The Sand Dunes.
Growing up, there were twomain hang out and hook up spots, and most everyone knew it. The woods and the sand dunes. Of course, there were other places to meet up or go, but for privacy thkse were the two. Away from prying eyes, they offered a place for teens to explore their raging hormones and desires. Especially at night when the only light between the rolling dunes was what night sky provided It made it easy to hide who was coming and going and also who they were with. Not only for exploring boys and girls, but also curious girl-girl couples and boy-boy couples. Not talked about back then and maybe not as common, but young, horny boys could find the secluded, privacy they so craved to give into their passions and their lusts. The nervous thrill of exploring each other and their own wants and needs. Discovery, the moment of finding something new, something exciting and something deeply fulfilling.
Many times I had enjoyed those moments. It was the anticipation, maybe as exciting as the encounter itself. Going there, knowing the girlI was with was aware of what that meant. Young, driven by lust, we would slip away between the dunes and fumble with each other's clothes. Her soft skin, the curves of her waist, her firm breasts, her shapely little ass. All for me to caress, explore and devour. Filling my hands with her body as we kissed. My rock hard cock between us, pressed against us. All so wonderful, yet the most memorable was an encounter that was both entirely different and yet almost the same.
It was summer. There was always something about the summer. Days spent at the shore, sun soaked hours taking in the sun kissed bodies. The sweet scents of the lotions and oils, how the made everyone's fit, young bodies glisten. Making everyone horny and all day knowing what the evening might have in store. I saw him and not really knowing why, my eyes seemed drawn to him. I guess I had been curious, but mostly just because it was the uknown. Why did some guys love being with other guys? Are the pleasures somehow so much more? When we met, there was a look in his eyes. A spark, and I could feel it. Maybe I had that same look in my eyes when I looked at him? It was a casual touch that said the mos A warmth and a shot of electricity ran through me. This was something more than what it seemed on the surface. This was something I could not only sense, but feel.
Throughout the day, we exchanged glances. Throughout the day, my curiousity grew. Throughout the day, my urges grew. I found myself hoping for the opportunity to hide away with him. To find a private dune with him and explore our overwhelming, forbidden urges. As the sun began to set and my group of friends began to make plans for the night, I found myself holding back. Hoping to see him, hoping for a unspoken acknowledgement. A look, a sign, someway of knowing our desires matched, that we would have each other. That we would know and explore each other. It was getting darker and I found myself looking for him, it turned out, he was looking for me also. Under the lights of the boardwalk, it was a knowing glance. A simple glance that may of meant nothing to anyone else, but to us it was an invitation.
Heading out to the dunes, I could feel my excitement and urgency grow. A nervous trembling, so much more so than anytime out there with any girl. So nervous, a huge lump in my throat, nervous. Yet, it was an anticipation nervousness. A nervousness brought on by such enormous lust, fear and cravings. My young, horny cock of course wanted release, but I felt it was more than that. I felt sure I wanted to give him that wonderful release also. Moving between the big, rolling mounds of sand, we found a hidden place, our place. Nervously looking around although we both knew no one could see us. We faced each other, alone and in silence. I could feel his warmth, his desire, as he could feel mine. No words were needed. Our trembling hands reached out to caress each other, to feel one another. I didn't know touching another boy could be so incredibly thrilling. In this most intimate of moments, a boy's body turned sexual and lusty. The curve of his hips, the firmness of his belly, the muscles of his arms. Curious hands explored, touched, caressed and found his raging, hard penis. I never thought this could be so sexy, so exciting, so thrilling and so overwhelmingly erotic. Warm in my hand, firm and yet smooth and soft. I felt such an urge to have it in my mouth. It felt so natural to want it in my mouth. The urge was so powerful... as was his.
His hands on my chest. Warm, lust driven hands. Feeling me, caressing me. Running over my shoulder and arms, his hands clearly exploring, taking all lf me in. Perhaps, like mine, it was first time curiousity. Perhaps it was the realization of hours of private thoughts and fantasy. Or, perhaps it was just another moment, in many, to give in to his powerful urges. I thought about none of that now, though. Now was for passion, now was for unknown pleasure. We stood, each of our hands on the other. Now nude, out in the open, out in the nights warm air. Two teens, curious, and lost in the moment. Our moment, hidden away, anonymous to all but the dunes. Free to give in, free to the lust and passion. Instinctively, we moved closer. Our hands now on each other's fit, firm asses. His ass felt wonderful. Similar to a girls, yet different. Maybe even somehow better. Feeling his ass in my hands sent my lust skyward. Feeling his hands on mine, squeezing it, caresseing it, sent the lust even higher. Slightly, we moved even closer.
Warm, fit young bodies now pressed together. Our cocks so hard, rubbed against the other. I could feel our leaking pre cum making our cock's and abdomen's slick. Our mouths met. Our lips caressed. It seemed so natural, it seemed so right, it seemed so out of our control. We kissed as our cock's were grinding aganst each other in unison. It was he that moved to his knees first. His wet lips on my dick took my breath away. Intinctively, my hands moved to his head and shoulders, stroking them, encouraging him. He sucked me and made me feel light headed. His soft, cock muffled moans met mine, breaking our silence. If someone was close, they would of heard, but at that moment, I didn't care. Maybe he knew the time was right, maybe he just wanted to fill my mouth, but he stopped sucking me and, taking my hands, pulled me down. He layed back, his hard cock glistened in the moonlight. It drew me like a magnet. I got on all fours and went down on him. Immediately struck by the taste of his sweet pre cum and the warm, wonderful and full feeling in my mouth, I sucked his cock. He tasted so good, he felt so amazing it all seemed so very right. I felt a rush and flow from my cock, I felt as if I had cummed. So thrilling and such a turn on. An ecstasy, a mind melting rush came over me. I sucked him hard and with an u*********s sense of urgency. Surprisingly, subconsciously, I wanted his cum. I needed his cum and to give him that release. He put his hands on me, urging me, gripping me, encouraging me. It felt incredible to give him that kind of emotion and pleasure. His moans, while hushed, became louder. His moans grew closer together. His grip on me tightened, his hips bucked and legs trembled, then ne gave me his seed. A rush of warm, salty jizz, filling my mouth, spilling out amd not once did I consider stopping. I sucked him completely, eagerly. I made him cum and tasted him. It made me feel strangely euphoric. It made me feel like kissing him.
I remember loving his lips right then, loving that he would recognize my need and give it to me by kissing me. Maybe he recognized my need, in that moment, for intimacy. Maybe he felt the need for it as well. As we kissed, his cum between us, his hand found my hard, slick, pre cum lubed cock and stroked it. I moaned quietly, my lips still pressed to his. As I neared orgasm, brought on by his warm and wonderful hand, I felt the desire to kiss him deeply, urgently. My tongue slipped into his mouth. I began to shake and he dove down. Taking my cock into his warm, wet, incredibly sexy mouth. I shook and bucked and felt the best orgasm of my life. I came in his mouth, as he had in mine.
We layed there after, feeling the breeze begin to cool as the night moved in. We kissed and tasted each other's cum. It felt incredibly intimate and incredibly passioante. I felt his soft cock and he felt mine. I marveled at how arrousing it was, even now, to touch him. Quietly, we dressed and he was gone.
Years later, so much older now, the magic and memory of the sand dunes has never left me. I was there again, and again I didn't know it, didn't expect it, but the moment was seemingly repeating itself. His name was Henry. So much younger, but I knew him, although just in passing. It was a look, just a glance, yet again I seemed to know. I seemed to sense it. Was it just my imagination? Was it just a wish? Was being there making me subconsciously crave that moment, that experience, that intimacy again? Henry was young and although I didn't know it then, maybe even he didn't, craved that same kind of feeling and encounter. Did we sense each other? Was it wishful thinking, a fantasy, on my part?
Looks and glances, an unspoken lust seemed to be building as the evening wore on. As I walked away, leading him away, a sense of deja vu struck me. I felt so light headed, just like before. The dunes looked different, but the air, the erotic feeling was exactly the same. I slipped away, between two dunes and waited, hoping he would follow. In the darkness, I could make out his frame as he approached me. My heart was racing, it was just like being a teenager again. I wanted to experience it again, possibly to recapture and relive my youth. Possibly he was wanting to start his journey or just to give in to his lusts and cravings. It was possible he was feeling what I had felt many years before. An insatiable curiousity. When he approached and moved close, I knew. Silently, he moved to his knees. Without words, his hands ran up my thighs and fumbled with my fly. He pulled them down, around my ankles. In the darkness, I felt his lips. He kissed my hanging cock, making it immediately swell. My heart racing, my breathing heavy, it felt again like that first time. I had not felt like this in ages. His soft, full lips kissed and caressed me. My cock was so hard, oh it felt so good to be this hard again. I felt him rub it on his face, I felt him mouth and tongue my balls. His lips on my tip, they slid over my cock's engorged head and down my shaft. I moaned out like a teenager. My sound of ecstasy breaking through the silence. Encouraging, make him free to let his pleasure be known as well. He moaned as he sucked me. His pleasure seemed to at least be equa tol mine. His warm, wet, eager, young mouth. The moment, the pleasure, the thrill of being outside and yet hidden away. The unexplainable, whole body tingle, I had only felt this while being intimate with another male. Henry, young passionate Henry. His eagerness to please, his driven, seemingly secret, incredible lust for cock. I would reward him. This would be something we share. A moment, intimate, connected and shared. I would give him my orgasm. He didn't know it, but this so was special for me. He was so special. I could feel it build, oh how I wanted to fill his mouth. Torn between savoring the moment and feeling that incredible release. It was unstoppable, it was uncontrollable. My legs quivered and my breathing quickened. Wonderful Henry, senseing my urgency, moaned for me and sucked me harder, faster and deeper. My body shook as I gave him my cum. Shooting stream after stream of my hot, passion fueled orgasm into his young, amazing mouth. My cum glistened in the moonlight as it spilled out the corners of his mouth, down his chin and onto his shirt.
That night, I felt such desire. Such an urge to pleasure Henry like he had me, like I had that first boy, so long ago. I craved being intimate with him and layed awake thinking of it. Thoughts of my hands and mouth on his body and his on mine. I layed awake and wondered, if given the chance, would I do it?
Many times I had enjoyed those moments. It was the anticipation, maybe as exciting as the encounter itself. Going there, knowing the girlI was with was aware of what that meant. Young, driven by lust, we would slip away between the dunes and fumble with each other's clothes. Her soft skin, the curves of her waist, her firm breasts, her shapely little ass. All for me to caress, explore and devour. Filling my hands with her body as we kissed. My rock hard cock between us, pressed against us. All so wonderful, yet the most memorable was an encounter that was both entirely different and yet almost the same.
It was summer. There was always something about the summer. Days spent at the shore, sun soaked hours taking in the sun kissed bodies. The sweet scents of the lotions and oils, how the made everyone's fit, young bodies glisten. Making everyone horny and all day knowing what the evening might have in store. I saw him and not really knowing why, my eyes seemed drawn to him. I guess I had been curious, but mostly just because it was the uknown. Why did some guys love being with other guys? Are the pleasures somehow so much more? When we met, there was a look in his eyes. A spark, and I could feel it. Maybe I had that same look in my eyes when I looked at him? It was a casual touch that said the mos A warmth and a shot of electricity ran through me. This was something more than what it seemed on the surface. This was something I could not only sense, but feel.
Throughout the day, we exchanged glances. Throughout the day, my curiousity grew. Throughout the day, my urges grew. I found myself hoping for the opportunity to hide away with him. To find a private dune with him and explore our overwhelming, forbidden urges. As the sun began to set and my group of friends began to make plans for the night, I found myself holding back. Hoping to see him, hoping for a unspoken acknowledgement. A look, a sign, someway of knowing our desires matched, that we would have each other. That we would know and explore each other. It was getting darker and I found myself looking for him, it turned out, he was looking for me also. Under the lights of the boardwalk, it was a knowing glance. A simple glance that may of meant nothing to anyone else, but to us it was an invitation.
Heading out to the dunes, I could feel my excitement and urgency grow. A nervous trembling, so much more so than anytime out there with any girl. So nervous, a huge lump in my throat, nervous. Yet, it was an anticipation nervousness. A nervousness brought on by such enormous lust, fear and cravings. My young, horny cock of course wanted release, but I felt it was more than that. I felt sure I wanted to give him that wonderful release also. Moving between the big, rolling mounds of sand, we found a hidden place, our place. Nervously looking around although we both knew no one could see us. We faced each other, alone and in silence. I could feel his warmth, his desire, as he could feel mine. No words were needed. Our trembling hands reached out to caress each other, to feel one another. I didn't know touching another boy could be so incredibly thrilling. In this most intimate of moments, a boy's body turned sexual and lusty. The curve of his hips, the firmness of his belly, the muscles of his arms. Curious hands explored, touched, caressed and found his raging, hard penis. I never thought this could be so sexy, so exciting, so thrilling and so overwhelmingly erotic. Warm in my hand, firm and yet smooth and soft. I felt such an urge to have it in my mouth. It felt so natural to want it in my mouth. The urge was so powerful... as was his.
His hands on my chest. Warm, lust driven hands. Feeling me, caressing me. Running over my shoulder and arms, his hands clearly exploring, taking all lf me in. Perhaps, like mine, it was first time curiousity. Perhaps it was the realization of hours of private thoughts and fantasy. Or, perhaps it was just another moment, in many, to give in to his powerful urges. I thought about none of that now, though. Now was for passion, now was for unknown pleasure. We stood, each of our hands on the other. Now nude, out in the open, out in the nights warm air. Two teens, curious, and lost in the moment. Our moment, hidden away, anonymous to all but the dunes. Free to give in, free to the lust and passion. Instinctively, we moved closer. Our hands now on each other's fit, firm asses. His ass felt wonderful. Similar to a girls, yet different. Maybe even somehow better. Feeling his ass in my hands sent my lust skyward. Feeling his hands on mine, squeezing it, caresseing it, sent the lust even higher. Slightly, we moved even closer.
Warm, fit young bodies now pressed together. Our cocks so hard, rubbed against the other. I could feel our leaking pre cum making our cock's and abdomen's slick. Our mouths met. Our lips caressed. It seemed so natural, it seemed so right, it seemed so out of our control. We kissed as our cock's were grinding aganst each other in unison. It was he that moved to his knees first. His wet lips on my dick took my breath away. Intinctively, my hands moved to his head and shoulders, stroking them, encouraging him. He sucked me and made me feel light headed. His soft, cock muffled moans met mine, breaking our silence. If someone was close, they would of heard, but at that moment, I didn't care. Maybe he knew the time was right, maybe he just wanted to fill my mouth, but he stopped sucking me and, taking my hands, pulled me down. He layed back, his hard cock glistened in the moonlight. It drew me like a magnet. I got on all fours and went down on him. Immediately struck by the taste of his sweet pre cum and the warm, wonderful and full feeling in my mouth, I sucked his cock. He tasted so good, he felt so amazing it all seemed so very right. I felt a rush and flow from my cock, I felt as if I had cummed. So thrilling and such a turn on. An ecstasy, a mind melting rush came over me. I sucked him hard and with an u*********s sense of urgency. Surprisingly, subconsciously, I wanted his cum. I needed his cum and to give him that release. He put his hands on me, urging me, gripping me, encouraging me. It felt incredible to give him that kind of emotion and pleasure. His moans, while hushed, became louder. His moans grew closer together. His grip on me tightened, his hips bucked and legs trembled, then ne gave me his seed. A rush of warm, salty jizz, filling my mouth, spilling out amd not once did I consider stopping. I sucked him completely, eagerly. I made him cum and tasted him. It made me feel strangely euphoric. It made me feel like kissing him.
I remember loving his lips right then, loving that he would recognize my need and give it to me by kissing me. Maybe he recognized my need, in that moment, for intimacy. Maybe he felt the need for it as well. As we kissed, his cum between us, his hand found my hard, slick, pre cum lubed cock and stroked it. I moaned quietly, my lips still pressed to his. As I neared orgasm, brought on by his warm and wonderful hand, I felt the desire to kiss him deeply, urgently. My tongue slipped into his mouth. I began to shake and he dove down. Taking my cock into his warm, wet, incredibly sexy mouth. I shook and bucked and felt the best orgasm of my life. I came in his mouth, as he had in mine.
We layed there after, feeling the breeze begin to cool as the night moved in. We kissed and tasted each other's cum. It felt incredibly intimate and incredibly passioante. I felt his soft cock and he felt mine. I marveled at how arrousing it was, even now, to touch him. Quietly, we dressed and he was gone.
Years later, so much older now, the magic and memory of the sand dunes has never left me. I was there again, and again I didn't know it, didn't expect it, but the moment was seemingly repeating itself. His name was Henry. So much younger, but I knew him, although just in passing. It was a look, just a glance, yet again I seemed to know. I seemed to sense it. Was it just my imagination? Was it just a wish? Was being there making me subconsciously crave that moment, that experience, that intimacy again? Henry was young and although I didn't know it then, maybe even he didn't, craved that same kind of feeling and encounter. Did we sense each other? Was it wishful thinking, a fantasy, on my part?
Looks and glances, an unspoken lust seemed to be building as the evening wore on. As I walked away, leading him away, a sense of deja vu struck me. I felt so light headed, just like before. The dunes looked different, but the air, the erotic feeling was exactly the same. I slipped away, between two dunes and waited, hoping he would follow. In the darkness, I could make out his frame as he approached me. My heart was racing, it was just like being a teenager again. I wanted to experience it again, possibly to recapture and relive my youth. Possibly he was wanting to start his journey or just to give in to his lusts and cravings. It was possible he was feeling what I had felt many years before. An insatiable curiousity. When he approached and moved close, I knew. Silently, he moved to his knees. Without words, his hands ran up my thighs and fumbled with my fly. He pulled them down, around my ankles. In the darkness, I felt his lips. He kissed my hanging cock, making it immediately swell. My heart racing, my breathing heavy, it felt again like that first time. I had not felt like this in ages. His soft, full lips kissed and caressed me. My cock was so hard, oh it felt so good to be this hard again. I felt him rub it on his face, I felt him mouth and tongue my balls. His lips on my tip, they slid over my cock's engorged head and down my shaft. I moaned out like a teenager. My sound of ecstasy breaking through the silence. Encouraging, make him free to let his pleasure be known as well. He moaned as he sucked me. His pleasure seemed to at least be equa tol mine. His warm, wet, eager, young mouth. The moment, the pleasure, the thrill of being outside and yet hidden away. The unexplainable, whole body tingle, I had only felt this while being intimate with another male. Henry, young passionate Henry. His eagerness to please, his driven, seemingly secret, incredible lust for cock. I would reward him. This would be something we share. A moment, intimate, connected and shared. I would give him my orgasm. He didn't know it, but this so was special for me. He was so special. I could feel it build, oh how I wanted to fill his mouth. Torn between savoring the moment and feeling that incredible release. It was unstoppable, it was uncontrollable. My legs quivered and my breathing quickened. Wonderful Henry, senseing my urgency, moaned for me and sucked me harder, faster and deeper. My body shook as I gave him my cum. Shooting stream after stream of my hot, passion fueled orgasm into his young, amazing mouth. My cum glistened in the moonlight as it spilled out the corners of his mouth, down his chin and onto his shirt.
That night, I felt such desire. Such an urge to pleasure Henry like he had me, like I had that first boy, so long ago. I craved being intimate with him and layed awake thinking of it. Thoughts of my hands and mouth on his body and his on mine. I layed awake and wondered, if given the chance, would I do it?
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