Rehoboth Beach Boardwalk

By William Monroe

Born on the same day to mothers who met at the hospital and became best friends, Peter and Brian were both over five-foot-ten and still growing. The young jocks lost their virginity during their senior year of high school. The milestone event happened at Peter's girlfriend Becky's house during their joint 18th birthday party on the Saturday night after their actual birthdays. The fact that it took so long surprised their friends. The boys lucked out, though, both winding up with older girlfriends... ha!

Brian's dark brown hair and blue eyes, so blue they looked like two gem-quality sapphires, combined with his Italian heritage, which helped him tan well, attracted a lot of girls. Peter's hazel eyes and sandy brown hair, sun-bleached every summer, meant he got his share of girls, too. It didn't hurt that both boys were athletic. Brian excelled as a pitcher on their school's baseball team, and Peter seemed born to lacrosse. Active lives and the sports they played gave both boys naturally muscular, athletic bodies that drew attention no matter what they wore.

As is often the case with best friends, they were dating girls who were also besties. Becky's folks were away that weekend. When the time seemed right, they all headed upstairs to Becky's room. In less than a minute, all four of them were naked on Becky's bed.

The bed wasn't large, so the couples were close together, facing opposite directions but not touching. When Maria wrapped her legs around Brian, his tongue thrust into her mouth, searching to see if she still had her tonsils. The boys had prepared, and the girls had practiced. It didn't take much fumbling before Maria's fingers, with some help from Brian, completed the preliminaries, and Brian's sheathed, hard, heat-seeking young cock found its target. Peter's own throbbing, hard, latex-wrapped cock penetrated Becky's wet pussy at about the same time.

With four naked eighteen-year-olds of whatever gender combinations piled on a single bed, bodies will touch. When Peter's thigh rubbed against Brian's, his eyelids parted, and he was greeted with a close-up view of his best friend's naked, pumped-up body coated with a light sheen of sweat, supported on fully extended arms over Becky. Peter's shoulders and biceps bulged, and his lats flared. His strong back was deeply arched as his smooth, muscular, dimpled ass flexed as it rose and fell with a steady rhythm while Becky moaned and thrust her pelvis up beneath him.

The sight of his buddy fucking Becky beside him as he screwed Marie and the scent of it almost made Brian cum right then, which confused him and made his mind race. Something -- maybe it was Maria gasping and rocking on the bed with her knees lifted as Brian's thick dick pile drove in and out of her soaking wet young pussy -- attracted Peter's attention as Brian watched. Without missing a stroke, his head turned, and his sex addled eyes looked into Brian's. Seeing that his best friend was watching him fuck, Peter's lips curved up into a smile.

Continuing to thrust his throbbing cock into Maria like a well-tuned engine, Brian could feel his dick growing even harder. He grinned back and, without thinking, adjusted his rhythm to Peter's. Side by side, their bodies lightly touching with eyes locked, slowly then faster and harder, the girls moaning and bucking beneath them, the straight boys fucked until, without exchanging a word or signal, they rose up, pulled out of the girls and yanked the condoms off their cocks. With their chests heaving as their faces turned toward each other, fists pumping, they exploded all over their girlfriends' bellies and tits in what they would both admit afterward was the wildest, most exciting orgasm either had ever had.

They were right; that had been the wildest, most exciting sexual thing they'd ever done. That would soon change, though. Having Peter naked on a bed with him in full sex heat had awakened in Brian something that previously he had only had the faintest hint existed.

Later that night, alone in each of their bedrooms, both boys jerked off while conjuring up memories and images from earlier that evening. As one was about to cum, instead of seeing himself fucking his girlfriend, he was fucking his best friend. When the boy he was fucking turned to look over his shoulder into his eyes, the orgasm the masturbating boy experienced nearly blew the top of his head off. It took a long, long time for him to catch his breath.

A week after Brian and Peter finally got laid, their families, which lived a few blocks apart in their small Maryland town, had one of their occasional family get-together dinners. That's when the boys learned their parents had rented a house in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, for the coming summer. Both families had been to Rehoboth lots of times and loved the small beach town. It had been two years since either family had rented a summer house there. Never had they gone in on one together before. The boys' dads sat at opposite ends of the table, grinning, as they dangled keys from their fingers.

High school graduations were behind them, and enrollment at the University of Virginia was more than three months off. Early on the last Thursday in May, ahead of the Memorial Day weekend, both families, and the first bunch of stuff they'd be taking to the beach for the summer, piled into cars and SUVs and made the 90-minute drive to Rehoboth.

The four-bedroom house they rented on one-block-long Queen St. may sound large, but with two sets of parents, Brian's and Peter's sisters, and both boys, four bedrooms were the minimum needed. Each set of adults would have their own room, with the girls and boys sharing.

They spent most of Saturday settling into the house. Being "good boys," Brian and Peter didn't argue when their dads asked them to tote things from the cars, when their moms found one thing after another to keep them busy, or when they asked the boys to accompany them to a supermarket on the coast highway to pick up provisions.

As eighteen-year-old jocks heading to the shore, both boys had slipped on board shorts as soon as they woke up that morning, so when they were finally set free in the late afternoon, they grabbed their Boogie Boards and raced each other the seventy or so feet from the house to the boardwalk. That was when they remembered what awaited at the end of Queen St.

Like everyone who visited Rehoboth Beach frequently, as their families did, Brian and Peter had learned about and seen Poodle Beach quite a few times while growing up. The approximately seventy-yard-wide area on Rehoboth's more than mile-long public beach has long been known as "Gay Beach." It's so famous that Google Maps notes it as "Poodle Beach."

Standing on the boardwalk, naked except for boardshorts and sunglasses, holding their Boogie Boards, the two college-bound Virginia All-State athletes scoped out the sight before them. There had to be more than two hundred gay guys and lesbians, mostly guys, lying out on some pretty elaborate setups on the sand in front of and to the right of them between the boardwalk and the shoreline.

"Dude, everyone's gay," Peter whispered out of the side of his mouth.

"Of course they are, asshole... remember, it's Poodle Beach. It's not like it just appeared. It's been here forever," Brian said, laughing softly. 'Come on... No one's gonna jump us,"

Peter didn't turn to speak because he could see that just as they were covertly scoping out the gay men spread out before them on the sand, so too were many of the men on the beach not so discreetly checking them out. Some of the more flamboyant ones were even waving and whistling.

"Dude... they're whistling at us..." Peter was about to say more when he saw his lacrosse team captain friend, at his side, bashfully lift his right forearm at the elbow and make a sort of stilted, embarrassed, side-to-side wave toward the beach, acknowledging the attention they were getting. Oh, shit, he thought, he's doing that weird wave thing the Queen of England does! They're going to think we're gay too!

"Brian! Stop waving!" Peter ordered under his breath.

"I feel like a chick. Now I know how they feel, walking around feeling as if they're naked, knowing hundreds of dudes want to fuck them," Brian almost sighed.

That was such an odd thing for him to say that it made Peter turn. Having a bunch of gay men check him out immediately prompted Brian to think they wanted to fuck his ass, not that they might want to suck his cock? Wow, that was interesting, he thought.

"Let's walk down the boardwalk toward town. There might be more girls down there?" Peter asked hopefully.

"Nah, it's nearly four, and we have to be back by five-thirty to go to dinner. I heard my dad say we're going to The Back Porch tonight. That's in town. We're eighteen now. We'll tell them we're staying in town afterward and check out the girls," Brian decided.

Ever since the boys were very young, even though some people thought Peter had a slight edge in the looks department, was the more outstanding athlete, and exuded more "star" power, Brian always took the lead in their relationship, especially when it came to making important decisions.

"The waves look good. Let's check 'em out. Run. Sand's gonna be hot!" Knowing Peter would be right behind him, Brian made a short jump down to the sand and ran across its scorching surface toward the shoreline.

They got about thirty feet before realizing the sand was so hot they had no hope of reaching the water before their still-tender soles burned. Turning to look over his shoulder at Peter, Brian yelled, "Follow me!" and course-corrected sharply to the right.

Seconds later, two middle-aged men who'd been watching the two attractive, near-naked youths since they appeared on the boardwalk smiled up as the near six-foot-tall, college-bound athletes hopped up and down on the edge of their expansive beach blanket.

"Would you boys like a beer?" one asked, with a smile.

The boys did eventually make it to the water.

Before heading into the ocean, though, while lying out taking rays with their feet's saviors and new friends, Harry and Buster, they learned that earlier that day, it had not taken long for the Rehoboth Gay Network to spread the news that two hot, young, but clearly of legal age and most likely straight guys had moved into a beach house practically on Poodle Beach with their families. The regular beach crowd had been awaiting their debut.

That night, following an always terrific dinner at The Back Porch, the horny boys separated from their parents to explore town and the boardwalk arcades, but really to look for girls. That didn't accomplish much, except to keep them out very late. As they made their way home along the boardwalk just before midnight, talking and fucking around the way young guys do, not tired or eager to end the day, they dropped their bodies onto a bench near Queen St. and sat like unwitting prey. As had happened almost in the same place that afternoon, their arrival did not go unobserved.

Although the overhead lights were spaced far apart along the Rehoboth boardwalk, Charlie Phelps and Bill Dilks knew who the two young guys sitting on the bench near the end of Queen St. were the moment they stepped up from the sand at Prospect St. Odds were that they were both straight.

"Fuck, I've heard of Christmas in July," Charlie chuckled as he nudged his long-time friend and cruising buddy, "But on Memorial Day weekend?"

"Yes, indeed," replied Bill, lifting a hand to brush his long brown hair off his forehead as he and Charlie drew closer to the boys. "They certainly looked to be over eighteen on the beach today. If we're going to take them home with us, I want us to find some way to be sure of that before we do."

"Oh yeah, for sure. I want no irate parents," Charlie asserted.

By this time, the men were within ten feet of the seated boys.

"Damn, they sure are hot," Bill whispered.

"Yes, they are. I'll say hello and see where we go from there," Charlie whispered back.

Brian and Peter were hanging out, talking for what could have only been three or four minutes, when Peter, who happened to be looking in that direction, mentioned under his breath that two guys were approaching them from the end of the boardwalk at Prospect St., a short block away. As the images drew closer, it became clear the men appeared to be in their late mid-to-late thirties. Before the boys could discuss what to do if they stopped to talk, the men were there.

"Hey, what's up, guys? Great night, right?" One of the men, the taller of the two, with short blondish hair, greeted Brian and Peter cheerfully as they stopped opposite the boys, halfway across the wide boardwalk, not in their space or in a threatening position. His dark-haired companion nodded and smiled a greeting.

"It's okay, been sort of boring so far, though," Brian replied in a noncommittal but friendly tone.

"Nights can change," Bill injected, smiling.

"We saw you guys on the beach late this afternoon with Boogie Boards," Charlie noted. "Guess you discovered the best waves are early, before 2 p. m., even earlier. Gotta watch out for undertows, though."

"Thanks, forgot that. It's been a couple of years since we've been here," Peter replied, genuinely grateful for the tip.

"Are you brothers?" Bill asked.

"Best friends..." Peter announced.

"Besties..." Brian chirped.

The boys' talking over each other like that made everyone laugh.

"Okay! Got it! You're tight," Bill said, laughing as Charlie did the same. "How long has that been?"

Brian and Peter exchanged glances, then, while Brian looked up into Charlie's eyes, Peter said, "Dude, our moms are best friends. We were born a day apart eighteen years ago. We've never not been best friends."

Then, still looking up at Charlie, Brian added, "Guys, we're straight. We've been coming to Rehoboth with our folks since we were kids. We know what's up."

"Oh, yeah, what's that?" Charlie asked.

"You guys are hitting on us, man," Peter said, smiling, with no judgment or anger in his voice.

Charlie and Bill looked at each other and laughed as Brian and Peter also exchanged glances. Brian smiled slightly too, while Peter's look was a bit more questioning, but he still didn't look upset.

"Is that right?" Bill finally said.

"Yeah, for sure. Dudes, it's midnight. Why else would guys your age stop to talk to two young guys on the boardwalk near Poodle Beach? We're not fucking stupid," Brian explained, laughing.

"You don't sound upset by us doing that," Charlie replied. "By the way, I'm Charlie, and this is Bill."

"I'm Baseball and he's Lacrosse," Brian offered with a smile, making a quick decision about what to do about the names issue.

That caused Charlie and Bill to laugh.

"Jocks, huh?" Bill acknowledged, adding with a big smile, "Well, I'll admit, from what we saw on the beach this afternoon, you do look it. So, what if we are hitting on you?" he added.

"Dude, like I said, we're straight. We just didn't want to go home yet," Brian said. "And we've never done something like this before; talk to a couple of gay guys on the boardwalk. But shit, I told you we've been coming here for years. We know what goes on."

Then, turning to Peter for confirmation and to judge how shocked he was by hearing what Brian was about to say, he added, "But we're both horny. I don't know about my bestie here, but I'll let you suck my dick if that's what you want. Are you up for it, bro? If these guys want to give us head, you up on it?"

Peter might be a state championship-level jock, but he wasn't dumb; he'd caught that Brian hadn't used their names.

"Fuck, Baseball, I'm so horny I don't care right now who sucks my dick," he admitted, grinning at Brian and then up at Charlie and Bill.

Peter was surprising Brian a lot. He had expected more hesitation from his buddy.

As for Charlie and Bill, they were both smiling, and Charlie's fingers were already rolling his house keys around in his shorts pocket.

"But, if they're going to do that, it better be quick. We can't stay out all night or our folks will go ballistic," Peter added.

Without discussion, Brian paired up with Charlie, and Peter with Bill. As they walked the short distance to the house Charlie and Bill shared.

Charlie and Bill discovered something about the two hot, young, straight athletes when they got them home. Brian and Peter, who practically grew up in locker rooms, weren't a bit shy about getting naked in front of other guys, even if they were gay men. Looking at each other as the two eighteen-year-olds stood before them, each with his large, rapidly hardening, cut cock in his right hand, the friends both knew they had won the Lottery.

The next ten minutes or so almost replayed the night Brian and Peter lost their straight cherries on Becky's bed. The only difference was that this time, the muscular young athletes spent the entire time side by side on their backs on Charlie's queen-size bed. Most of the time, the boys had their eyes closed as the men, sensitive to the short amount of time available to them that night, devoted themselves to treating Brian's and Peter's rigid columns of circumcised young cock meat as if they were the tastiest creamsicles they'd ever licked and sucked on.

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Straight boys don't just strip down and offer their dicks up for gay guys to chow down on, at least not the night they meet. It usually takes a straight guy's cock getting addicted to the pleasures a man's mouth can provide before they begin calling and texting and even knocking on the door late at night after having a few too many beers.

Before Brian and Peter were bare ass naked side by side on Charlie's bed with eyes closed as their balls were being cuddled in the men's palms and their hard, already beginning to leak, not quite seven-inch dicks were being gently stroked as both men smiled at each other between placing little kisses along the bulging cum tubes running up the undersides of the young jocks really pretty young cocks, they had gasped and exchanged looks as Charlie and Bill stood before them in the dimly lit bedroom, feeling their hard cocks, bulging pecs and hard little nipples through their shorts and polo shirts.

Charlie wasn't sure how the young jocks would react to being felt up like that for what he was sure was the first time. Experience, and the little conversation they'd shared on the boardwalk, told him they probably wouldn't mind once he and Bill got their motors running.

Charlie was right. When he and Bill looked up, his fingers tightly clutching Brian's hard cock through his shorts as Bill's hand held onto Peter's big, hard cock through his, both boys were standing with their eyes closed and their muscular arms hanging passively at their sides. Smiling at Bill, Charlie slid his free hand gently up under the hem of Brian's polo, over his firm stomach to his right pec and tickled his hard little nipple with his fingertip. With a wink, Bill followed Charlie's lead, massaging Peter's hard-on as his other hand moved up under his shirt to tweak his also hardened tit.

Although nothing was said, neither man could imagine what could be more fun than introducing two incredible young guys like these, who were lifelong friends on the verge of manhood, to the amazing pleasures they could enjoy with a man, with each other, if they liked.

Brian and Peter remained silent and passive as Charlie and Bill undressed them and themselves. Peter did give Brian a questioning look when the men began to undress, but a slight, almost imperceptible shake of Brian's head allayed his concern.

Then it was too late. They were naked. They were always working overtime, churning out cum that needed to be drained nuts were pulled up between their slightly spread, strongly muscled legs. Their horny cocks were standing up at attention, eager to perform. With hard cocks in hand, gently stroking, Brian and Peter exuded sex yet looked so vulnerable. Each looked at the man before him questioningly. Hungrily yet wary. Straight boys desperate to have their cocks sucked. Each naked and eager, but still nervous.

Then the men were side by side on their knees before the side-by-side best friend straight boy jocks, their talented mouths engulfing the already leaking heads of the boys' always instantly ready to play 18-year-old cocks as their strong, experienced hands traveled slowly up the backs of the young athletes' muscular thighs to their firm, flexing young butts. As their lips began their first plunge down those tasty young shafts, Charlie and Bill wrapped their tongues around the boy's shafts and began to twirl them. The sensation of having their ultra-sensitive young dicks being professionally sucked and tongue-twirled for the first time snapped Brian's and Peter's hands from by their sides to tightly clutching their fellators' heads in lightspeed.

Then, suddenly, the warm, wonderful mouths were gone, and the boys' eyes flew open. Charlie and Bill were on their feet before the boys, grinning. They took the boys by their hard, wet cocks, and guided them down onto the nearby bed on their backs. The men were instantly between their thighs, spreading them, getting comfortable. Tongues were lapping at their balls. Sucking gently, taking them into warm, moist mouths.

Peter was the first to moan. He did so as Bill lifted and further spread his Lacrosse-built thighs and tilted his face to stretch his tongue under Peter's sack so he could lick its back side and tickle his taint. As Peter's face flew up to see what was making him feel so good, he was greeted to the sight of Bill's eyes looking up into his as his new gay friend's tongue left the back of his balls and licked up over his nuts to the base of his dick and began to nibble at it.

With Peter gasping, Bill lifted the jock's now totally rigid penis straight up in the air so they were looking into each other's eyes past it and began to kiss his way up its underside slowly. When Bill's lips reached the narrow band of Peter's circumcision scar, he stopped and, while keeping his lips pressed to the throbbing cock, grinned. Then, with Peter's eyes riveted on his own cock now, the tip of Bill's tongue slipped out between his lips and wiggled from side to side against the little nub of flesh on the underside of Peter's beautiful cock, just above that scar.

Peter went wild. As he was gasping and humping his cock against Bill's lips, and begging for him to stop but wanting him to never stop, the tip of the index finger of Bill's right hand began to trace and tickle the sensitive, smooth folds of Peter's tight little asshole. The tongue torture of his ultra-sensitive male clit combined with the previously unexperienced sensation of having his butthole teased drove the jockboy beyond any heights of sexual pleasure he thought possible.

As soon as Bill began munching on Peter's balls, Charlie began cleaning Brian's, too. Unlike Bill, who confined himself to treating Peter's taint as an appetizer to be enjoyed briefly, from the moment Charlie set eyes on Brian's board shorts hidden young ass on the beach that afternoon, he had hoped to pry apart its cheeks and sink his tongue way up inside it. Call him a pervert, he doesn't mind.

Charlie spread Brian's thighs and rolled him back on his shoulders just a little as his lips duplicated Bill's trip up Peter's pole, and his tongue teased and tenderized Brian's penile joy spot. When, like Peter, Brian was leaning up with his eyes open, moaning and gasping as loudly as Peter was beside him, Charlie left Brian's cock and dove down to his exposed asshole. Smiling up at Brian, he gave the jock's balls a kiss, then plunged his handsome face down into Brian's widely spread and nearly hairless crack and without preliminaries, thrust his wet, pointed tongue into the boy's pouting, flexing, little asshole.

Taking Charlie's lead, Bill spread Peter's legs wider and rolled his ass up. A few seconds later, the men were kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed, each holding a set of muscular thighs bent back by an arm thrown across their turned-up undersides as they each held a hard, leaking cock straight up alternating between licking and sucking on it, and kissing, licking, and tongue-fucking a tasty young straight asshole. Side by side on the bed, just as they were when they first got laid, Brian and Peter were moaning, grunting, and going fucking out of their minds, begging the men to let them cum.

Charlie and Bill exchanged glances and smiled, then Charlie nodded. Then, at the same time, both men dove onto the cock he held.

It didn't take long. Five or six plunges of their mouths down on those big, young, about-to-explode cocks, taking them deep into their throats, had both jocks up on their elbows with mouths and eyes wide open. It's amazing how potty-mouthed straight boys can get when having sex for the first time with a man. Such filth those straight, clean-cut jocks were talking between their gasps as Charlie and Bill taught them what orgasms were all about. Then Peter's hands were clutching Bill's head, and Brian let out a scream. Hot, thick wads of teenage cum exploded from both their cocks into the men's sucking mouths. Charlie and Bill just kept sucking as they swallowed something no girl the boys knew would ever have been able to do, and Baseball and Lacrosse kept pumping out their hot young cum. Wads of it shot down Charlie's and Bill's throats. Charlie opened his eyes. As bolt after bolt of Brian's hot jizz gushed down his gulping throat, he looked up at Brian, holding Bill's head, shuddering as he looked at his best friend's exploding dick shoved down Bill's throat.

As is often the case with straight guys, at least in the beginning, cleanup and departure were quick. The entire adventure, from meeting on the boardwalk at Poodle Beach to the boys' return to their bedroom, lasted about fifty-five minutes. Like when they got laid, Brian and Peter talked and laughed about their first gay BJs without embarrassment during the walk home and frequently in the coming days. As he drifted off to sleep that night, Brian thought about how he and Peter were going to talk their folks into letting them stay at the shore all summer. He knew convincing Peter would be no problem. Maybe they could find jobs.

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