A Collection of Gay Short Stories

By James Orr

A collection of Gay Short Stories. Starting with Littlehampton Beach. Erotic in nature. Adult reading.
All characters depicted are eighteen years of age or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781291041064

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A Collection of Gay Short Stories

A Collection of Gay Short Stories

By James Orr

Copyright 2012 by James Orr

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happenings.

All rights reserved.

No part of this publication can be reproduced stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the publishers and/or author.

While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibilities for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of information contained herein.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Dedicated to Sam.

Book design by Sabaijai Design

Littlehampton Beach

I'd arrived early at the beach and the sun had not yet had a chance to heat the sand, but it was certainly going to be hot.

Indeed, it was already warm enough for a young lad to strip off his T-shirt and his shorts. I gazed over at the teenager. He was wearing a pair of trainers, white with purple laces and matching heel section. His slightly tanned legs were long for his age, but my gaze was drawn further up to his swimming trunks. They were somewhat old fashioned in style, coloured red with white piping. Perhaps they had been handed down by an older relative who had grown out of them. The result was that they were already a little tight, fitting on his body. I could see the stark outline of his bottom, and as he turned to face me I could make out the clear impression of his penis, pushed tight against his body.

There was a red mark on his waist, highlighted by the pale colour of his body, where the tight elastic of the trunks was chafing his skin. The merest hint of blonde hair from his navel down to the start of his trunks could be seen, but apart from that his chest was smooth, with small nipples which complimented his long arms which showed little sign of adult muscle development. His blonde hair, cut short at the sides, had been left to grow long down his neck.

Looking at him, I wasn't sure how I was going to last the day.  Ever since I'd seen him I'd been in a constant state of excitement and I blessed my own good foresight in wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts which would hide the half erect state of my own cock.

When he stripped down to his clinging costume, my erection had become firmer, and the day was still young.

I had set up at a secluded spot about fifty yards from the sea, at the start of sand-dunes which stretched back and along to the cloudless horizon of the golf course.

Our towels were laid out parallel to each other pointing towards the sea with his bike between us. We were both lying on our fronts looking out to the water.  I had adopted that position for a very good reason, it hid the state of my penis, but at the same time the pressure applied by the weight of my body every time I moved my position made small aches of pleasure spasming through my groin.

Although it was an unofficial nudist beach there was no way I could have stripped off.

We lay there for some minutes, and when the weight became too much for our arms, our heads dropped down to the towels and we lay there, looking at each other but saying nothing.

Suddenly he got up on all fours, and then sprung into the air, his arms stretched out, and his legs kicking into the air. He stooped to undo his laces, threw off his trainers and started to run to the sea, stopping after a few yards to look back, but then carried on, not waiting to see if I would follow. I knew that the cold water would cool me down, but I felt comfortable where I was with my own inner private pleasures.

I started to doze off and was only brought back to consciousness by the sound of a group of invisible teenagers laughing and running their way to the beach. I adopted my previous position, my head resting in my hands, and tried to catch sight of him.

He was just coming out of the water, straight in front of me. I could make out the colour of his trunks, and the aura of his hair.  He walked towards me. His beauty was now enhanced by the sunlight highlighting areas of his wet skin and his dripping hair.

As he came closer, I could see that he was smiling. I could feel his pale blue eyes resonating with the pleasure of the sea, sun and warm wind.

When he was within speaking distance, he stopped.  I couldn't bend my neck further upwards, and as he moved upwards to the dunes I couldn't help but stare rigidly at the front of his costume.  The shape of his penis was quite clear, but it wasn’t erect. I wouldn't have been able to tell whether he was circumcised or not. The wet fabric had become almost transparent and I could sense the white coolness of his whole pubic area.

I turned to watch him as lay down and stretched slowly.

Again his arms were spread wide, and he breathed in slowly and deeply, making his lower chest concave in shape and showing a little more of the red mark circling his waist. He lay digging his toes into the sand behind him. I noticed droplets of water still shining in the small of his back, and his arms patched with sand where his wet skin had made contact with the ground.  Nothing was said and soon we both drifted into half sleep.

Again the noise of a passing group aroused us. We both sat up and he looked into his beach bag for a moment, and then produced a bottle of sun lotion. Unscrewing the cap with his teeth, he squirted some liquid onto his hands and began to apply it to his arms, chest and legs.

Then, as he lay chest down, he threw the bottle at me. I knew what he was asking me to do. I got up and sitting cross legged by his side, I started to apply the lotion to his back. I began with his neck, my fingers occasionally touching the end of his hair line, working steadily downwards and outwards towards his ribs. I was forced to half rise over him in order to cover the farther side of his body. His skin was smooth, like warm liquid glass which rippled under the pressure of my hands.

I reached the red line and paused for a moment, wondering whether to cross the threshold or not. I was almost completely erect, my prick straining against the top of my shorts. My fingers gradually crawled under the waist-band, only an inch or two in. I waited. I then moved my hands apart around his hips where again I stopped.

He made the slightest movement by raising his chest from the towel. This allowed my thumbs to meet over his navel, my fingers pointing and feeling downwards. Holding my position, I felt the slightest hint of the end of his cock. He was hard. After a few moments he lowered himself downwards, trapping my hands underneath him. I pulled them out and wiped the remaining lotion into my own chest.

I brought my towel and laid it down next to him without a word.

I knew that I was going to have to relieve the intense pressure from my own cock, and I also knew that it wouldn't take long to do.

I lay down on my towel again, and then noticed that his right arm was pointing down towards my towel and that his hand was clenching the sand beneath its surface. I wriggled closer to him, knowing that his hand might be at the same spot as my erect penis. It was. Slowly I moved my arse down, in towards the sand and then back. His hand did not move, but I felt the pressure of his fingers against my cockhead.

I repeated the action making only slight movements, but enough to urge my balls into letting loose their own lotion. My movements grew quicker and a little more active. His hand stayed put as I felt the intense promise of relief start at the base of my cock. I squirmed heavily into the towel coming into my shorts in long spasms. As I felt the material grow damp around my cock area. I could feel his fingers curve up and touch the shape of my spent penis.

Again we lay there, looking into each other's eyes. I couldn't make out any emotion in his face; he seemed neither worried nor pleased. He withdrew his arm towards his body and placed his hand under his towel in the region of his genitals. I noticed the small motions of his behind and could imagine his fingers feeling his stiff prick and him relying on his small movements to give himself spasms of pleasure.

His face suddenly became serious; he closed his mouth and clenched his eyes, drawing his lips together. His butt gave one strong heave into the sand, and his eyes shut tightly. I noticed the smattering of freckles on his face as his cheeks were forced upwards by his facial movements.

After a moment, his body relaxed and he opened his eyes.  There was a faint smile of relief which was perhaps highlighted with a hint of having showed off. He could do as well as I could.

We both had a problem, his worse than mine. There would be obvious wet stains at the front of our shorts. There was no choice but to stay where we were until the cum had dried up. I cradled my head in my arms and replayed the previous minutes through in my mind. I imagined variations on the theme, with us both on our backs and openly playing with each other’s cocks. I imagined leaning over him and kissing him on the mouth, on his neck, on his midriff, the tip of his penis, its base and then kissing each of his balls contained in his scrotum.

I dozed off dreaming of fingers roaming over his buttocks and towards his arse hole.

I was awoken by a hand digging into my shoulder.  He was squatting on his haunches. I looked at his trunks and noticed only a small blob of wetness in his cock area. I looked down towards my own shorts. I could feel the stickiness of my cum in my pubic hair but there was little outward sign of my previous activities.  We got up and without a word began to run towards the sea. I wished that I could take his hand, but had to content myself with running close to him, our hips and arms colliding now and again.  We reached the water and continued to run, until the strength of the waves slowed us down. We stood there letting the shock of the cool temperature run through to the inner core of our bodies.  He started splashing me first and I responded by scooping up great sheets of water with my arm, jerking the ensuing wave in his direction.

That continued for some time until he came towards me, with his arms hunched gorilla-fashion. Standing on tip-toe he put his full weight on my shoulders hoping to force my head under the water, but I was too strong and just stood there whilst his chest came into contact with my own. He continued pressing down, until his feet were off the sand and he was supporting himself with his arms. I took a sudden step backwards and fell back into the water with him on top of me.

The water closed over my mouth and as I continued to fall he followed me down. As he became covered by the waves, I moved my arms around his body and held him for a few seconds until we were forced to separate and come up for air.

We both laughed and he tried the same action again. I let my knees buckle, and as we fell towards the ground I put my hands under his bottom supporting him as we stood there with our mouths just parallel to the surface. We kept that position until he let his legs stretch out and touch the sea floor. I kept my hands where they were until, as I had done previously, I moved them round to his front and dipped them into the front of his trunks. I peeled the trunks down until they were around his thighs. My right hand moved towards his penis. The temperature of the water had reduced it to minimum size, and his balls were just a plum-sized appendage underneath it. The whole area was entirely smooth to the touch, the coolness of the water increasing the sensation as my hand moved over the area.

My left hand meanwhile had crept round to his arse, my middle finger resting against his hole as I slowly moved it round the opening.

He moved his arms around mine and started to massage my cock with both hands. One hand moved inside my shorts and felt for my prick, brushing against my pubes. He gently massaged the tip between his thumb and forefinger.

A family group playing with a rubber ball were getting dangerously close to us, and we were forced to disengage.

We stood back from each other, he pulled up his trunks and we strode towards the shore. We walked slowly back to our pitch where we dried ourselves with our sandy towels.

It was time to eat, so we picked up our belongings and made for a nearby snack bar. I realised that the ache I was feeling in my groin region was now due to an urgent need to pee, rather than from any other source.

We both entered the toilets, and walked towards the urinals.  He had no choice but to pull the front of his trunks down in order to free his cock. I saw it for the first time, five inches long perhaps and intact with a pursed circle of skin at its tip. I was correct in my previous estimation and from what I had felt whilst we were in the sea, the area around his cock had little hair and was an expressionless white in colour.

I took my own cock out and only managed to start to pee with difficulty despite the pressure from my kidneys. He looked down at me, his hand almost involuntarily pushing towards my shorts but we were interrupted by the sound of some other men entering the toilet block and we were forced to look away from each other and finish up separately.

Entering the snack bar, I ordered some hamburgers with fries and we sat opposite each other at a small table near the entrance.  Our arms lay on the table close together but not touching. The hairs on my arm just touched the smooth surface of his arms which were now slightly reddened with the sun. I could see slight salt marks as the water had evaporated from the skin. They reminded me of our invisible dried cum which had been washed off by the action of the sea water just half an hour or so ago.

The meal arrived but neither of us could summon up much enthusiasm for the greasy food. I poured out some ketchup onto my plate and coated a few fries with the sauce. He didn't bother to do the same, but merely dipped a few fries into my sauce and languidly inserted them into his mouth, chewing slowly. He didn't look directly at me, his gaze seeming to be fixed at no particular object as he felt