there were no telling what the consequences would hold.  There was really no choice but to let their tormentors do absolutely whatever they wanted to.

Mark seemed to read Sean’s facial expressions perfectly.  He smiled and nodded his head.  “Yup, I think you clearly understand exactly what’s going on, Sean,” the boy stated.  “Only I don’t think you suspect that it’s going to be half as bad as it already is.”

Sean sighed and simply looked down.  He knew there was really nothing that he could do in this instance.

“Okay,” Mark said.  “Time to get ready to go.  Joe will drop Jason and I off at the pool and then it’s off to your place for fun, Seanie boy.”

“Fun, indeed,” Sean thought.

1.  Jason’s day at the pool.

Mark and Jason were let out of the car as they arrived at the swimming pool.  In the car, Jason was forced to change out of the jockstrap and into an actualy bikini.  It was a small relief, however, as the bikini was way too small and didn’t cover much.  While they rode along, Sean and Kyle were instructed to fondle Jason to keep his cock as hard as they could.  The two of them took turns, rubbing and caresing the hard on through the fabric, keeping it stiff.  After a while of this, they were giving the dick such a workout that wet precum stains were beginning to form on the pouch.

As the car drove away, Mark and Jason made their way into the shower room.  Mark was fully clothed, so this made Jason stand out even more than was usual.  He was clad in only an extremely tight, red bikini brief which didn’t do a good job at all hiding his cock.  Luckily, Mark let him keep the small scrap of clothing on, however, as the boy showered.  After they had both gotten themselves cleaned off, they headed into the swimming pool area.

Being the first big holiday weekend of the spring/summer, it went without saying that the pool was really crowded.  A lot of eyes turned to the two young men as they made their way into the crowd.  Most of them were staring at the young stud in the red bikini, with an obvious body part straining to be released from them, and not really the other wearing long shorts where nothing could be seen.

“So, what are we going to do?” Jason asked, scared to know what the answer to this question could be.  “Just swim?”

“We’ll play some of it by ear,” Mark informed him.  “First, tell me if anyone you know is here.”

Jason looked around and to his chagrin realized that there were indeed some people he recognized.  Some guys from the varsity football team he played on were hanging out and some were swimming.  A few girls from the cheerleading team were there, including a few that he had done a couple of times.  Reluctantly, he nodded at Mark.

“Good, well here’s what I want you to do,” Mark instructed.  “You see that lifegaurd over there?”  He pointed and Jason followed his gaze.

The lifegaurd was a pretty close friend of Jason’s.  In the past years, Jason had actually been a volunteer lifegaurd at one of the other pools in town.  Originally, when they had come to this pool, he had felt relieved that it wasn’t some place he had worked before.  But upon seeing Alex as one of the lifegaurds was just as bad.  Jason slowly nodded.

Mark somehow caught on the implications of the situation.  A smile spread its way across his lips.  “Someone you know, huh?” he asked.

“A little,” Jason admitted, knowing that the admission would probably only make everything worse than it already was.

“Good, that’ll make it a lot more fun,” Mark giggled.  “I want you to go over and lean on the lifegaurd stand.  When he looks down at you, you are to adjust your cock so he can see you doing it.  If he wants to talk to you, then talk to him.  But, as long as he talks to you, keep absently rubbing your cock through the bikini.  Even if he tells you to stop, keep doing it.  Then, I will be standing across the pool from you.  I will wave at you when I want you to stop.  As soon as you see my wave, you are to jump into the water.  You’re a good diver, right?”

Jason nodded.

“Good,” Mark said.  “Now get to it.”

Mark then made his way to the other side of the swimming pool.  With some trepidation, Jason walked slowly over to where Alex was sitting.  He had never thought about it before, but he realized then what a stud Alex had to be.  He stood about 6 foot one, and was very toned.  His hair was dirty blonde and he had a very light sprinkle of this blonde hair on his chest.  For a split second, Jason found himself wondering what his pubes looked like.  Shaking himself out of that line of thinking, he finally reached the lifegaurd station.  Alex’s hot, tanned body was not very far away from him.  Knowing it wasn’t really a proper thing for him to do, he leaned against the station.

Alex immediately looked down.  “Hey, don’t lean against-” he began, but then saw who it was.  “Jason?”

“Hey!” Jason said, in mock surprise.  “Alex, what are you doing here?”

“Working, obviously,” came the reply.  The intrusion by leaning was forgotten.  “I haven’t seen you in a long time.  What’s up?”

“Oh,” Jason started, searching for some sort of excuse, “I just decided to come and get a little sun, you know.  Maybe go for a swim or something.”

Alex laughed.  “Well, it looks like you came to show off or something,” he said.  “Could you possibly wear a skimpier outfit?”

Although the initial reaction to this was a blush, Jason also felt that his cock was starting to stiffen.  Looking across the pool, he noticed
that Mark was standing on the other side watching.  A bit of  impatience shown on the younger boy’s face.  This reminded Jason that he was supposed to carress himself while Alex watched.  Slowly, and he hoped subtley, Jason lowered his hand down to his crotch.  With his index finger, he slowly traced the outline of his hard cock.  He tried as hard as he could to make it seem as absent minded as possible.  Alex’s gaze seem to catch him doing it for a moment, but there was no immediate reaction.

“Oh, you know me,” Jason finally replied.  “I like to give all the chicks a good show.”

“Looks like it,” Alex said, his eyes still following Jason’s hand as it only caused his cock to continue to lengthen.  The lifegaurd gulped
slightly.  It seemed like it was a bit hard for him to get his eyes off of his friend’s crotch.  Alex shifted in his seat, and looked back at
Jason.

A quick glance over at Mark showed he was doing good.  Jason also noticed that Mark was talking to three little boys, all of whom were periodically glancing over at them.  The kids couldn’t be any older than 12 years old.  Jason didn’t know what Mark was up to, but sincerely hoped that it wasn’t going to be anything sick.

“What are you up to later tonight?” Jason asked Alex, not sure what to really say.  He couldn’t keep his fingers away from his growing shaft and it appeared that Alex couldn’t keep his eyes away from it either.  The silence between them was making him feel rather uncomfortable, though.

“Huh?” Alex asked, momentarily pulling his eyes away.  Once he realized what was being said, he tried to compose himself and smiled.  “Oh, nothing big, you know.  I figured since it was Memorial Day that I should just go out and party, you know.  There’s a lot of hot parties going on tonight.  You going to any?”

“Yeah,” Jason admitted.  “I have one being planned especially for me, actually.”  There was no way that he was going to say anything more about that one.

“Sounds cool,” Alex said, letting his gaze shift back down to Jason’s crotch.  Still, the lifegaurd didn’t say anything about what the boy was doing.  It had gone beyond the point of him just being nice to his friend, though.  It was obvious that Alex was getting rather turned on by the situation.  Jason couldn’t deny that he was starting to feel very horny himself.  Looking down again, his cock was betraying him once more.  It was getting so hard, that it was threatening to push past the flimsy waistband of the bikini.  A bit of alarm began to fill his mind.

With a quick look over at Mark, he saw that the boy was simply standing there watching.  Jason gave him an exasperated look, hoping he would be getting his sign by now.  Mark only shrugged his shoulders and smiled. The three boys that he had been talking to were gone at that point, but Jason wasn’t really worried about that.

Turning back to Alex, the lifegaurd was still staring and practically drooling over the scene.  Jason had never figured him for a fag, but he knew that it didn’t matter at this point.  He himself had done so much over the past few days that he knew he was in no position to say anything bad about what anyone else was doing.  This was especially true because having Alex look at him like that was only serving to turn him on even more than ever.

“So… you dating anyone right now?” Jason stammered, trying to find something else to talk about.  It sounded lame, he knew, but there wasn’t anything that could be done about that.

Absentmindedly, Alex shook his head.  A little bead of sweat appeared on the lifegaurd’s forehead and trickled down his cheek.  From the vantage point, Jason was able to look up and see what Alex was trying to hide. His own cock was getting hard and tenting his shorts.  He had tried moving his legs together to cover it, but it was to no avail.  It even appeared that he wasn’t giving any thought to being seen.

Rightly so, because Jason looked around again and saw that most of the people in the pool were looking at him.  He felt himself turn deep red again.  Looking down, he saw that his cockhead had inched itself up and was pushing on the waistband.  It only needed to grow another half inch and it would break free of its tight prison.  Frantically, Jason again looked over at Mark, hoping for some sort of reprieve.

Mark, looked over at something or somebody, and then turned back to Jason.  Seeming satisfied, he gave Jason the sign that he could dive into the water.  A flood of relief washed over Jason and he turned to look at Alex again.

“Hey, man, I think I am gonna go for a swim,” Jason said.  “It was really cool seeing you again.”

“Hmmm?” Alex asked, and then realized what he was doing.  Jason’s cock had pushed open the seal of the bikini waistband, and since he was sitting higher, he was able to see a little of the cockhead as it tried to make its way out.  For the first time, it dawned on him that he was staring and hard, so Alex snapped out of it.

“Oh, yeah,” the lifegaurd said.  “You have fun.  I am actually getting off… or my shift is over in a few minutes anyhow.  Have a fun swim.
I’ll see you later.”

Jason didn’t want to make any more small talk. In a rush to cover himself, he dove headfirst into the water.  It wasn’t very deep, but he
was a very experienced diver.  In a split second, he was concealed by the clean water of the swimming pool.  For the first time in the whole day, Jason felt concealed.

“You two grab his arms,” an unfamiliar voice said.

Turning around, Jason saw the three boys that Mark had been talking to a few minutes before.  Before he realized what was going on, two of the boys from behind grabbed his arms and were holding him still.  The other boy was in front of him and had a wicked smile on his face.  Mark had put them up to something, and it couldn’t be good.

Hoping that his friend Alex could get him out of this, Jason turned to look at the lifegaurd station.  Mark had quickly made his way over,
though, and was talking to him.  There was no way to do this discreetly and keep from getting in trouble.

The third boy took a breath and he dove underwater.  It only took a minute for Jason to figure out what was going on.  In spite of his
flailing legs, the third boy made for Jason’s bikini.  Struggle as he might, there was not a whole lot that could be done  The boy but his
thumbs into the waistband and quickly pulled the bikini down to Jason’s ankle.  The hard cock was set free and it continued to throb in the cold water.  Jason tried to keep the boy from getting the bikini off of his ankles, but it was no use.  The boy got the bikini and Jason was naked in the water.

Surfacing, the third boy held the red bikini in the air as if it were a trophy.  The splashing had gained some unwanted attention, however.  A lot of folk were looking over at the situation, mostly thinknig it was just some boys rough housing.  Still, they kept watching.

The two boys let him go.  The three of them together made it to the ladder and climbed out before Jason could do much of anything.  He was an awesome swimmer, but that didn’t do him a whole lot of good at that point.  He was also naked, embarrassed and shocked by what had happened.

“Don’t worry,” he told himself.  “Just ask Alex for some help and he’ll get you a towel or something.  Screw it if Mark gets pissed.  All the kid is going to do is punish you anyhow.”

It semed like a good idea, but it was hopeless.  Alex was no where to be seen.  Standing over by the pool at the lifegaurd station was Mark and he had a smile on his face.

“Well, Jason, I think that it’s probably time for us to get going,” Mark said.  “I think you should get out of the pool.”

“I can’t!” Jason protested.  “Too many people are watching me.”

Mark just shook his head.  “I can’t believe you’re still resisting,” he said.  “I have to hand it to you, you’re hard to break.”  Then, in a
quieter voice.  “You’re going to get out of that water and walk back into the shower room, naked, with me.  Your lifegaurd friend, Alex is taking a shower.  So, you’re going to go up behind him and surprise him.  Then, you’re both going to make out and you’re going to give him a blowjob in the shower.”

“No way!” Jason said, knowing it was stupid.  He was positive Mark could come up with a way worse fate if the boy wanted to.

“Or, if you don’t, I am going to get a couple of those gay guys over there watching you to meet us in the showers and they’ll fuck your ass,” Mark threatened.  “What do you think of that?”

Despite all of the weird feelings he had been getting, including the slight attraction for guys that he was not ready to admit to, Jason had no desire at all to be fucked.  With a deep breath, he knew he had to get out of the pool and do as he was told.  He figured it wouldn’t be as bad if he just didn’t watch anyone as he did it.

Swimming up to the ladder, aware of all the eyes on him, Jason started to climb up out of the pool.  Once he was out, his ass and cock were displayed for the whole pool to see.  Most of them had seen what had happened with the three boys, so they knew why Jason was naked.  What caused everyone to laugh, though, was the hard and dripping cock that none of them had expected to see.

“Good boy,” Mark said.

The two boys walked back to the shower room.  A bunch of guys and girls were hooting and whistling at Jason.  As he entered the room, he heard a lot of them applauding him.  The whole time, his cock remained as hard as ever.

Once in the shower room, Mark instructed Jason over to the showers.  He then stood back to watch what was about to happen.

Jason slowly approachd Alex from behind.  The sexy lifegaurd was naked too, and soaping himself up.  For the first time in his life, Jason looked at another man’s butt and found himself admiring it.  The alarms went off in his head, but he had no choice but to ignore them.  With all that had gone on in the past few days, they really didn’t mean much.

Alex seemed completely unaware of what was going on.  He continued lathering himself.  Suds careened down his body, covering his hips and ass with themselves.  Jason felt his cock twitch and move on its own.  He couldn’t believe that this was turning him on so much.

Deciding it was now or never, Jason took his body and pressed up against Alex.  They were about the same height, so it was easy for him to get his arms around the lifegaurd.  Alex jumped a little at first, confirming the fact that he hadn’t known Jason was behind him.  However, with a quick glance around, he saw who it was holding him.  A smile crossed Alex’s face.  He grabbed Jason’s hands and held onto them as they held onto him.  Pulling Jason closer to his backside, he felt Jason’s cock up against him.  A slight moaned escaped Alex’s lips.

Turning in Jason’s arms, Alex met his embrace.  In spite of himself, Jason pulled Alex close to him and their lips met.  They kissed each
other deeply. Their hands began to explore each other, feeling every inch of each other.  It was highly erotic for Jason, who had not felt
something like this since the humiliation had begun for him that weekend.  It felt good to have a little tenderness.

“Oh, Jason,” Alex said into his ear.  “I had no idea you were gay, but man how i have wanted you.”

Jason didn’t know how to react.  He made out with Alex a while longer before realizing that he did have an assignment to complete.  Also, he knew it had to be done before anyone else made their way into the room.

Without a returned word, Jason dropped down to his knees in front of Alex.  The lifegaurd knew what was coming and a smile came to his lips. He put his hands behind his head and stood there.

Alex’s cock was almost as nice as Jason’s.  It wasn’t as long as his, but it was thicker.  It was even thicker than Sean’s, and that boy had a thick dick.  About 7 inches long, he didn’t even want to guess how much it measured around. It was hard, hot and only an inch or so from his mouth.

Jason took the cock into his mouth and began sucking on it.  Alex seemed to not care where they were and he began moaning.  It turned Jason on even more.  The showers were on and they were both being sprayed with warm water.  The shower room was pretty steamed up, making it hard to see much except for the hot boy in front of him.  But even if it wasn’t, Jason doubted he would notice anything else.  He was transfixed on the thick cock in front of him, eager to suck it and get it off.

He paid a lot of close attention to Alex’s cock.  Unlike he had been with Sean and Kyle, he found himself wanted to make Alex feel good in the situation.  The lifegaurd had closed his eyes and moved his hands over to Jason’s shoulders.  Jason licked around the head of the cock, and then decided to lick the entire length of the shaft.  He found that he enjoyed  the feeling of his tongue covering the ample cock.  Alex, of course, liked it took, and he kept moaning.

As soon as Jason took the cock back into his mouth, Alex began to pump his hips a little bit.  He was gentle with it, and Jason appreciated it. He was not yet an expert at sucking cock (and didn’t realize he had used the word ‘yet’) but thought he was doing a good job.

Getting a little braver, Jason reached down and started fondling Alex’s balls.  He then took his hand and brought it up to the shaft and started jacking the part that his mouth could not cover.  Alex’s breath then became deep and ragged and it was clear that something was about to happen.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum!” Alex said, much louder than he should have.  Jason didn’t care, though.  He found he wanted to make Alex cum.  He felt he needed to make the boy shoot all over the place.  But what he found strangest of all was the fact that although he KNEW Alex was going to cum, he didn’t pull his mouth of his cock.  Mark had not ordered him to let Alex cum in his mouth, but Jason found that he wanted it to happen.

He kept jacking and sucking and soon he felt the load from the lifegaurd’s cock start shooting into his mouth.  At first, the taste
caught him a bit offgaurd, but he didn’t care.  He continued to suck and jack, until he was able to milk every last drop of fluid from the spent dick.  Jason swallowed every single drop.

Afterwards, Alex pulled Jason to his feet.  The two met and started kissing.  It felt good at first.

Jason then realized what was happening.  He broke the kiss and looked at Alex with a shock.  The lifegaurd seemed confused.  Without thinking, Jason broke away and started to leave.

“Jason, what’s wrong?” Alex asked, a bit of apprehension in his voice. “Are you okay?”

“Um, I gotta go,” Jason said.  He turned and ran out of the shower room. He was at the point, as well, where he didn’t care if anyone saw him. All he wanted was to find Mark so they could get out of the place.

“Jason?” Alex called after him.

Days on the beach chapter 9

joey en de droomjongen -5

Marco had een glimlach op zijn gezicht. Ik kon niets zeggen niets doen. In een vlotte beweging liet ik de handdoek vallen en dook ik het water in. Ik had afkoeling nodig. Gewoon even zwemmen, lekker door het water glijden. Niet nadenken gewoon doen.

Ik genoot van het warme water. Ik voelde de spanning uit mijn lichaam wegvloeien. Mijn spieren kwamen tot rust. Heerlijk Marco had gelijk gehad even zwemmen hielp. Na een aantal baantjes voelde ik hoe Marco inmiddels naast me lag en ook zijn baantjes trok.

Ik wist nog even niet wat ik moest doen. Moest ik nu iets zeggen of …. Ik dacht even terug wat er gebeurt was. Had hij het gemerkt. Was het echt geweest of had ik even gedroomd. Al hoewel dat gele jockstrap kwam ergens vandaan en ook die zuigzoen op mijn nek was niet iets fake’s.  Ik voelde hoe mijn lul weer wat begon te groeien, denkend aan die geile droom ontmoetingen.

Na nog een baantje of 10 had ik genoeg gehad. Ik liet me uitglijden richting de zij kant van het zwembad. Trok me op en ging op de rand zitten. Mijn voeten in het water bungelend. Ik keek nu naar Marco die ijverig door ging. Mijn blik liet ik over zijn lichaam gaan. Hij had een redelijk grote zwembroek aan, jammer dacht ik. Terwijl voelde ik hoe mijn lul zich nog wat meer present maakte. Blijkbaar durfde ik nu ook weer wat meer. Mijn handdoek lag een meter of 5 van mij vandaan maar ik zat hier goed.

Ik zag Marco langzamer gaan en uiteindelijk kwam dreef hij naar mij toe.

“Lekker he, even zo uitzwemmen”.

“ja, heerlijk. Ik was behoorlijk moe en mijn spieren waren stijf maar dat zwemmen helpt inderdaad”.

“Ja, het echte verschil merk je natuurlijk morgen pas. Moet je een keer het zwemmen overslaan dan voel je het pas echt wat je gedaan hebt”.

“Maar jij bent toch niet meer Stijf als je dit doe”.

Ik legde onbewust de nadruk een beetje op stijf.

Verdomme, kleurde hij nou een beetje. Hij kwam dichterbij naar me toe nu en drukte zich op zodat naast me zat.

“Moet ik Anita straks nog een les je leren of was ze goed”.

“Oh, poeslief” zei ik.

“Eh.. ja, je moet iets gedaan hebben bij haar. Ze neemt je morgen mee shopping begrijp ik”.

“Ja, onverwacht maar wel leuk”.

Hij keek me onderzoekend aan en zei toen “Jij liever dan ik. Ik hoor van andere dat gaan winkelen met je vriendin is het ergste wat je kunt overkomen”.

“Eh, maar zij is niet mijn vriendin Marco”.

“Oh, wel ze is nog al weg van je blijkbaar. Ze heeft nog nooit een van mijn vrienden meegenomen op deze manier”.

“Wel je hebt mij de rest van de dag en je zus morgen pas. Wat gaan we nog meer doen”.  Ik schrok van de openheid die ik toonde. Ik was nooit zo… maar Marco stelde me op mijn gemak. Ik kon me zelf zijn. Ondanks wat eerder was voorgevallen.

“Weet ik niet. Misschien even gamen dadelijk of een filmpje kijken of , zeg jij het maar”.

De volgende paar minuten praten we heen en weer wat we konden doen. Hij had een uitgebreide hoeveelheid aan games en films. Maar ook boeken blijkbaar. In eens voelde ik een hand op mijn zwembroekje, deze ging zachtjes heen en weer over mijn lul. Verdomme ik had me niet gerealiseerd dat ik die daar naar toegebracht had. Het was lekker en ik voelde hoe mijn lul weer had begon te worden. Ik durfde niet naar Marco te kijken maar probeerde mijn hand naar de zijkant van mijn lichaam te brengen.

“Weet je, je hebt daar een behoorlijke zuigzoen zitten op je nek. Moet heftig geweest zijn?”

Ik moest hem nu wel aankijken. Ik kon nu ook eindelijk mijn hand terug trekken. Opgelucht draaide ik mijn hoofd en keek hem aan.

“Je hebt geen idee Marco. Het was heet, zo geil, zo wow”.

“Ah, eh ok, sorry ik hoef geen details, alleen ik had dat niet verwacht van je”. Hij reageerde verlegen, bijna met spijt dat hij het had gevraag”.

“Wel ik heb er ook niet veel voor gedaan. Misschien de andere gewoon laten gaan”.

“Het was dus best gaaf”.

“Ja, maar jij moet toch ook al wel wat ervaringen hebben. Je bent reuze populair op school”.

“Ja, maar dat wil niet zeggen dat ik met iedereen in bed duik weet je”.  zei hij zich verdedigend en aanvallend gelijktijdig.

“Oh, dat zeg ik niet Marco. Begrijp me niet verkeerd maar je weet wat er over populaire jongens word gezegd”.

Hij lachte nu weer “Ja, maar stille wateren hebben het misschien wel beter” zei hij terwijl wijzend op mijn nek.

Ik voelde me nu kleuren. “Het wordt kouder ik ga me omkleden ok”.

“Is, goed ik ga een filmpje klaar zetten ok”.

Ik knikte en liep naar het gebouwtje terug.

Even later lagen we op zijn bed te kijken naar een film op het belachelijk grote scherm er recht tegen over.

Welke film dat moet je me vooral niet vragen aangezien ik geen idee had. Ik genoot van de aanraking af en toe met onze benen en voeten, de warmte van zijn lichaam zo dichtbij en oh ja de geur die zijn bed af gaf. Echt Marco dacht ik. Verschillende keren begon ik een stijve te krijgen maar ik kon deze gelukkig onderdrukken. De rest van de middag was prettig, gezellig en net alsof ik hem al jaren kende. Wat was dat toch.

Zo tegen 4 uur verliet ik Marco en die mooie woning terug naar mijn eigen stulp. Mijn eigen kamer, leeg, zonder gevoel er in. Het voelde misschien nog wel erger dan normaal. Mijn ouders hadden wel geroepen toen ik binnen kwam maar ik had ze genegeerd. Het was nu 8 uur in de avond en nog steeds was er niet geroepen dat er iets te eten was. Blijkbaar waren ze vandaag al vroeg begonnen aan het bier. Al mijn zelfvertrouwen van eerder die dag was ik kwijt geraakt. Dat was een andere wereld, die kon niet duren. Ik moest me daar niet aan overgeven. Niet aan laten wennen. Ik was een loser, met loser ouders en geen kans… shit. Misschien voelde ik me nu nog wel depressiever dan voor dat Marco tegen me begon te praten. Dit was …. …

Ik begon te lezen in een van de weinige boeken die ik had. Dagdromen dat was nog wel het meeste waar ik van hield. Waar ik me terug kon trekken in mijn eigen wereld. Hopend op een heerlijke droom weer begon ik langzaam weg te zakken in een diepe slaap.

Ik ruik, hmm, heerlijk die geur. Ik kende die geur. Ik keek om me heen en ik was terug in Marco zijn slaapkamer. Hij lag naast me, glimlach op zijn gezicht.

“Eh, weet je hoe ik aan mijn trekken kom”.

Ik keek hem aan, wat bedoelde hij.

“Je weet wel” Hij gebaarde met zijn hand naar zijn lul en maakt een aftrekkend gebaar.

“Oh,  ” zei ik ” eh nee”.

“Hier moet je kijken”.  Hij drukte op de knop van de tv en daar kwam een naakte vrouw en man in beeld. Samen lagen ze op een bed en wat ze aan het doen waren was wel duidelijk. Gebiologeerd keek ik naar het scherm. Geil dacht ik. Mijn blik voornamelijk op de man.  “Lekker he” zei Marco.

“Hmm”.

Even later kwam er een derde in beeld. Een jonge knul die eerst aandacht aan de vrouw begon te besteden maar vervolgens vonden zijn handen ook de weg naar de man, streelde hij het torso, de tepels en langzaam ook de schouders. Even later liet hij zich afzakken naar de lul en ballen van de man die terwijl heftig doorging met beffen.

“Leuk he” zei Marco nu weer. Ik keek hem aan. Mijn blik ging naar zijn kruis. Hij had een stijve dat was duidelijk. Ik wist dat mijn lul in ongeveer dezelfde staat verkeerde. Hij aarzelde maar kwam langzaam dichterbij. Ik hield hem niet tegen toen zachtjes onze lippen elkaar raakte. hmm, heerlijk die zachte huid, de warmte die er van af kwam. Ik voelde hoe hij langzaam door zijn mond uit ademde. De lucht maakte dat zijn lippen een beetje vibreerde en terwijl zachtjes mijn lippen kietelde. Wow, geil hmmm…

Hij opende zijn lippen nu en duwde zachtjes zijn tong tegen mijn lippen aan. Maakte ze nat en vervolgens vonden ze een weg mijn mond in. Een explosie van genot ging door me heen toen zijn tong het puntje van die van mij aan raakte. Al snel raakte ze in een heftige situatie van aanraken en strelen af en toe afgewisseld met het strelen van mijn lippen.

Onze handen hadden in de tussentijd hetzelfde besluit genomen. Mijn handen hadden de weg gevonden naar zijn rug. Die van hem waren meer doelgericht op weg gegaan naar mijn kruis. Opende mijn rits en vervolgens ook mijn broek. Hij moet de warmte van mijn lul gevoeld hebben door mijn slipje. Ik bewoog mijn middenrif omhoog. Ik wilde die handen weer voelen, alleen deze keer aan mijn eigen lul in plaats die van hem.

Hij duwde mijn slipje snel omlaag en omsingelde mijn lul met zijn hand. Kneep er zachtjes in alvorens hij de huid ervan begon te strelen. Zachtjes op en neer, heel langzaam ontblootte hij daarmee ook mijn eikel. Ik kreunde nu in mond. Het heftig kussen was namelijk nog steeds niet opgehouden. Mijn handen hadden inmiddels zijn t-shirt uit zijn broek gehaald en hij besefte dat ik dat stukje kleding tussen ons in verwijdert wilde hebben.

Hij stopte even met kussen, keek mij aan en liet mij toe om het t-shirt over mijn hoofd heen te trekken. Ik nam zijn prachtige bovenlichaam in me op. Een beetje haar maar over het algemeen glad. “Mooi” verzuchtte ik langzaam. Hij had mijn lul nu losgelaten en deed hetzelfde bij mij. Ik zag dat zijn ogen iedere millimeter van mijn torso opnamen en het leek wel of hij er in verdronk. Ik lachte. “De rest ook” zei ik zachtjes.

Ik volgde zijn blik naar zijn kruis waar zijn handen snel zijn rits en knoop open maakte en nog sneller zijn broek naar beneden duwde. Hij had een witte tanga slip aan waarin zijn lul zich van zijn volle glorie liet zien.

Ok die duwde hij naar beneden waarbij zijn prachtige liefdes paal met een sprongetje vrij kwam. Daar moest deze al enige tijd opgewacht hebben aangezien voorvocht enthousiast de top van zijn lul verliet en op zijn bovenbenen en buik belanden. Zonder na te denken bewogen mijn handen naar de spetters op zijn buik en schepte deze op. Ik bracht ze voorzichtig naar mijn lippen en likte er aan. Deze keer had ik niet alleen de reactie die Marco had op het proeven van zijn zaad maar had ik ook de smaak zelf. Mijn lul liet zich niet onbetuigd en ook ik was nu nat met voorvocht.

“Ik wil hem proeve” hoorde ik Marco zachtjes zeggen. Hij duwde me achter over en even later bracht zijn adem een warme ervaring over mijn lul. Met sprongetjes probeerde deze de mond van Marco te bereiken. Tot uiteindelijk boem.. daar was het zijn tong raakte mijn eikel aan. Ik hapte naar adem terwijl gevoelens van puur genot golfden door mijn lichaam. Wat een ervaring. Zachtjes ging zijn tong verder en verder richting mijn ballen. Tegelijktijd besefte ik dat hij niet likte maar dat zijn lippen steeds verder diezelfde kant op gingen. Nieuwe golven van genoten gingen door mijn lichaam en ik wist dat dit niet lang meer ging duren. Ik duwde Marco zachtjes weg. Ik wilde meer genieten. Marco laten genieten. Ik wilde nog niet .. maar op dat moment, terwijl Marco met zijn tong mijn ballen aanraakte wist ik dat ik verloren was en voelde hoe mijn ballen samen trokken en golf na golf van sperma mijn ballen verlieten, op weg naar Marco zijn mond.  Mijn handen hadden terwijl Marco zijn lul gevonden en voelde hoe deze steeds harder werd. Feitelijk mee bewoog op de golven van mijn hoogte punt tot dat, net nadat ik was klaar gekomen ook langzaam voelde hoe hij kwam. Net voordat dat gebeurde richtte hij zich op. Pakte iets van zijn nachtkastje en hield dat bij zijn lul. Ik keek toe hoe hij klaarkwam en zijn sperma uit zijn lul schoot. Hij ving het op in iets zag ik. Wow, hij bleef maar komen, straal na straal na straal. Toen hij eindelijk klaar was zette hij het op het nachtkaste en liet zich achter over in bed vallen. Hij keek me aan en zei . “Oh, wat a joy ben jij toch Joey. Dit had ik nooit kunnen dromen”.

Oh ja en dat was het weer natuurlijk. Ik werd wakker van het kloppen op de deur. “Wij zijn weer thuis. Zorg dat je het rustig houd vandaag. Wij willen slapen” en met dat hoorde ik hoe de voetstappen weg gingen en de deur van de slaapkamer dicht ging. Of ik nu thuis was geweest of niet ze hadden het nooit geweten. Ik dacht terug na over mijn droom. Wat een geweldig geile manier van klaar komen. Ik wist zeker dat ik klaar was gekomen maar mijn slipje was niet nat en ook het bed en de lakens waren droog. Raar, ik was toch echt klaar gekomen. Ik ging recht op zitten, zag dat het bijna 10 uur was. Tijd om op te staan. Anita zou mij zo ophalen. Mijn blik ging over mijn nachtkastje wat stond daar nu.. was dat.. nee dat kon toch niet. Het was toch een droom geweest. Maar….. Mijn hand bewoog zich langzaam naar het object dat de verbazing in mij gebracht had.

Laat maar weten wat je er van vind tot nu toe? Ik ben benieuwd?

Joey en de droomjongen hoofdstuk 6

days on the beach -7

Memorial Day morning came pretty much like Memorial Day comes every year. The sun came up, birds sang… you know, same old shit.

Jason was the first of the three naked boys to wake up in the morning. After his experience of the night before, he was retied to the bed. This time he was on his back, however. The first sunlight of the morning met his eyes, forcing them open. There was a moment of peacefulness that came before he realized where he was. Then, after looking around, Jason remembered everything that had happened to him over the past few days.

Sean and Kyle were both sleeping on either side of him. Unlike Jason, neither of them were tied down, though. None of the boys were afforded a blanket with which to cover up. To keep warm, they were both cuddled up against Jason’s body. At first, he felt okay with it, though that did not last very long. After all of the abuse he had been suffering, it was not all unpleasant to have a little bit of affection as well.

Looking at his limbs, he was handcufed, spread eagled to the bed. The memories from the previous night reentered his consciousness. In spit of everything that he was feeling, Jason’s cock began to get hard again. This first filled with with a modicum of alarm, but that faded quickly as well. His exposure over the past couple of days was absolute in his mind and he could not see how it could get any worse.

As if in a an answer to his question, the door opened and Mark and Joe walked in. They were already showered and dressed. Although no surprise, the fact that they were in shorts and tank tops revealed to Jason what he was in store for today. It seemed like yet another trip to the beach was imminent.

“Look at him,” Joe laughed. “After all we have put him through and he’s still throwing a rod.”

Mark laughed too. “Well, we were right,” he agreed. “The boy is really loving this. You’ll make a great fag, Jason.”

“I ain’t no fag,” Jason insisted.

“Oh really?” Mark asked. “You’re lying there naked, with a hard cock and two naked homos hugging on your body. If that doesn’t make you gay, I don’t know what will.”

Jason was still adamant not to give in. With a deep breath, he looked away from his tormentors. “I still have a girlfriend, jackass,” he said.

“You really think she is going to touch you again after Josh tells her what happened yesterday?” Mark asked. “Once you turn over to men, girls aren’t too likely to want to take you back.”

“I haven’t ‘turned over to men,'” Jason stated. “And even if she won’t stay with me, there are tons of girls who want me. Hell, I can have all the pussy I want. I’ll salvage my reputation. You’ll see.”

Both of the boys laughed. Their laughter caused Kyle and Sean to start to stir. Looking groggy and unsure of what was going on, they didn’t move very much.

“Great,”Joe said, as he noticed them waking up. “It’s 7 o’clock in the morning. It’s about time you two fags were getting up. We’ve got a busy day today.”

Sean and Kyle didn’t say anything. They were both beyond arguing. Like Jason, they hadn’t really admitted to their captors that they were enjoying their punishment. Unlike Jason, they had both already admitted it to themselves. And Mark and Joe knew this as well. It was the original reason why they knew they had to go get a tougher mark. It wasn’t as fun to torture those who were prone to enjoy the torment. It would be much better to get under the skin of someone who honestly did not want to be treated in the fashion that Mark and Joe were treating them.

“The handcuff keys are on the nightstand,” Joe instructed Sean. “You two unlock are ‘straight’ boy and get ready to go to the beach. We have some fun planned for you all today. Your outfits are laid out in the bathroom. You have 15 minutes to be out by the car. If you’re late, there will be hell to pay.”

With that, the two boys left the room and closed the door. It only took a few moments for Sean and Kyle to undo Jason. They were both hesitant about it at first. After everything they were forced to do to Jason’s body, they worried that the boy would try some sort of retaliation. He didn’t, however, perhaps realizing how much dirt that Mark and Joe had on him. For the moment he went along with everything.

In the bathroom, they found-not to anyone’s surprise- three pairs of underwear. There was a red mesh jockstrap, a leather jockstrap and a red thong. After a very short discussion, it was decided that Sean and Kyle were to wear the jockstraps and Jason would wear the thong. It was Jason, of course, who decided this. He didn’t say why the thong was his preference, but simply put it on.

Nearly naked (and all three of them hard) the boys made their way out of Sean’s apartment and down to the waiting car. Joe and Mark made a couple ‘whoots’ and whistles at the boys as they came down. Unlike previous days, they were not given tank tops or tee-shirts to wear. Their erections were obvious and their butts almost completely bare. They were all relieved when they were sitting in the back seat of the car, ready to go.

Since none of the boys had eaten breakfast, Joe and Mark decided to treat them to some fast food. They remarked that they were doing this because of how well behaved the three slave boys had been. They weren’t too fond of fast food, but all three of them were hungry and just wanted something to eat.

Mark and Joe decided to pull through the drive thru. While they were ordering, Jason, Sean and Kyle tried to cover themselves up. It was bad enough they were exposed as they were, but they also did not want to be seen by the workers in the drive thru window.

Mark put a stop to this, ordering their hands to their sides. At the window, a young man looked in the backseat and froze when he saw the three boys with hardons pressing against their practically non existent coverings. he stared too long and realized this as he blushed deep red.

Mark and Joe laughed.

“See anything you like?” Joe asked.

“Oh, I am sorry,” the worker, whose name tag identified him as Terry, replied. “I’ll just get your food for you.”

“Wait a moment,” Joe insisted and the boy did. “Why don’t you come join us down at the beach for some fun? You seem like you might enjoy it.”

Terry blushed again. He stammered for a moment, trying to think of a way to redeem himself or at least get out of the situation. The best he could come up with was, “Well I don’t get off work until the afternoon.

And then, I only like to go to the swimming pool. I can’t swim in the Ocean.”

“Oh, do you go to the Bayside Swimming Pool?” Joe asked and got a nod from Terry. “Well, I’ll make you a deal. Go there today and we’ll bring our boys over and give you a show. Whaddya say?”

“It’s Memorial Day,” Terry said, reminding them. “It’s going to bereally busy at the pool. Do you guys want to expose yourself like that to so many people?”

His question was aimed at the boys in the back of the car. Joe waved them off, however. “These guys don’t have any say in the matter. They do what they’re told.” Joe paused as Terry handed them their food and their drinks. All three boys in the back placed the cold drinks between their legs, hoping the coldness of the cups would relieve the hardons straining the fabric of their underwear.

“Oh?” Terry asked, confused.

“Yeah,” Joe confirmed. “In fact, which one do you like best?”

After a moment of pure embarrasment, Terry pointed at Jason. “The one in the thong,” he stated. This got laughs from both Joe and Mark.

“I’ll make you a deal, then,”Joe offered. “You show up at the pool around 3PM and I’ll let you see him without the thong. What do you think?”

Terry readily agreed. “I’ll be there!” He said.

“Great,” Joe said. “Look forward to it.” With that, he put the car back in gear and drove off

When the five of them arrived at the beach, they made their way over to the usual spot. Generally a more desserted part of the beach, the recent shows put on by Jason, Kyle and Sean seemed to be bringing in the crowds. Lots more guys than usual were set up in the area. When they noticed the three scantily clad boys, led by their masters, making their ways down the beach, there was some hoots, hollers and even some applause. Jason, Kyle and Sean all blushed, but knew there was little that they could do about it.

After the blankets were set up, Joe and Mark sat down and let the three slaves sit on another blanket. The rules were as usualy, they were not allowed to cover themselves up at all. Also, they had to keep sitting on the blanket unless they were instructed to do something else. This was fine for all three of them, as the underwear they were wearing was not enough to cover much and at least their butts were covered by sitting down.

There was some attention given to them, but not a whole lot. For an hour or so, Joe and Mark swam for a while, played volleyball with some other guys and all around enjoyed their day at the beach.

Sean, Kyle and Jason simply sat alone, awaiting whatever humiliation the boys had in store for them on this day. It was a much longer wait than usual, however. The waiting eventually caused all three of the boys to eventually go soft.

Soon enough, Joe and Mark made it back to the blankets. Joe picked up his cell phone and made a phone call. None of the boys were able to tell who he was calling, but knew it couldn’t be good. The most that could make out was that whomever it was, they were being invited down to the beach. They said they would be hanging out with Jason and that was how the person would be able to spot them.

Once Joe was done, the two tormentors sat down on the blanket and looked at their slaves. “We’re going to do something just a little different today,” Mark told them. “But don’t worry, it won’t be as bad as you think it is.”

“Right,” Joe agreed. “This is going to be easy. Jason, you’re going to play with Sean’s and Kyle’s cocks. But you won’t be taking their jocks off. Just sort of knead their crotches and make them feel good.”

Jason shook his head. “There’s no fucking way I am going to do that.”

“Oh really?” Mark asked, shooting a smile at Joe.

“It’s different doing this shit indoors, but I am NOT going to make myself look like a fag out here on the beach,” Jason insisted. “No motherfucking way.”

“Sorry you feel that way, Jason,” Joe said. “He then looked over at Sean and Kyle. “You two; grab him and hold him down.”

They didn’t need to be told twice. Kyle and Sean eached grabbed Jason by one shoulder and armed and forced him down to the ground. He was still able to control his legs for a moment. That didn’t last long, however, as Joe grabbed them and held them still. That left Mark as the only one that wasn’t holding onto some part of Jason.

“Well, since you argued with us, the stakes just got a little higher,” Mark said. “Now, you’re going to do what we said, whether you want to or not. Only now, you’re going to do it naked.”

Mark got down on his knees in front of Jason and put his hands on either side of the straight boy’s hips. He laced his fingers underneath the string of the thong. At first, he simply ran his fingers through the waistband. He did this, his hands barely brushing over Jason’s cock. It didn’t take long for the boy’s 9 inch cock to grow to full mast and stretch the hell out of the red thong. ONce it was at full attention, Mark slowly started to peel it off. In a short moment, the hard cock was free. It stood straight up in the air and was bobbing in the wind.

The guys on the beach finally saw that something was starting to happen. They had not been sure whether or not they were going to get their show today. As soon as one of them saw Mark strippig Jason naked, he called out to the group and soon a lot of gay men began to surround the blankets. Jason was getting so turned on that precum began to drip from his cock and glistened his shaft.

Pulling the thong all the way down, Joe released one of Jason’s feet at a time. It only took a minute and he was lying on the ground, completely buck naked and with a massive, throbbing hardon.

“Now,” Mark whispered to Jason, “you can either do exactly what we said for you to do, or you can walk home naked. of course, by the time you get there, your dad will be watching all of the videos we made of you, so he might not even let you in. I am sure that if you show up at the house naked, it will be all the confirmation he needed to kick your sorry ass out of the house. So what’ll it be?”

Knowing they had him, Jason stopped struggling. There was obviously no way he was going to win in this situation. He simply nodded, indicating that he would do as he was told.

All the boys let go of Jason. Sean and Kyle then lay down on the blanket. The whole spectacle had turned them on immensely and they were totally boned up again. Naked Jason-also still hard-turned over and got down on his knees. This exposed his butt to the entire crowd. All of the men cheered.

Putting his hands on both of their fabric covered cocks, Jason did the best he could to play with them. It was not very easy, though. Kyle’s cock was easier to manipulate, as it was only covered by a mesh

jockstrap. Sean’s, however, was in the leather one, straining to be released from the strap. Jason was dreading what he suspected would be the inevitable freeing of both hard cocks from their prisons.

“Jack them off!” some guy in the crowd yelled and it of course caused Jason to blush. Having his rear end exposed to a bunch of men was just as bad. He couldn’t believe how red his body was turning. He could feel the blush spreading throughout his body.

“They promised it would be over quickly,” Jason thought to himself.

“Just play, and it will be over soon. They promised…”

“Holy shit, Jason,” a familiar and very feminine voice said. It caused him to freeze, still holding both hard cocks in his hands.

“Sara?” he asked, turning his head around. Sure enough, Jason’s girlfriend Sara was standing right behind him within the throng of gay men.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, walking over to her boyfriend.

“I…uh… um,” Jason began, trying to make any excuse that he could think of. Immediately, he released both Sean’s and Kyle’s cocks. He, however, did not turn his body around to see Sara.

Sara turned over and looked at Joe and Mark. “Thanks for calling me, Joe,” she said. “I didn’t believe you at first, but I sure do now.” She looked back at Jason. “I can’t believe you’re cheating on me with two guys! You fucking pervert!”

Jason was flustered beyond belief. He wasn’t sure how to get himself out of this predicament. Looking over at Joe and Mark, he wanted to accuse them, but didn’t. A stern look from both of the boys caused hi to keep his mouth shut. Instead of replying, he simply turned his head back around.

“Turn around when I am talking to you!” Sara demanded.

“I can’t,” Jason said, still looking down.

“You fucking turn around or I am never talking to you again!” She yelled at him. A lot of the guys in the crowd started laughing. Jason wanted to get up and beat the shit out of them. he knew he couldn’t, however, He knew he did not have a choice but to do what he was told. Unfortunately, being told what to do only got his cock harder and harder. he turned around, sitting down on his butt with his hard cock sticking straight up in the air.

The men in the crowd, of course, cheered, but Sara only looked at her boyfriend with scorn. She closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.

“You fucking asshole,” she accused. “You’ve been dating me this whole time and it turns out you’re fucking gay! Do you know how humiliating that is?”

“I’m not gay!” Jason protested. The crowd of men simply laughed at him. “I’m not gay, Sara! I swear!”

“You lying sack of shit!” She yelled. “I never want to see you again!”

Sara was about to walk away when Joe stopped her. The two of them had been good friends for a while. It was really the only reason that Mark and Joe knew Jason personally. Taking her to the side, he whispered something into her ear. Both of them looked at Jason for a moment, while Sara seemed to be thinking something over.

“You think so?” she asked Joe and he nodded.

“I think it’s the best way for you to redeem yourself here,” he stated.

Another thoughtful moment passed over her face, and then Sara agreed with Joe. Without another word, she walked over and sat down on the blanket next to Jason.

“Lay over my lap,” she told him.

“What?” Jason asked, “I’m not doing that!”

“I am going to take it out of your ass, in front of all these people for how you humiliated me,” Sara demanded. “Now lay over my lap.”

Jason refused yet again, but that got him nowhere. A quick glance at Sean and Kyle from Joe, and the two boys grabed Jason by the arms and legs. Pretty soon, he was spread over her lap, with his hard cock in her lap. Both of the boys were holding him down, so no matter how hard he struggled, his ass was totally exposed.

Taking her hand, Sara started spanking Jason on the ass. At first it wasn’t so bad, but after the first 20 smacks, his ass started to burn. He stopped struggling to get free and instead just started taking the blows.

“You fucking asshole,” Sara accused as she continued to work over her boyfriend’s butt. “Fucking lying and cheating on me! Making me date you and you fucked me while you were a fucking faggot the whole time!”

Sara kept slapping Jason’s ass. The crowd was loving it, cheering and laughing and enjoying the whole spectacle. Jason was counting the blows until he realized that Sara was not going to stop anytime soon. Stil being held down, some tears started streaming down his face. His ass was hurting bad and he was sure it was going to be dark red by the time this was over. In addition to the physical hurt was the verbal assault that Sara was laying on him. With each smack on his bare behind, she called him a liar, a faggot, a fucking homo… any other barrage of insults she think of. It didn’t take very long until Jason was audibly crying, tears streaming down his face.

“You call yourself a fucking man,” Sara accused, as she kept beating his ass. “Yet here you are, sobbing while a girl is spanking your ass. You’re nothing but a lowly faggot… you make me sick!”

With that, Sara took Jason and threw him off of her lap. He rolled over on his back onto the sand. This time, he made no attempt to cover himself. He was lying naked in the sand, throwing a massive hardon that was red and totally dripping with precum. In spite of himself, the big alpha male personality that Jason had exuded his whole life was shattered. He was crying his eyes out, blushing, ashamed of everything that was happening to him. in spite of it all, his cock remained hard.

Sara, surprising everyone, then said, “Well, just don’t lay there like a knot on a log. Jack that cock off. Obviously this crap turns you on, so you might as well get off.”

Jason looked over at his girlfriend, stifling a sob. His eyes were confused.

Sara simply nodded at him.

Jason didn’t need any further provocation. He immediately grabbed his swollen cock and started pumping it hard in front of the whole audience. His pride was gone and he didn’t care anymore who was watching him. The spanking had taken it’s toll on him, but he figured that at least he could get a little relief out of it.

It didn’t take much stroking before he started to shoot. his balls tightened and everyone noticed it. As his hand glided up and down the slippery shaft, Jason started shooting his load up and all over his naked body. He cried out when it happened, overcome like never before over the power and intensity of the orgasm. His body, his face and even his hair was showered with cum.

When he was done, he simply lay in the sand, naked and spent. Sara got up and walked over to him. Pissed off, she kicked sand onto Jason, almost walked away, and then reached down, grabbed his cock in her hands and squeezed it so hard that some more cum spurted out. She then slapped the

cock, causing the hard shaft to bob in the air once again.   Then she walked away.

Jason doubled over, but the pain wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Sara pulled the kick and didn’t get much impact. But, inspite of the pain in his dick and ass… Jason remained as hard as a rock. He once again started crying, wondering what was in store for him. And secretly started to realize that he was enjoying it. Without realizing it, he grabbed his cock and started to pump it a little again.

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days on the beach -8

Tim and Michel – 61

Jamey narrating

Inside, I smiled. I’d gotten him there … how embarrassing was that, I thought. Now, what to do with that, I wondered. Then I remembered something that was in my bag.

“Hmmm, Mark?” I said.

“Yeah?” he answered as he turned his head towards me again.

“You’d better get out of bed and clean up first, I think. I’ll shower after you.”

I knew he’d have to walk past my side of the bed to get to the bathroom. I rested my head on the pillow, waiting to see what he would do.

“Fuck,” I heard him say again, whispering.

I felt him move and stood beside the bed. He waited a second … let out a sigh … and then slowly started to move. I noticed that he had his underwear tucked under his balls. I’m sure he didn’t want them cummy and now he had to show it off.

He looked cute. It had a bit of a curve. I looked up and saw that his tummy was covered with cum. He must have cum quite hard. He didn’t look at me and I decided not to say anything. He quickly went into the shower and closed the door.

I got out of the bed and forced my dick a bit to one side as I too got hard now. I went to his bag and found what I wanted. I then got my own backpack out and took the item I was looking for out of it. I then put it in his bag and got back into bed. Just as I was getting back into bed, I noticed there was some of his cum on the headboard as well. He really must have had a big one.

I got back into the bed and just waited for his return. It didn’t take too long until he walked back into the room with his towel around his waist.

“So … you enjoyed that?” I asked.

“Yeah … it was quite nice and refreshing,” he replied … but the look on his face said it all. He knew what I meant.

“You going to go shower?” he asked.

I knew he wanted to see more of me.

“I will in a moment … but why don’t you get dressed first?”

He walked over to his bag and started to get his underwear, socks and t-shirt out. Then he stopped, looked in the bag again and scanned the room.

“You’re missing something, Mark?” I asked.

“Hmmm … well …” he stuttered … but he stopped when he saw the smile on my face.

“What are you up to. Jamey? Come on … what did you do with them?”

“What are you missing, Mark?” I asked.

“You know! What you have done with my trousers?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m sure there’s a pair in your bag, isn’t there?”

I saw the look on his face. I saw his hesitation.

“Sit on the bed beside me, Mark,” I ordered.

He came closer to me and sat down.

“You wanted to know what it felt like, didn’t you?” I asked.

He turned red while slowly realising what I was up to.

“Hmmm … yeah … maybe.”

“Well, I won’t tell anyone what you did this morning if you’ll do whatever I tell you to do over the next few hours. Rest assured, my demands will be light and easy … but enough to show you what Tom is experiencing.”

“Hmmm … you mean you want me to wear those trousers?”

“Yeah … I think you’d look good in them.”

“I don’t know.”

I’d seen that he had a pair of bright red briefs with him and they’d be a very good pairing with the trousers I chose for him.

“OK … but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.”

“No, I won’t … if you’re a good boy.”

I saw him blush again but his towel also protruded a bit more than it did a moment ago.

“OK … you get dressed while I’ll go have a shower,” I added.

I got out of bed but stood with my back to him. I moved into the shower and wondered if he’d be doing what I just asked him to do. I had a quick shower and got ready to go out quickly. I opened the bathroom door and was curious to see what he’d do.

He was sitting on the bed with a white t-shirt on and, of course, the white trousers I’d put in his bag.

He smiled. I went to my bag and took my stuff out. I turned around and got dressed. “So how does that feel?” I asked him.

“Like I’m five years younger,” he confessed.

“Good … that’s the idea.”

“Michel’s uncle will be here in five minutes. What will we say?”

“I don’t think saying anything is necessary, Mark. Just tell him you thought it’d be warmer outside.”

I saw him blush again.

“Are you sure you cleaned it all up?” I asked.

He looked at me. I could see that he didn’t know what I meant.

“The cum, I mean. I’m sure you don’t want Michel’s uncle to see any of it.”

He turned red and started to feel in his hair and then slowly he turned to the bed. “Damn!” he said. He got up and walked towards it.

I saw him take his towel to clean the headboard. Just before he started to wipe, I said, “Wait, Mark. I don’t think you need the towel … just lick it off.”

He looked at me in despair … let out a small sigh … and then bent over and started to lick it up. When he finished, I saw that his trousers were bulging a bit.

Good … hope you liked that,” I said.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Nothing happened during breakfast and then we drove off to the square overlooking the church. Michel’s uncle dropped us off and we started to look around. After a few minutes, we decided on a spot about 200 meters from the entrance to the church and sat down on a little wall.

“So what do we do now? Just sit here and wait?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, that’s the idea. We’ve got a soccer ball … we can play around later with that if we get bored.”

“Hmmm … sounds like a plan,” he said. “If we have to sit here a few hours, I’ll definitely get bored.

“Don’t worry … I’ll make sure you’re not,” I said with a leer.

It was very quiet for the first ten minutes … then slowly quite a few people arrived walking and a few cars drove up.

“Hmmm, Mark … I think it’s time to stand up now and face away from the church, OK?”

He looked at me. “Come on, Mark … do what you’re told.” He got up slowly and turned around.

“Ok … now open your zipper. Then you can sit back down again.”

He looked at me, then slowly lowered his zipper. He turned around and sat down.

“Just stretch your legs a bit and relax.”

He did as he was told and, with the tightness of the shorts, you could see some red cloth at the opening of his zipper.

“OK … we’ll leave you on display like that for now.”

We kept watching the cars arriving but most of the arrivals came as families. Quite large groups, mainly. There were a few pairs without kids that we saw and we put those licence plates down for checking later. Job done, I thought, although we’d wait until after the service was finished before we could go.

“Time to go and play around with the soccer ball for a while, Mark.”

We enjoyed ourselves for three quarters of an hour. It was time to have some more fun, I thought. I made a goal area with two sticks.

“OK … we’re going to have some fun now, Mark,” I said. “You’re going to shoot ten times on this madeshift goal and I’ll defend it.”

“OK … so what’s the catch?” he asked.

“You need to score at least six times or else you’ll be dropping your pants,” I said with a smile.

“Oh … you mean … here?”

“Yeah … here.”

He looked around. There were quite a few people walking around the square now … mostly with dogs but also some kids playing on the other side of the square in the playground.

“You can’t do that, Jamey. Please … couldn’t it be something else?”

“I’m not sure you’ll like my ‘something else,’ Mark. So it’s this or else ….”

I saw him think. “Yeah … stop it. I’ve done that with Tom before … I’m just coming up with something that is worse.”

“Get ready for it!” he warned.

He sounded convinced that he was going to do it.

“You play football a lot?” I asked him.

“Yeah … so I should be able to make it.”

He was right as the first two got in. He was shooting with his right foot, I noted.

The next one just went a bit too far over to one side. “Damn!” he said.

“Lose your right shoe,” I said in response.

He looked at me. “You mean ….”

“Yeah … I thought I was quite clear.”

He took off his shoe off and looked at the ball before attempting to shoot again.

“Not so sure any more?” I teased.

He did smile and started to prepare.

It seemed that shooting with his bare foot was not that easy as he couldn’t strike the ball firmly enough. His shot was easy for me to stop.

“OK … get rid of the sock on the right foot.”

He did it now without hesitation.

He waited a second before his fifth attempt and missed … two so far.

He used his left foot this time and, although it went just a bit too much to the left, I’m sure the next one would have gone in. He was getting used to my handicaps.

“Lose your left shoe,” I ordered.

“Oh … can’t I take off my t-shirt, Jamey?”.

“No, your shoe.”

He removed his shoe and used his right foot again on the next one … but again he didn’t shoot hard enough.

He got number six in. I deliberately didn’t stop his shot … I just wanted to make him feel a bit more secure. So the score was three in and three out. He was allowed one more miss. Number seven he missed.

“Not so easy, is it, Mark? Lose the other sock,” I demanded.

We had a few spectators watching us now, including a few kids.

He leaned closer to me now. “Please … can we stop this, Jamey? I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Oh … aren’t you looking forward to dropping your trousers soon?”

“No … definitely not. Look at those kids there.”

“I know, Mark. But, with Tom, I’m sure you would have gone through with it, wouldn’t you?”

He hesitated before he answered. “Yeah, I guess I would. He’d have been ….” He stopped mid-sentence and looked down at his crotch.

“Bugger! I’m hard too … just like him.”

“Yea and you are just nicely starting to show off your undies because of that, too.”

He looked down and blushed as now his crotch was showing quite a bit of his undies.

He went for number eight and again I made sure that he scored.

He only had to make two more. Let’s make him really horny, I thought. “Hey, Mark … just think next time before you bet anything. If you miss one more time, then those pants are gone.”

He looked at me, surprised, and then at the kids … as I was sure they’d heard what I just said.

“Oh … he’ll lose them then,” one of the kids yelled. “This might be fun.”

He got up for his ninth one and I allowed him score again. I was just a little too late to stop it but it was close.

He walked up to me again. “Please don’t do this,” he pleaded.

“Are you hard?” I asked him.

“Hmmm… yeah,” he said blushing.

“So you’re enjoying this, too, aren’t you, Mark?”

“I guess so,” he replied glumly.

“Well … one more time … make sure you miss and ….”

He walked back to the ball. I could see that he was nervous but his dick was now almost pointing through his zipper opening.

I knew better then to stop it. I didn’t really want him to lose his pants in public … just enjoy the anticipation of it.

He scored and started to walk around like he’d won a championship.

“Get dressed,” I said with a smile. “You were lucky.”

While Mark started putting his socks and shoes back on, the other kids moved away again.

When he started to adjust his trousers a bit, I said, “no … leave them.”

He blushed more fiercely. We walked back to our original place on the square. It appeared that we’d timed that right as, at that moment, we saw the first people coming out of the church. It hadn’t been as long a service as I thought it might have been. I sat with the ball in my hands and Mark was more or less still showing off his briefs … although he must have softened a bit as the opening had gotten smaller.

Most of the parishioners stayed outside of the church talking, while a few drove off. Kids started to gather around in little groups, too. I looked to see if I could see Tim but, not surprisingly, he wasn’t around.

I wanted to say something to Mark when I saw two boys walking towards us. Hmmm … this wasn’t what we had planned for. When they got close by the slightly taller one said, “Is that a soccer ball? Are you planning to play with it?”

“We might,” I answered.

I saw that one of them had spotted Mark’s open zipper. Bugger, I thought. Now what? “Can we play some ball with you?”

“Oh, yeah … we could if you want. But aren’t we too old?”

“We would be with the 6 of us … the other ones down there would come over to play as well.”

I looked over towards where he had pointed and saw that there were 2 older boys standing.

“Yeah … that could work … if your parents approve, of course.”

I saw that one of the boys hesitated a bit before he turned around. “Come on … let’s ask,” he said to the other boys.

As they walked away, I smiled at Mark and said, “Now this might be a surprising turn. You’d better zip up.”

“He saw, didn’t he?” he said while he closed his zipper.

“Yeah … and I think the two older ones standing down there did, too.” I looked at Mark. He looked up and saw that the two boys had a smile on their faces and it seemed that they were whispering something to each other.

I followed the boys. They talked with their parents and there was some arguing going on. I thought they wouldn’t approve but then one of the parents took a good long look at us and then nodded.

The boys waved at their friends and they started to walk towards us.

“So … can you play?” I asked as they got closer.

“Yeah,” the one who came up to us before said. “My name is John. This is my best friend, Paul, and these are our brothers, Saul and James. They’re shy, though.”

Yeah, yeah … shy and both gay, I suspected … but in the circumstances, not something you would say. “Hi, I’m Jamey! We’ve something in common.”

I could see that he was startled when I said that so I knew that my conclusion was right. “I too am named Jamey.” I followed up what I had started. I saw a bit of relief on his face then and a slight smile.

“So … 3 against 3. Either John or Paul will join our side … is that OK?”

Over the next 30 minutes we played and enjoyed a good match. I think both Mark and I noticed that Saul and James were a bit touchy feely whenever they could … but I just left them alone. One of the parents came over and we stopped playing and walked towards him.

“Time to go, guys. You’ve had enough fun for a Sunday.”

“Dad,” John pointed out. “It’s just some exercise … good for us.

“Yes, I know … but you need to think about God and respect His wishes. You’re overthinking your actions.”

“We know, Dad … we do. So just a 30 minutes break from God can’t be too bad.”

I saw that the father was considering what his sons had to say for a moment and then looked at me: “Hi, guys. Thanks for keeping them busy.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” I replied. “My name’s Jamey and this is my brother, Mark.”

“Ahhh … another Jamey … just to make it more difficult! Well … thanks but they have to go.”

“So … are you guys going to be here again next week?” John asked.

I knew we might not be … but, on the other hand, we’d made some connections. I thought about the best thing to say.

“We would ask our parents first … but if they’re OK with it … we could … yeah. Would that be OK with you, sir?” I asked John’s father.

I saw that Mark was surprised.

“Yeah … that would be OK. You might even want to join in on the service if you’re here a bit earlier.”

Oh, bugger! I thought that would really involve us deeply. I looked at Mark again. He nodded slightly. We knew both it would mean quite a commitment of time if we needed to be here every week … but, still, if that was the way to find Tim, we would.

“Yeah … we can ask that as well, sir.”

“So … see you next week then, John,” I added.

As the father turned around, that seemed to be that. When they reached he gather of the other parents, we caught some stares. I don’t think that the idea of more games was welcomed but somehow it changed during the conversation. There were more sympathetic looks at us. I think they were told that we might even join in the service before we played next time.

They slowly broke up to leave and the square returned to its normal routine of playing kids and people walking their dogs. I called Michel’s uncle to tell him that he could pick us up.

“So, guys … did you learn anything?”

“Well … there were about ten cars or so that drove in without kids … so that was helpful. We made a list of them so we can do some research.”

“Good … that sounds like a good start. Others can go from there next week.”

“rue … but we’ve got some more. We played some soccer with four of them for half an hour and they want us back next week.”

“Oh! You made some friends?”

“Well … we talked a bit with two of them and they looked like they wanted to know us.”

“They were just happy to play soccer!l” Mark contended.

“Maybe … but the other two were just happy to have us in their neighbourhood.”

“You’re sure they’re gay?” Mark asked.

“Yeah … they are … but they’re shy and deep in the closet,” I said. “And then there’s the fact that we’ve been invited into the church next time.”

“Oh … we need to talk with Karl about that. I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

Michel’s uncle dropped us off. He told us that he or Karl would be in contact with us to tell us what to do next weekend. He thought that attending church might be a bit dangerous but also might help to get more information sooner.

I called William right after we got home and told him about what happened. I thought about giving Michel a call as well but I didn’t know a lot more so I wasn’t sure what I could tell him.

 

Joey en de droomjongen – 4

“he luiwammes, wakker worden. Je telefoon is ook al een paar keer gegaan, de volgende keer neem ik hem op ok” Mijn vader riep dit door de deur. Ik wist dat hij niet de deur zou openen maar toch.

“Ja, ik kom zo”.

Ik hoorde hoe hij de hal doorliep en de trap af.

Langzaam begon ik me te herinneren … neee niet weeer, zo levensecht, maar het was weer een droom geweest. Verdomme. Ik voelde mijn slipje en die was nap, een zaadlozing, geen echte aftreksessie van mijn droom jongen maar gewoon weer een droom. Loser dacht ik. Ik slikte diep, oh ja ik zou natuurlijk nog wel naar hem toe gaan maar ja dat wat ik net gedroomd had zou toch zeker niet echt gaan gebeuren.. of toch wel. Ik wist het allemaal niet meer. Ik stond op en liep de badkamer in. Ik twijfelde gisteren al of ik wel zou gaan maar nu helemaal. Had ik hier nou wel zin in, om me zo voor de gek te laten houden. Ik keek in de spiegel en zag het gezicht van een loser. Ik baalde van mij onzekerheid maar het werd dan ook iedere keer weer bevestigd dus wat moest ik nu anders. Shit wat was dat nu op mijn nek een grote pukkel, nee toch. Ik voelde er voorzichtig aan, maar niet dit was geen pukkel. Het leken wel lippen die daar op stonden. Plotseling herinnerde ik de laatste onderdelen van mijn droom. Shit, toch geen droom maar ik was nog niet geweest bij hem. Ja dit was een plek van de love bite. Ik snapte er niets meer van. Eerst die jockstrap en nu dit aandenken. Wat was er toch aan de hand.

Ik hoorde hoe toen mijn telefoon in de hal weer over ging. Ik sprong snel de slaapkamer in en trok mijn broek aan.

“He, met Joey” zei ik.

“Ha, Joey, eindelijk wakker. Ik had al een paar berichtjes achtergelaten. Kom je zo hier naar toe. Ik ben er klaar voor”.

“Hoi, Marco, ja net wakker. Sorry maar nogal onrustig geslapen”.

“Is prima, zie ik je over een half uurtje”.

“ja is prima. Moet ik nog wat meebrengen”.

“nee, beetje sportieve kleren waar je je makkelijk in kunt bewegen ok”.

“Is prima”.

Hij gaf mij het adres. Ik stapte snel de douche in, kleden me aan in een joggingbroek en leuk t-shirt.

Ik nam stel wat melk tot me in de keuken en riep naar mijn ouders. “Ik ben even weg, in de loop van de middag wel weer terug”.

Dit waren ze niet gewend van mij, meestal was ik het hele weekend thuis. Ik wilde niet dat ze vragen gingen stellen en of mijn love bite. Ik stapte snel op de fiets en 10 minuten later belde ik aan bij Marco. Het was een groot huis, met volgens mij voor zover ik kon zien ook een grote tuin. Geen wonder dat hij ruimte had om te werken aan zijn spieren. De deur werd open gedaan door een meisje/vrouw, iets ouder dan Marco dacht ik maar wel zijn even knie.

“He, jij moet Joey zijn. Kom binnen. Ik ben Anita de oudere wijze zus van Marco”.

Wat moest ik daar nou weer op zeggen. “Ja, ik had afgesproken met Marco”.

“Ja, dat zei hij al, maar kom binnen”.

Ik volgde haar de hal in en vervolgens de kamer. “Geen teken van Marco, wat was dit nou weer zat ik hier met zijn zus opgeschept”.

“Sorry maar Marco komt zo wel. Hij vroeg of ik je even wilde opvangen.

“Oh, ok”.

“Marco heeft het best veel over je de laatste 2 dagen. Kennen jullie elkaar al lang”.

“Wel, nee niet echt. We zitten al wel het hele jaar in dezelfde klas”.

“Ok, wel hij is behoorlijk onder de indruk van je”.

Ze nam me helemaal op van top tot teen. “Wow dat is een behoorlijke aandenken die je daar hebt. Dat moet wild geweest zijn”.

Ik wist precies waar ze het over had maar voelde me ook erg ongemakkelijk er bij. Verdomme. Ik had dit beter moeten camoufleren dacht ik toen. Ik reageerde niet, behalve dan dat ik erg rood kleurde toen ze zei “Ja, Marco zei al dat je verlegen was, geeft niet hoor. Meisjes vinden dat helemaal niet erg, misschien zelfs wel aantrekkelijk. Maar ja dat weet jij als de beste blijkbaar”.

Oh recht voor zijn raap wat nu. Op dat moment ging de deur open en kwam Marco binnen. “He goed je bent er al. Leuk, ik ben warm gedraaid dus wat mij betreft kunnen we gelijk aan de slag”.

Hij zag de blik van mij die richting zijn zus ging. “Eh, zus je hebt hem toch niet te veel op stang gejaagd he”.

“Eh, nee hoor Marco, waarom zou. Als een van jou vrienden moet hij daar toch wel tegen kunnen”.

De blik van Marco gaf echter wat anders weer. Zo iets van nu even niet zus. Blijkbaar begreep ze zijn boodschap beter dan ik want ze gaf een glimlach naar mij en zij “Als je straks klaar bent, en Marco wil zich nog zelf verder afbeulen dan ben ik in het zwembad. Ik beloof dat ik niet zal bijten ok”.

Ik knikte zo van ok en volgde op dat moment Marco de trap op.

“Eh, Marco wat was dat nou”.

“Oh, niks laat maar. Mijn zus houd van beetje uitdagen en daarin gaat ze soms wel eens te ver. Tof trouwens dat je er bent, leuk om zo ook een maatje te hebben hiervoor. Eerst even naar mijn kamer en dan gaan we naar de kelder, daar staat al het instrumentarium”.

Oh shit dacht ik, zijn kamer. Zo was het in mijn droom ook begonnen. Ik voelde hoe mijn lul steigerde in mijn jogging broek. Het was goed dat ik een leuke tanga slip aan gedaan had die zorgde er voor dat er geen paal zichtbaar werd.

Hij openende zijn deur, ik volgde hem binnen. Dit was niet leuk. Ik herkende de kamer, ik had die eerder gezien. Vannacht in mijn droom, verdomme. Hoe was dit mogelijk. Ik voelde hoe mijn benen begonnen te trillen. Wat was hier nou helemaal aan de hand. Dit was niet leuk meer. Ik was zo verbaasd van dit alles dat ik niet mezelf realiseerde dat Marco tegen me aan het praten was en terwijl zijn joggingbroek uit gedaan had snel even zijn licht groene slipje aan mij had laten zien.

“Eh, ja is prima” zei ik maar, maar ik wist niet echt waar ik op reageerde.

Hij keek even raar maar reageerde niet en kwam dichterbij. Hij raakte me schouder aan en zei “Kom, dan gaan we naar beneden. Mijn zus noemt dat ook wel de afbeul ruimte. Ik vind het nog wel mee vallen”. Terwijl volgde ik hem de trap weer af, hal in en nog een trap af.

We kwamen in een erg professioneel ingerichte kamer met een fiets, loopband, gewichten en nog een aantal andere apparaten die ik al wel eens in een sportschool had gezien.

Voordat ik het wist waren we bezig. Marco legde alles goed uit en wist blijkbaar heel goed wat ik al wel aan kon en wat nog niet. Sommige dingen deed hij zelf voor en andere zaken hielp hij me mee. Dat betekende dat hij mij lichaam aanraakte en dat veroorzaakte dan weer een nieuwe uitval van zweet en de bloed toevoer naar mijn liefdes orgaan.

Nadat we zo een half uurtje waren bezig geweest en hij nadrukkelijk een paar keer een oefening had moeten verbeteren bij mij stopte hij ineens. “Wacht even. Ik ben wel lekker bezig he. Je hebt nog niet eens kunnen zeggen of je dit wel leuk vind, of het helpt, of het zeer doet.. sorry maar dat doe ik nou eenmaal als ik op zaterdagochtend door mijn oefeningen heen ga. Anita zegt wel eens dat ik dan bezeten ben. Maar eh.. alles goed”.

Ik glimlachte even dit was de bezorgde Marco die ik had leren kennen, waar af en toe een vleugje van te zien was maar die zo ontzettend lief was als hij dat deed. ‘Eh, ja natuurlijk Marco anders had ik het al wel gezegd. Aan het zweten zo te merken dan gaat het prima. Dat is volgens mij toch ook een beetje de bedoeling”.

“ja, zeker. Nog andere zaken of wil je weer verder”.

“Hm, de volgende keer moet ik echt een sportbroek aan doen want dit werkt zo niet echt. Die joggingbroek plakt af en toe aan mijn benen en dat maakt het niet makkelijker op”.

“Ja, sorry dat had ik even moeten aangeven. Maar wat mij betreft mag je hem ook uit doen. Er komt hier toch niemand en wij zijn jongens onder elkaar dus als dat helpt”.

Ik kleurde even nou wat dacht ik. Ik had dan wel een leuke slip aan maar de helft van de tijd was die goed gevuld geweest.

“he, maakt mij niet uit he, jongens onder elkaar en zoals ik al eerder gezegd heb je mag er best zijn dus je hebt niets om je voor te schamen”.

Ik twijfelde even. Hij… verdomme voordat ik iets kon zeggen of doen had hij zijn eigen sportbroekje al naar beneden getrokken “Zo, wat mij betreft doe ik mee dan hoef je je minder opgelaten te voelen”

Oh, nee net of dat zou helpen dacht ik. Maar ik kon gelijker tijd ook niet achter blijven. Ik deed net of het niets betekende maar ging wel even met mijn rug naar hem toe staan terwijl ik mijn joggingbroek uit deed. “Ok, wat is het volgende wat je wilt dat ik doe”.

Ik zag hem kijken, of zag ik dat nou verkeerd. “Oh, we gaan door met de squad. Nog een half uurtje of zo en dan heb je wel genoeg gehad”.

Hij stond naast me tijdens die oefening en ik zag hem ook kijken naar mijn nek. Ik wist wat hij zag. Hij vroeg niets maar ik wist niet wat dat nu weer betekende. Gedurende het half uur had ik echt een aantal keren een behoorlijke stijve. Ik wist ook niet wat ik hier nu mee aan moest. Ook zijn slipje had af en toe echt wel meer vertoond dan normaal. Stond hij me nu uit te dagen of was dit jongens onder elkaar. Ik durfde niets te doen omdat ik bang was voor het verliezen wat ik nu met hem aan het opbouwen was.

Na een uurtje of zo stonden mijn spieren op springen. “Ik ga nog even verder maar ik denk dat jij genoeg gehad hebt. Wat echt goed zou zijn, is even wat zwemmen en in het water liggen. Je spieren zullen dan morgen wat minder stijf aan voelen. Ik ga nog een half uurtje door en dan kom ik ook. OK?”

“Eh, maar ik heb geen zwemkleding bij me en jou zus is daar”.

“oh, geen probleem achter het zwembad is een kleine kleedruimte. In de tweede la liggen daar ook een aantal zwembroeken van mij die aan je kunt doen ok”.

“Ah, goed, zie ik je straks”. Ik trok mijn joggingbroek aan en liep naar boven en daarna de tuin in.

“Ah, daar ben je” zei Anita.

“Ik dacht al dat ik je moest komen redden”.

“Nee, Anita, Marco was prima, erg zorgzaam en legde alles goed uit”.

“oh, Marco zorgzaam” zei ze zachtjes.

Ze twijfelde even en zei toen “He, Joey, kom even hier zitten volgens mij zijn we op de verkeerde voet begonnen”.

“Geeft niet” zei ik.

“nee, ik wil het goed maken. Kom even zitten, dat zwembad kan wel even wachten”.

Ik ging naast haar op een van de ligstoelen liggen.

“ok, Ik kan wat erg direct overkomen. Sorry daarvoor. Marco had me al gewaarschuwd dat je verlegen en onzeker bent”. Ze wachtte even. Volgens mij wilde ze een bevestiging of zo.

“Ja, wel onzeker ja, maar …”.

Ze was ontzettend eerlijk en open en ik wist het even niet meer. Het gemakkelijker kunnen praten met Marco voelde ik ook wel met haar.

“Dat geldt in zeker opzicht ook voor Marco weet je…”.

“eh, hoe bedoel je” vroeg ik engiszins verbaasd.

“Wel hij heeft tijd nodig om mensen te leren kennen en hij doet als hij thuis is erg veel zijn ding. Weet je dat hij zelfs nog nooit een van zijn vrienden heeft aangeboden om gebruik te maken van de apparatuur daar beneden”.

“oh, ok, wel ik heb me niet opgedrongen of zo”.

“nee, dat begrijp ik. Marco kan niet stoppen met praten over je zo voor de laatste twee dagen. Ik wil alleen zeker zijn dat je ziet dat Marco op school en hier twee andere personen soms zijn”.

“ok, wel daar heb ik nog niet zo veel van gemerkt”.

“Dat begrijp ik, maar goed, jij bent verlegen en onzeker, Marco doet zijn bijdrage door je te helpen om je lichaam te versterken. Ik wil ook wat doen. Je bent een leuke gast dus wat denk je ervan om morgen samen te gaan shoppen”.

“Hoe bedoel je”.

“Volgens mij kun je wel wat meer up to date kleding gebruiken, dat helpt zeker in de huidige tijd”.

“Oh, normaal gaat mijn ma mee”.

“Ja, dat dacht ik al. Wel zorg dat je klaar staat om een uurtje of 11 morgen ok”.

“hm, maar ik heb geen geld of zo, dat moet ik eerst vragen”.

“Dat komt wel goed. Ik doe graag iets om Marco te verrassen”.

Die laatste snapte ik niet maar durfde ook niet om een verduideling te vragen. “Tijd voor het zwembad. Ik wacht even tot Marco terug is en dan ben ik er vandoor”.

Ze verwijsde me naar het gebouwtje achter in de tuin. “Daar vind je alles, ook schone handdoeken”.

“Dankje Anita, eh ook voor morgen alvast”.

“Is goed Joey”.

Aangekomen in de kleedruimte annex schuurtje vond ik al snel de la waarop Marco geduid had. Ik openende deze en vond er een drietal zwembroeken in, wel niet echt zwembroeken maar meer zwemslipjes, van die speedo achtige. Duidelijk niet heel groot dus dat was wel weer leuk ook om Marco zo een beetje uit te dagen. Of was dat ook echt zijn bedoeling. Ik koos een licht blauwe uit en begon me om te kleden. Net toen ik de speedo aan had begon ik het gevoel te krijgen of ik ergens anders was. Ik knipperde met mijn ogen en realiseerde me dat ik terug in de kelder was. Ik keek naar beneden en zag dat ik nu op een van de matjes lag, met mijn lul,, eh sorry Marco’s lul in mijn handen.. nee Marco’s handen. Ik voelde hoe hij meer en meer opgewonden raakte.

Wat was dit nu weer. Ik leek wel of ik in Marco’s lichaam gekropen was terwijl hij.. was hij echt.. ik droomde nu niet. Hij steunde en kreunde, die kwamen duidelijk uit mijn mond. Al hoewel hij lag en ik stond maakte dat dat mijn benen behoorlijk begonnen te trillen. Ik voelde hoe hij op het punt stond om te gaan klaar komen. Ik keek nog eens even naar beneden. Wat een prachtige lul had hij. Daar wilde ik wel meer mee doen dan alleen mijn hand op hebben. Ik voelde nu een dubbel geil gevoel over me heen komen. Niet alleen die van Marco maar ook die van mij zelf. Ik wist echter dat ik dat niet kon. Ik bewoog mijn hand en merkte dat die bewegingen door Marco werden overgenomen. Geen idee of dat Marco zich dit realiseerde of niet maar ik merkte wel dat hij nog harder geen kreunen, hij naderde zijn hoogte punt dat was wel duidelijk. Ik had mijn(zijn) hand nu helemaal om zijn lul en voelde hoe de spieren in zijn lul begonnen samen te trekken hij was er bijna. Hij kreunde nog harder gevolgd door… wat dacht ik. Ik voelde hoe mijn mond zich vormde en ik mijn eigen naam zij “Ohhh Joeyyyyyyy”. Zijn orgasme me nam me echter totaal over. Ik voelde hoe ik moest gaan zitten terwijl ik genoot van zijn orgasme. Ook wel weer gaaf. Ik zag het sperma over mijn (zijn) hoofd schieten, daarna mijn (zijn) gezicht en ten slotte een aantal landen op mijn(zijn) borst en buik. De geur van zijn sperma vulde mijn nostrils. Wow, ik bewoog er zijn hand naar toe en langzaam haalde ik deze er door heen. Zou dit werken. Daarna langzaam naar zijn mond. Ik merkte dat er wat weerstand was maar zette door en bracht zijn hand tot aan mijn (zijn) tong. Ik likte langzaam zijn zaad op en yes ik proefde het ook nog. Heerlijk. Blijkbaar was dat wat te veel wat plotseling was ik terug waar ik was. Ik zat op de grond, een verschrikkelijk zichtbare stijve in mijn speedo en totaal geschokt door wat er gebeurt was. Wat gebeurde hier toch… dit was toch niet normaal. Deed ik dat.. of had Marco uit zich zelf Joey geroepen. Ik stond op en pakte een handdoek. Tijd om af te koelen in het zwembad. Het stukje van de schuur naar het zwwembad hield ik de handdoek voor me en daarna dook ik snel het zwembad in. Ik zag Anita glimlachen en naast haar stond Marco. Oh wat ………..

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Ik had mijn ogen gesloten, wachtte op het onvermijdelijke. Mijn lul maakte sprongetjes in mijn broek maar dat liet ik maar even zo. Toen voelde ik de warmte van zijn adem op mijn gezicht en hoorde ik hem fluisteren

“Jij bent het waard Joey. Stop met twijfelen. Laat je zelf zien”.

Ik voelde de afstand tussen ons groter worden. Had ik het dan toch verkeerd begrepen. Ik deed voorzichtig mijn ogen open en keek in het mooie gezicht van Marco. Hij had er een volle glimlach op staan.

“Kop op Joey, laat ze maar zeuren he. Wij weten beter toch?” Ik keek hem twijfelend aan.

“Morgen proberen ze het gewoon weer”.

“Wel daar gaan we wat aan doen dan. Jij bent hier niet de verliezer maar zij”.

Ik was al vaker gepest maar nog nooit was er iemand voor mij opgekomen. Dit was nieuw, beangstigend.

“Tijd voor de volgende les, kop op en wacht op mij voor de school straks voordat je weg rijd. Ik breng je thuis ok”.

Ik maakte een voorzichtige glimlach op mijn gezicht.

“Dat is beter Joey. Dat moet je vaker doen”.

Ik voelde me ongemakkelijk. Hij was zo leuk, maar wat was dit nou. Zo ongebruikelijk voor mij. Zo ongewoon. Ik liep achter hem aan terug naar de lokalen, de volgende les kwam er aan. Voordat ik het wist zat ik weer in het lokaal. Ging de dag weer gewoon door. Waarom nu, waarom hij , de jongen waarover ik al zo lang over droomde. Ik kwam de rest van de dag door en wachtte op het moment dat de dag weer voorbij was. Zou hij er staan, zou ik wachtte of gewoon gelijk zo snel mogelijk naar huis proberen te gaan.

Bij mijn fiets aangekomen stond hij daar. Mooi als altijd, glimlach op zijn gezicht.

“He Joey, gelukkig zit deze week er weer op”.

“Ja, weekend”.

Twee dagen om door te komen, veel lezen, af en toe TV kijken, game en dan zien we wel weer. Niet iets nieuws gewoon hetzelfde als altijd.

“Je zou wat meer moeten sporten Joey, wat sterker worden dan laten ze je wel alleen”.

“Nee, dat is niks voor mij zo’n sportschool. Al die spieren. Wat moet ik daar”.

“Je je moet eens beginnen he, hebben zij ook allemaal gedaan hoor”.

Ik haalde mijn schouders op.

“Wel, anders kom je morgen bij mij langs. Waar denk je waar ik deze van heb”.

Hij balde zijn armen en zijn arm spieren bolde op. Hmmm ja, dacht ik mooi, zo mooi….. Ik realiseerde mij even niet dat hij een vraag had gesteld. Pas toen mijn blik van zijn arm naar zijn gezicht ging besefte ik zijn vraag. Het antwoord had al te lang geduurd en tijd om na te denken over de consequenties kon ik niet.

“Ja is goed”.

Wat had ik nou gezegd. Dit kon ik toch echt niet doen. Bij hem thuis langs, samen sporten. De moed zakte in mijn schoenen.

“Ok, is dat geregeld. Ik bel je zodra ik wakker. Wat is jou nummer”.

Ik gaf hem zijn nummer. We waren bij mijn straat aangekomen.

“Ik ben er”.

“ok, wel dan zie ik je morgen. Het adres geef ik wanneer ik je bel”.

“Tot morgen”.

Hij verhoogde zijn snelheid. Ik keek hem na totdat hij twee straten verder op de bocht om ging. Shit, nou wat. Toen ik thuis kwam, ging het al snel weer als vanouds, eten klaar maken, vrijdagavond klusjes en dan bed. Veel tijd om na te denken over zaterdag had ik niet. Ik zag dat morgen allemaal wel weer. Voor nu eerst slapen. Zijn huis was groot, heel groot. Ik wist wel dat er een paar van die daar stonden maar ik wist niet dat Marco daar woonde. Hij liet me binnen met een grote glimlach op zijn gezicht.

“Ha je bent er leuk. Kunnen we gelijk beginnen”.

Voordat ik het wist stond ik in zijn slaapkamer. Een mooie grote kamer, met aan een kan een computer, muziekinstallatie en een bureau om te werken. Een mix van posters aan de wand. Sommige van sporters, een paar mooie meiden en van een paar muziekgroepen. Niks bijzonders eigenlijk. Hij had achter mij de deur gesloten en was op het bed gaan zitten. Ik wist even niet wat ik moest doen totdat hij naast hem op het bed klopte. Aarzelend ging ik naast hem zitten. Ik keek de kamer rond maar voldoende toen weer zijn warme hand op mijn gezicht.

“Daar hebben we straks meer tijd voor Joey. Kom hier”.

Voordat ik het wist hadden onze lippen elkaar aangeraakt, Zijn tong drong zich tussen mijn lippen door. Ik stribbelde heel even tegen, maar de smaak van zijn lippen en de zachtheid van zijn tong zorgde dat mijn weerstand al snel verdween. Wat volgde was een hartstochtelijke kus, onze tongen danste samen op ongehoorde muziek, maakte kennis met ieder intiem hoekje. Dus toch vlamde het door mij heen. Dus toch. Op dat moment voelde ik hoe mijn lul met sprongetjes zich omhoog wrong. Tegelijktijdig begon ik behoefte te hebben aan lucht. Ik was bang dat ik droomde dat dit niet waar was dus probeerde de behoefte aan lucht zo lang mogelijk te onderdrukken. Helaas ik voelde hoe hij zich langzaam terug trok. We keken elkaar aan. Ik zag zijn hand langzaam in de richting van mijn broek gaan. De aanraking zorgde voor een luide uiting van hartstocht, een diepe inname van lucht en nog veel meer gevoelens die door mijn lichaam gingen. Zijn andere hand had mijn hand nu beet gepakt en gebracht naar zijn broek. Ik voelde de warmte er al vanaf komen voordat ik die aanraakte. Daar was het instrument van mijn dromen, zijn heerlijke liefdespaal, zijn genotsdolk, zijn … oh wat was die hard en groot.

Hij had mijn hand los gelaten en samen met zijn andere hand duwde hij mij wat omhoog. Hij wilde dat ik ging staan. Ik volgde zijn handen, ging staan en draaide me naar hem toe. Zijn handen gingen nu snel naar mijn broek, begonnen de knopen los te maken en daarna ging deze snel naar beneden. Ik probeerde hem aan te kijken maar zijn blik was nu gericht op mijn kruis, de plek waarin al mijn gevoelens nu te samen kwamen in een stijfheid waar ik wist ik trots op kon zijn. Hij wrijfde zachtjes over mijn slipje heen. Ik hield het niet meer. Mijn oerdriften wilde de vrijheid krijgen. Mijn droomjongen begreep dat en duwde de rand van mijn slipje over hem heen. Met een sprongetje zocht hij de vrijheid op. Ik hoorde hoe hij een diepe zucht maakte. Zijn handen kwamen dichterbij en nog dichterbij en dan touchdown…. Mijn lul werd nog harder, voor zover dat nog mogelijk was. Ze verwelkomde zijn gespierde vingers die langzame de huid van mijn oerdriften begon te bewegen. Op en neer, op en neer, op en neer. Mijn knieën begonnen te trillen. Ik wist dat dit niet lang meer kon duren. Een hand had nu ook de weg naar mijn ballen gevonden. Mijn ballen waar ik langzaam voelde hoe mijn zaad het kookpunt bereikte. Ik legde mijn handen op zijn schouders. Hij keek op, glimlachte toen hij mijn gezicht zag. Hij bleef kijken terwijl hij mij langzaam naar een hoogte punt bracht. Mijn zaad was klaar, klaar om te tonen hoe het hier naar had verlangt en toen, toen sprong het er uit, een, twee, drie,,,, vier, vijf ,… het ging maar door. Ik steunde nu echt op hem. Voelde heel veel energie mijn lichaam verlaten en tegelijktijdig genot en pure extase er voor in de plaats komen. Ik had nooit gedacht dat het zo zo kon zijn en dan nog wel met hem. De laatste hoeveelheid zaad vond de weg naar buiten en ik hang nu half op hem, Marco, mijn droomjongen. Mijn hoofd op zijn schouders. Zijn adem op mijn nek. Ik voelde hoe hij me kuste, niet een keer maar meerdere keren. Mijn klaar komen had zijn oerdriften op stoom gebracht. Hij kuste me heftig in mijn nek, zoog het nectar van zweet uit mijn huid.

Langzaam begon ik weer op adem te komen. Ik duwde me zelf wat naar achteren. Een schuchtere lach op mijn gezicht. Ik keek hem aan, wist dat het nu mijn beurt was. Mijn handen bewogen zich langzaam naar beneden. Blijkbaar begreep hij wat ik wilde. Ik zag een glimlach om zijn gezicht vormen toen hij zachtjes sprak

“Hoeft niet meer”.

Ik…….. Hij kleurde… wow hij was zonder help klaar gekomen.. had ik dat teweeg gebracht. Ik Joey de jongen. De loser…. Een gevoel van trost, van blijdschap van … was het dan toch mogelijk …of ….  …. wel iets eerder dan verwacht.

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