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Man, I can still remember every detail of our first weekend on the beach at Gastern Island. Id just finished up my sophomore year of high school with a brain-frying set of exams, and more than anything I needed to let loose. The problem was that Mom and Dad had decided that it was time to broaden our horizons or some shit like that by taking us to Gastern for the summer. Its not like the Island was anything new. Wed been to a different nudist colony every summer for as long as I can remember, but I had my license now and wanted to spend time at home with my friends. More than anything, I was sick of having to always live by my parents code. Why did I have to get stuck with the weirdest parents in the world? Brendan was another subject altogether. He was too young to know any better, and so he believed all that crap that the rents were always feeding to us: everything about your body is naturally beautiful, and when your body wants something you must give it, otherwise you will poison your temple. Shit, if those 400-pound, thimble-dicked guys on some of these beaches were temples, then god must have a really screwed up sense of humor. One things for sure, none of them ever denied their bellies whatever they wanted! Like I say, though, Brendan was different from me. Hed just started puberty the year before, and man let me tell you that wasnt cool at all. Its one thing for Mom and Dad to swear off deodorant because they take a shower more than once a week. Its a whole other ballpark for a kid who thinks soap is the devil. I have to share a room with the little guy, and let me tell you what, it may be natural, but it sure aint much fun. B.O. from hell is what it is, and thats not for me. Ive been buying antibacterial soap on the side for a year now and using it when I shower at school after gym, and then I use a non-scented spray so Mom wont find out Im using the abomination of antiperspirants. By now you probably have the impression that my parents are nutcases, and youre right. Im not quite sure how it happened because they are way too young to be hippies, but my parents believe EVERYTHING has to be natural. They say the best way to know whats natural is to pay attention to what your body wants. Somehow that has led them to the conclusion that all four of us should be nudists. They let me wear clothes to school, but while were home and on vacation all I get is a pair of sandals for hot sand and sharp rocks. I go with the flow, but it doesnt mean I dont have enough sense to know its crazy. Brendan, on the other hand, loves it. Hes bought the party line lock, stock, and barrel, as my grandfather used to say. Anyhow, what was the first thing he wanted to do when we arrived on the Island? Well, off came the traveling clothes, and he just had to get out on the beach. Sun and surf on tanned skin is what hes all about. I was hoping hed grow out of it, like I have, but not that weekend. Take your brother out for a swim, Mom called from the kitchen, and make sure to check each other every fifteen minutes to make sure you arent getting too much sun until youve got a nice base tan going. So off we went sandals and skin down the strand, Brendan running and me trying to pretend we werent together. After all, there might be some cute young guys on the beach, and I didnt need a tag-a-long crimping my style. As the pipsqueak disappeared into a gaggle of lanky beach kids, I trudged my way down to the water pissing and moaning in my head the whole time about how my summer was ruined. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I didnt notice the guy barreling down on me running backwards trying to catch a Frisbee. Down we went in a writhing jumble of arms, legs, and damp sand. Before I knew what had happened, a strong hand was pulling me to my feet. The sun was in my eyes, so I couldnt see the guy who had plowed into me, but his voice immediately caused goose-bumps to rise on my arms. Sorry about that, but I didnt see you! Its no problem, I said brushing the sand off my legs and butt cheeks, cause I didnt see you either. But then I did see him. As I stood up, my eyes started at his tanned bare feet and worked their way up his legs, perfectly toned muscle covered with the sexiest blond fuzz. By the time I got to his thighs, I didnt even notice he was wearing a baggy red bathing suit. I skipped up to the delicate blond treasure trail, two caramel kissed nipples, broad shoulders, and a mop of sun bleached hair. By the time the boy held out his hand again to introduce himself, I already had a crush and half wood. Im Stephen, and from the looks of you, youre new to the Island. Yeah, my family just arrived for the summer, and I figured I better check out the beach. Im Rob. As I shook his hand, I was becoming more aware of the urgency that was rising beneath my dark triangle of love hair as my Dad called it. Fuck Dad for not letting me wear trunks like Stephen he knew I was 16 and got wood every time I even looked at a boy my own age! I could feel the heat of my blush covering my face and shoulders, but Stephen just ignored my cock (which was now at full staff). He just put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me along with him. Well, Rob, since youre new around these parts, Im gunna take you under my wing. And so we walked back toward the two other boys Stephen had been playing Frisbee with. I guess I clammed up pretty good, cause it seemed like he did all of the talking. It turns out Stephen had just finished his freshman year at the University of Florida and was taking a month off to spend on the Island with friends before returning to Tampa for his summer job. He introduced me to his friends, but they were just getting ready to head in for lunch, so after about five minutes of chitchat we were left alone, throwing the Frisbee back and forth, me and the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He was so graceful, so perfect. I couldnt take my eyes off him, and before too long I completely forgot about my bobbing hard on and just enjoyed my good luck. It was then that the Emerson family code reared its ugly head for the first time that fateful weekend. Brendan, ever the dutiful boy, came running up to press his thumbs all over my body to make sure I didnt have a sunburn. He then demanded that I do the same for him. During our few awkward moments prodding each other, I introduced Brendan and Stephen, and then Brendan was off again, this time back to the beach house. I was so embarrassed, but Stephen just laughed it off. Hey, theres nothing wrong with having a brother, especially one as quirky and fun as yours seems to be, he paused for a second, and glanced at me from under those bleached locks, even though hes not as cute as his big brother. I was shocked. That hot blush started flushing over my skin again as Stephen stepped closer and brushed some sand off my forehead. I think I managed to stammer out something unintelligible because he laughed, but all I could focus on was that he was close and my cock was straining hard. I looked up into his green eyes and instinct took over as I reached up and pulled his face to mine. My kiss was bourn of inexperience and urgency, but the kiss he returned nearly buckled my knees. For that moment, Stephens mouth was the whole world, the smell of sweat and salt on his skin the atmosphere I wanted to breathe forever. But moments like that dont last. So Rob, Ive gotta run catch some grub before my buds finish it all off. You wanna meet me tonight for a little moon bathing? Sure thing, eagerness dripping from lips on which I could still taste him, but when and where? How about down by lifeguard tower 14? He pointed down the road of rippled sand toward a grey tower painted with a giant red number 14. About 10 oclock? Sounds good, Stephen, Ill be there. With another quick touch of lips he was off, running full bore up the beach. I was soon to discover that Stephen did everything full bore, but for that moment I felt complete for the first time in my life. ********** Its hard to believe that day was ten years ago it seems like it was yesterday but then I remember all that has happened since then. When I remember, it seems like a lifetime ago. If I knew then what I know now, I wonder if I would have gone to Stephen beside the stairs of that lifeguard tower. Its not like I had never fooled around with another guy before, but I was completely unprepared for the emotions that night would unleash and for the consequences that would follow. The fact that some of what happened because of that night was beyond my control doesnt make the second guessing any easier. Everything started there. Everything started because I made the choice to go to him. On the other hand, maybe there is some wisdom to the code. I gave my body what it wanted that night, and Ive given it what it has wanted ever since. Brendan chose his own path, following the demands his body presented him. Hes found peace with it, but he has always been ready to listen to the song of his flesh. Maybe if I learn to listen like he does, I will find that same peace. ********** As I jogged up the boardwalk over the dunes, I still felt those first jittery butterflies dancing in my stomach, but my mind was somewhere else. I was wherever Stephen was, watching him grin as his body stretched like a panthers grasping for a silly plastic disc. I was walking in the door of our beach house before I knew where I was. Brendan tells us you have a boyfriend. Dads words shocked me back to reality. An older boy from the sounds of it. A boyfriend. I pondered, trying the words on for size. Is he as cute as Brendan says he is? Mom chimed in. I see youre still thinking about him. She swatted my still proud penis with a dish cloth. Dad set aside his newspaper and reached into the satchel beside him on the couch. After digging around for a minute, he pulled out a bottle of Astroglide and tossed it my way. Heads up! You know what to do, Rob. Both of them were grinning at each other. I unconsciously flipped open the bottle top and squeezed a dimes worth of the lube into my palm and found a chair to sit in while I worked the silky liquid around the head and shaft of my cock. Hes the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen. All I want to do is taste every inch of his body. Chuckling, Dad went back to his paper and Mom to her dishes with a wry smile. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes closed imagining what I would find under those baggy trunks. Once when Stephen tackled me to get the Frisbee back, I felt his pelvis against mine and the hardness there was unmistakable. Oh how I wanted to make him moan with my mouth . As I imagined his pink cock spurting in my mouth, three ropes of my cum striped my chest and neck. Did that feel as good as it looked? In my reverie, I hadnt noticed Brendan come in and plop down next to me. The bottle of lube in one hand, his small cock in the other, he was already stroking as I dragged my fingers through the slick jism on my sun heated skin. As I watched his little orbs rise and the dollop of his immature seed plop into the thin, young forest of dark hair around his cock, I licked my own semen off my finger tips. Brendan must have thought I was mocking him, because he rushed me wanting to wrestle. It was amazing that he wanted to do anything but bask in his orgasm, but we rolled to the floor and I quickly pinned him to my chest wiping myself clean with his hair. By the time Mom thought to break us up, we were both laughing. Brendan is as kooky as our parents, but I love them all dearly. Dad, is it alright if I meet Stephen tonight, maybe even stay over at his place? How old is the boy? Nineteen. Oh, how I thought that 19 was all grown up then. Now that Im 26, I realize that I still dont know anything about life yet. Hes at the U. of F., studying pre law. You can go, but I want you back here by midnight. If the boy wants to sleep with you, you two can stay here so well know youre safe. At that, the butterflies returned and my just relieved cock sprung again to attention. With another chuckle and a cluck of the tongue my Dad commented, Ah, to be sixteen again. I barely heard him, though, as I rushed out the door, down the boardwalk and into the surf. Nothing mattered except those magical words: HE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH YOU! ********** It was 9:45 and a full moon was rising over the quiet waters of the Gulf as I stood in the doorway of our beach house trying to stare my way through the darkness between me and tower 14. I had given our rendezvous enough clear thought to have decided not to arrive early. That was my big mistake because as I stood there, I heard the three most evil words in the English language: Take your brother. Wed already talked about this I wanted some privacy, but our Mom said that sex between boys was perfectly natural and that Brendan needed to see it for himself so he could decide whether he was gay, straight, or bi. As 10:00 approached we set out down the shadow veiled, silent beach. The walk took longer than I expected. I guess distances can be deceiving in big open spaces like a beach. When we arrived, Stephen was sitting on the steps of the tower scanning his miniature flashlight out over the water. Id about decided you werent going to come. I wouldnt have missed it for anything, but my Mom said I need to keep an eye on Brendan. It was then that Stephen first noticed my brother, and even in the darkness I saw a look of frustration cross his face. Im sorry. Do you mind if we just talk for a while? Dad said you could come back and stay at our place if you wanted. The minute I said it, I knew it was too eager. Stephen smiled as the clouds parted and the moonlight lit up his teeth with an almost fluorescent glow. Its alright, Rob. Hey, Brendan, would you mind sitting up in the tower and watching the moon while your bro and I talk for a few minutes? Looking a bit uncertain, Brendan climbed the stairs silently finally sitting with a sigh. Stephen pulled me under the stairs of the tower, pushing me down onto the sand as he fell to his knees and kissed me. Wait a second. Not so fast, Stephen. I couldnt help myself, though. I fell into each of his kisses more completely than the one before. I could hear my brother drawing in the sand that had accumulated on the tower platform. I could hear the whoosh of the surf. Oh yes, as he climbed on top of me, I could feel his hardness in my bush. I stopped cold. Even through his trunks, I could tell his cock could only be a couple of inches long at best. He noticed and sat up, almost collapsing against the pilings as if 1000 pounds of weight had just been put on his shoulders. Rob, I have something to show you and to tell you, but I want you to promise me that you wont freak out. My mind was racing, for what reason I wasnt sure. Was I upset that my Adonis was imperfect? Was I intrigued by his little cock? I promise. Stephen reached into the pocket of his trunks and pulled out a small brass key. Take this. As I felt the warmth of his body in the metal, he stood, turned away from me and pulled off his swimsuit. Even in the half moonlight under those stairs, I could see that he had the most exquisite butt ever created. In contrast to the dark tan of the rest of his body, his ass was creamy white and smooth as could be except for the barest whisp of luminescent fuzz lining his crack. Slowly, he turned towards me, tears in his eyes, his hands cupped over his crotch. I didnt think this would be so hard. I didnt even think it would be happening, but I need this so bad. I reached up and pulled his hand away, pulling him closer to me in the process, but I didnt comprehend what I saw. Beneath a thick mass of curly blond hair rested two shaved balls on either side of a transparent plastic tube locked with a small brass padlock. My eyes wide with confusion, I asked, What happened to your cock? Did you lose it in an accident? No, Rob, he choked out, my penis is normal. This is a chastity device. I havent touched my penis in three months. At those words, my cock had grown to full size in an instant, my intellect told me to run as fast as I could, but all I wanted to do was hold Stephen. My body, mind and heart were now pulling in different directions. Why? I mouthed. I havent been completely honest with you, Rob. I am not just here on the Island for my vacation. Tomorrow morning, I have an appointment with a doctor to have my penis removed. As I started to speak, he placed his hand over my mouth. I am wearing this device to make sure that I am ready for the operation. By going for three months without touching myself, I also managed to go three months without an orgasm. It was the only way I could prove to myself that I was ready. Ready for what? Why are you doing this, Stephen? I brushed my hand against the clear plastic sheath within which his cock lay shrunken and pitiful from his strong emotions. I was shaking, but I couldnt tell if it was in disgust or titillation. I cant explain why I want it done or how the fantasy started, but when I was about Brendans age I began thinking about it. By the time I was your age, Rob, I knew that if I didnt have it done soon I wouldnt be able to live with myself. You dont want to be male any more? No! I want to stay a guy, thats why I want to keep my balls. Stephen slowly lowered himself to the sand in front of me. He gently cupped my balls in his hand and began to roll one nut over the other. Do you feel that in your guts? That ache? That yearning for release? I let loose a small whimpering moan, and he squeezed harder. Thats what it feels like not to have a cock. Always horny, on the edge, but never able to find release. I was panting, a long spindle of precum stretching from my cockhead to the back of his hand. Its called a penectomy, and with the procedure I am having, they will remove my entire cock, even the root. With those words and a quick breath, my cock exploded sending spurt after spurt of cum into the sand. It wasnt until I had collapsed into Stephens arms that I realized that he had never touched my penis. This is my last chance, Rob. Here with you. I want you to unlock my chastity device, if you are willing. I want to make love here under the moonlight one last time. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely get the key into the padlock, but as I loosed it and the plastic sheath slid off, Stephens cock sprang to life. Six inches long, uncircumcised with a proud dark head, his penis was as perfect as the rest of him. The aroma of it alone caused my prick to stiffen again. I leaned forward and kissed the tip, pushing the foreskin all the way back with my lips and taking it in my mouth. That taste, the sounds he made, the salty precum on my tongue. I will remember that moment until the day I die. Stephen pulled me off his cock and kissed me again, pressing his body against mine as I lay back in the sand. He gently spread my legs and took my cock into his mouth rolling his tongue around the head in slow circles. As my back arched, he pulled my legs onto his shoulders and began to suck my balls into his mouth, sucking one at the time, then both together. Slowly, he worked his tongue beneath my balls to my hole, dancing the tip of his muscular organ around the pucker of my cherry. Working his tongue deeper and deeper, I could feel the slick wetness of his spit entering me. As he pushed my legs against my chest and spit in his hand to lubricate his cock, Stephen looked into my eyes. Youve never been fucked. I could only nod. Slowly his cock pushed at my pucker, the spit and precum melding to make opening me for the first time easier. To this day, I dont know how he exerted so much control, but it seemed to take an hour for him to gently spread me open with his cock. At first the intense pressure was almost more than I could take, but when I looked into his green eyes I relaxed. The feeling of contentment I had felt that afternoon when he kissed me paled as a candle before the sun. Our bodies, our souls were becoming one. It was in that one brief shining moment that I understood. From that instant on, I knew what intimacy was, to be truly joined to another person so tightly that all sense of individuality fades into the unity of flesh and spirit. As his cock throbbed inside me and his hips began to pump in a slow but building rhythm, I knew this wasnt about his cock or my cock. It wasnt about orgasms or cum. It was this this this oneness that made life worth living. Lying there in the sand, I understood, if only for that moment, what it was to be complete. His pace quickening, our bodies coated with glistening sweat, I knew his climax was close. The smell of our sex mixed with the salt and sea foam to fill the recesses of that tower with the musk of life. This might not be the moment of creation, but it was a moment of creation. Pumping fast and hard, Stephen and I were in another world, a world of our making. And he stopped. If I cum, I will never be able to leave you, Rob. I will never be able to do what I need to do for myself. As he pulled out, tears on his cheeks, he begged, Please understand. I do. And with that, he stood up and threw the plastic tube and lock into the sea. Thank you for helping me conquer this, Rob. I will always owe you my heart and soul for what we have done tonight. Stephen, my salvation and my tormentor, turned and walked into the night. ******** I had lain there for what seemed like an age, the darkness spinning around me, before I heard Brendans voice. Are you alright? I should have known that his curiosity would get the better of him How much did he see and hear? Im fine, Brendan, just a little exhausted. Yeah, I bet it was fun, though. How did his cock feel inside you? Did it make a difference that you know hes going to have it cut off tomorrow? You shouldnt have been listening to that, Bren. Mom told me to watch and figure things out for myself. I think its hot that hes having his dick cut off. Youre too young to know what youre talking about. Please promise me you wont think about all this until youre older. As soon as the words came out I knew that I had cinched the deal: my brother would be thinking about this non-stop for the foreseeable future. At least lets talk with Mom and Dad about it before you jump to any conclusions. Anyhow, Im way too tired to fight about it tonight. Come on Bren, lets head home. As we walked back to the beach house, I kept looking over my shoulder for Stephen, half of me hoping he would run to me and throw away the idea of mutilating himself. The other half of me wanted to cut his penis off, then hand him the knife so he could cut mine off, freeing us both to enjoy forever that bliss we felt under the stairs of tower 14. |