End of Summer

by Andrew Stone

It's the end of summer.  Every year my friends and I rent a summer-share on the beach.  By this time they're long gone.  My job is a lot more flexible than most and I enjoy the three to four days to unwind after weeks of partying and much alcohol consumption.  
  
The sun is setting and there is a strong wind off the ocean.  I throw on my zipper front, hooded sweat shirt that I cut the sleeves off and grab my pack of cigarettes.  I don't bother with footwear.  I like to walk barefoot.  Hell, I've spent this vacation shoeless and shirtless, giving me a nice deep tan that should last for a while.  I'm not shy.  I'm built like a football player but my fondness for beer has given me a slight belly.  I'm an active person, into swimming, rock-climbing, jiu-jitsu, yang-style tai chi and roller-blading; all that keeps me in shape with big arms and broad shoulders.  I'm hairy, not furry though, and I refuse to have it removed.  I like looking like a man and to me a man has body hair.
  
I walk along the shore for a while until I'm out of sight of the beach house and reach the rocky part of the beach.  I climb over them with practiced ease.  I'm agile despite my size.  On the other side are more secluded beach areas in coves.  
  
I get there and stand there for a while with my feet in the surf.  There is a swimmer in the water.  He sees me and starts to swim in.  I watch him as he gets closer.  He stands up and starts to walk in and I get a good look at him.  He's older than me.  He's hair is gray and balding and he has a gray beard.  He's shorter than me but bigger than I am.  His big belly covered in gray hair jiggles as he walks.  
  
"Hi," he calls out to me, "I hope you aren't here to report me."
  
The beaches here are private.  "I don't care,” I answer back to him.
  
"Thank goodness," he replies, "I'm Doug."  He extends his big hand to me.
  
I shake his hand, "My name is Andrew."
  
"Hello Andrew, are you from around here?"
  
"Mostly,” I answer.
  
"I'm from san Diego.  I started to explore genealogy and discovered some of my ancestors helped found this state.  I flew out here to explore.  I was driving around and spotted this beach.  I know the sign says it's private but I decided I needed a dip.  So I changed into my swimming trunks and climbed down to the beach.  It was an adventure."
  
This guy likes to talk, I think to myself, but I enjoy the view.  He's hot for an old guy.
  
"Can you hang out a bit with me?"  He asks me, "Until I dry off.  Just in case some other member walks by and decides to report me."
  
I agree and we sit up on a big rock and shoot shit for a bit.  I decide I need a smoke and pull out my pack from my pocket.
  
"You don't strike me as a smoker,” Doug tells me.  I open them up and show him the marijuana joints inside.  "Oh my stars and garters, I haven't seen one since my college days in the sixties."
  
"Consider it an adventure," I tell him.
  
I light one up and take a few hits than pass it to Doug.  He hesitates at first but than takes a few hits.  We pass back and forth for a while and Doug starts to giggle.  He's already high.
  
"This is great stuff!"
  
"Nothing is better than kind bud," I tell him.
  
"I love your tattoo," he says as he traces them over with his finger on my upper arm.  I don't mind.
  
"I got it in New Zealand."  It's a Maori tribal pattern.
  
"You were in New Zealand?"
  
"I was for a rock-climbing trip."
  
"You rock-climb?"
  
"Yah!"
  
"That explains the big arms.  That tattoo looks good on your big arm.  It wouldn't look good on my thin arms"
  
"Where did you get your tattoo?"  I noticed the faded anchor buried under the gray hair of his forearm.
  
"In the navy, I served for a few years.  I got this instead of the eagle across the chest.  I chickened out."
  
We pass the joint back and forth for a bit longer as the sun starts to set.
  
Doug starts to giggle again, “this stuff works better than viagra," he says as he looks down at his crotch.  I look over and look too.  Doug has a pretty impressive boner that is running up the side of his leg and almost exposing itself out of his old-fashion swimming trunks.
  
Doug starts to blush.  "Don't worry about it, dude, happens to every guy now and then."
  
"I can't drive," he tells me, "I am stoned."
  
"That's okay; you can crash at the beach house for a while until you feel better."
  
He nods and we begin to walk back.  He takes a moment to adjust his boner and I see a flash of it.  It's impressive for an old guy.  It takes longer than it should.  He's stumbling a little and has to take time outs to adjust his boner a few times.  The tip of the head is almost showing at the waistband.   We finally get to the house.
  
"There is a shower through the kitchen with a lot of towels.  Give me your keys and I'll get your car before it gets towed and I'll bring you some clothes to change into."  
  
"Thank you so much, Andrew."  He fishes around the inseam pocket for the key and hands it to me.  He flashes his penis again.  "Sorry," he tells me.
  
"Don't worry about it, nothing I haven't seen before."
  
"Thank you so much, Andrew."
  
"Don't sweat it; Just go take a nice cold shower."
  
I leave and walk down the street for a good twenty minutes until I find a car parked on the sidewalk.  I try the key and it opens.  I hop in and look around.  There are maps everywhere in the front seat and the back has three suitcases of clothes.  I drive back to the beach house.  I grab some worn khaki pants from the back seat and skip over the idea of a shirt.  He won't need one and I won’t be wearing one.
  
I walk into the house.  Doug has crashed on the couch still wearing his swimming trunks and still sporting a big boner.  
  
"What happened?"  I asked him as I unzipped my sweatshirt and took it off.
  
I can see him checking me out, "I'm sorry, Andrew.  I meant to take my shower but I sat here for a bit than I guessed I zoned out for a bit."
  
"That's okay."  I walk over to the fridge and grab two beers then walk over and sit next to him on the couch and hand him a beer.
  
"You didn't bring in a shirt for me, Andrew."
  
"It's still summer," I tell him, "You won't need one."
  
We both take multiple swigs of beer and he keeps looking at my chest.  "Did that hurt?"
  
Both of nipples are pierced with silver rings.  "Nope,” I answered him.
  
“I always wondered how that felt,” he says while subconsciously touching his own nipple.
  
"It's great," I tell him, "It makes my nipes extremely sensitive, fun to play with, you know."
  
"That sounds great."
  
"You can touch one," he hesitates for a second, “go ahead, to see how it feels."  He reaches over with a hand and tugs on it.  I smile with the pleasure.
  
"It looks great on you," he says, "I don't know about me though."
  
I reach over and pinch his nipple.  I give a little tug too. This surprises him and gives him a little jump.   He smiles and beads of sweat form on his forehead.  "You have great pecs,” I tell him, "and your nipples will really enjoy it."
  
He smiles and I notice the head of his boner extend more out of his waistband.  He blushes more.
  
"These swimming trunks of yours are a little tight."
  
He nods, "they're from when I was a little slimmer."
  
"I brought your pants.  Why not change into something more comfortable?"
  
He looks over his belly at his exposed parts and nods.  He takes a swig of beer and gets up and grabs his pants and starts to head to the bathroom.
  
"You can change here.  It's nothing I haven't seen before."
  
He thinks about for a second and blushes some more.
  
"Go ahead," I tell him, "no need to be shy.  It's just us guys."
  
He thinks about it for a moment again then pulls off his swimming trunks.  I admire the view, Doug must've been in great shape when he was younger and his balls are huge, covered in gray hair, and hanging low.  He reaches over for his pants.
  
"It's a shame to waste a boner like that," I tell him and he stops and looks at me, "if you want to jerk it off, its okay with me."
  
"I'm a little shy."
  
"I'll join you;” I unbutton my cargo shorts and unzip them.  They fall to the floor when I stand up.  I haven't worn underwear either all vacation.  Doug checks me out from head to other head.  I was starting to get hard watching the old man.  
  
"We can jerk off or we can switch hit if you want,” A drop of his pre-cum falls from his swollen shaft to the floor at the sound of that idea.
  
"I haven't been with a man since the 60's."
  
"Then you are long overdue," I tell him as a walk over to Doug and cup his balls.
  
"Oh my stars and garters," he exclaims and takes a gasp but he doesn't say no.
  
I message his balls and pull him closer to me.  His hands go for nipple rings and he starts to play with them.  I start to get a boner.
  
"I really have to get me some," he tells me.
  
"They are great to have."
  
He pulls them so I'm closer to him then kisses me.  He lets goes and puts his arms around me and kisses me more.  The old guy is a great kisser.  Our tongues wrestle in each other's mouths for a while.  He's grinding into me.  I can feel the heat of his cock against my leg.  I push him back and drop to me knees and start licking his balls.  Doug starts to groan louder and louder.  Before I can stop he gives out a loud grunt and his body shudders.  He shoots his load over my shoulder.  After the third shot, the cum drips down my back, hot and burning.
  
"I'm sorry!  I'm so sorry, Andrew.  It's just been so long since I've been with another man."
  
"It's okay," I tell him, "the night is still young."  He grins and starts to drop to his knees.  I stop him by grabbing him by the armpits.  He looks at me confused.  "I told you the night is still young, Doug."
  
I grab his hand and guide him to a bedroom.  We embrace in front of the bed and kiss for a while.  I shove him on to the bed then fall on top of him.  I love guys shorter than me.  We kiss long, sloppy wet kisses.  I start to kiss down the side of his neck and lick the sweat off of his chest hair.  I find a nipple and start to suck on it and biting it.
  
Doug is moaning with pleasure.  "I haven't been with since the 60's"  
  
"Why is that?"  I stop for a moment to ask.
  
"I joined the navy then I got married."
  
"You we're married."
  
"Yes, it was a different time back then."
  
I switch to his other nipple and suck that one.  He moans and plays with my shoulder length brown hair.  "I've so missed being with a man."  I bite down on the nipple hard and he yells. I move back up to face him and we look into each other's eyes.  He smiles and we start to kiss again and I let him flip me over.  He tugs on my nipple rings and kisses me down my chest, to my belly and starts to lick my balls.  It feels good the way his beards rubs my sack.  He looks at my cock, "It's been a while since I sucked one of these and yours is so big."
  
It's not that big, it's about average.  Doug wasn't joking about not having much experience.  He starts to suck on it.  His technique isn't that good.  I place my hand on the back of his head to guide him. Getting your cock sucked always feels good.  I sit up after a while and pull his head away.
  
He looks at me confused, "I didn't make you cum."
  
"I know.  I'm saving it for your ass."
  
He looks worried, "I've never done that, Andrew.  I've never got fucked up the ass."
  
"Don't sweat it, Doug.  You'll like it."  
  
I push him back onto his back and we kiss again.  I work my way down to his sack and lick the sweat off of them.  He starts groaning more and more and his cock is erect again.  I slow down and wait for him to calm down.  I wrap my lips around the head of penis and circle my tongue around it.  He moans and I look up and see him playing with his own nipples.  I love the sight of a man playing with himself like that.   I feel for asshole with my ring finger and start to tickle it, pushing deeper and deeper. Doug groans and grabs the bed.  I look up at him but keep pushing in deeper.  He's covered in sweat and quivering.
  
"If you shoot early again, I'm going to fuck you bareback."
  
He shakes his head no as I add another finger to his tight hole and push deeper.  He arches his back with pleasure.
  
"Breath,” I tell him.
  
His cock is more swollen than before.  There is a lot of pre-cum running out of it and covering his balls.  He looks down at his manhood and smiles then he looks at me with the same smile. I push my fingers deeper and find his prostate.  Old guys really have bigger prostates.  I tickle it and his head snaps back and he lets a growl.  I stop for a second.  
  
"That's incredible!"
  
"Glad you liked it!"
  
"One time, in my doctor's office, he did an exam and I got hard, He thought he felt something so he kept rubbing.  I shot a load right there."
  
"You came in your doctor's office?"
  
"He said it was natural and that was the best action I had in years."
  
I massage it again and he roars, "until know, right?"
  
Oh yes, my Andrew!"
  
I slow rub a circle in it over and over and over again.  His moans build in intensity.  I could stop but he's enjoying it way to much.  I speed up and he shoots his semen four feet into the air.  He keeps shooting and shooting and covers himself in cum.  Doug relaxes and almost melts into the bed.  
  
He catches his breath, "I am so sorry again, Andrew."
  
Don't worry about it."
  
I lie on top of him and feel the cum smear between our chests and guts.  I pin his hands above his head with my hands and we kiss again.  Doug is a really great kisser.  I keep his hands pinned and slide my knees up to armpits and sit on his chest.  I lean forward and tease his lips with my cock.  He flicks his tongue out to lick it.  We play like this for a while as I slowly work my cock into his mouth.  I lean more forward and start to fuck his face.  He keeps up for a good while than I feel him gag.  I pull out and look at him.  He smiles.  I lean forward again for him to lick the juice of my head.  My cock is hard and I want his ass.  I get off him and reach for a condom and some lube.
  
"I thought you were going to do me bareback?"
  
"I was joking."
  
"You can do it if you want."
  
"I just met you."
  
"I'm clean, are you?"
  
"Yes, but it's easier for you.  It's your first time.  You won't be able to tell the difference anyways."
  
He nods and turns around on his hand and knees with his ass in the air.
  
"Roll over on to your back.  I want see your face when I fuck you."
  
He complies.  I lube up my fingers and start to work his ass.  Doug starts to moan again when I find his prostate.  I slip on the rubber and lift his legs on to my shoulders.  I lean forward until my penis reaches his hole.
  
"I need you to relax, Doug."  He has a mixed look of worry and anticipation on his face.  "Just breathe and relax.  I won't hurt you."
  
"I know, Andrew."
  
I push into the hole slowly.  He squints and groans.  I push more and his grits his teeth.  My head slips into his ass,
  
"Are you okay?"  He nods.  "That's as bad as it gets."  He nods again.  
  
I slowly push all the way in until I feel his ass against my hips.  I start to pump slowly.  His ass is nice and tight. I pump faster and faster.  We both are groaning now.  I lean forward and can feel his cock growing hard again between us.  He reaches up and grabs my nipple rings and starts to twist them.  It feels good.  I pump faster and faster than pump in deep and stops.  Doug lets out a howl.  I start up again.  His legs slip from my shoulders to around my hips.  I lean forward and kiss him.  We stop for a breath before I push him up on his shoulders and starts to fuck him again, deeper and faster.  My sweat is dripping off of me on to him and I smell his sweat in the air.  It makes me harder.  I feel him shoot his third load between us and his hole tightens. I keep fucking his ass and I shoot.  I moan and groan and my body quakes as I orgasm.  I groan and roar as my cock throbs in Doug's ass.
  
I drop onto him and he wraps his arms around me and we rest for bit.  Doug has fallen asleep and starts to snore.  Sleep sounds like a good idea and I join him.
  
I wake up and it's in the morning; that was a long nap.  I climb out of bed and I look at Doug lying there naked covered in sweat and cum and still sleeping.  I walk out and grab a beer and wrap a towel around my waist and sit on the deck drinking.  A little later Doug joins me, still naked.
  
"Hey!"
  
"That was incredible, Andrew, " he interrupts me.  It’s three in the morning and the end of summer.  There is no one else out.  I switch off the deck light just in case.
  
He walks up to and we embrace, "that was so incredible."
  
"How does your ass feel?"
  
"It hurts but in a good way."
  
"That's good," I drop off my towel, "let's go swimming in one of the coves."
  
We run naked under the moonlight and climb over the rocks to the beach cove where we first met.  We swam for a bit than made out in the surf just like in that old movie.  I flipped him over and he got up on his hands and knees, I fucked him bareback right there just like how he was begging for. I fucked him long and hard.  I could feel his blood on my cock and his howls of ecstasy almost drew some unwanted attention. I helped him run back to the beach house.  Doug hung out at the beach house for three days.  It was a great way to end the summer.