No question. No question at all. He was calm, beautiful, too calm, too beautiful. He looked like one of those guys who smile so radiantly with perfect teeth in the best of the best fashion magazines. And he was lying there, just off to the side by the old sand dune fence near my back porch. His hips were on the tiniest of white cotton hand towels barely showing around his thin bottom. But, there he was anyway, just lying there, right there up close against the dunes fence, almost in a rut worn by water from passing storms long since gone. Bel Ami! Incredible, but there he was anyway asleep in the morning sun when I walked out on the back porch with a morning cup of coffee and noticed him.
The sea with its gently crashing surf was down far from where the fence he was lying beside ended. The white sand was piled higher between where he was sleeping and that sea and, as such, the sand had made a natural barrier to protect him from any passing notice of those early morning tourists who were now shuffling down the beach looking for that perfect sea shell washed in with last night's high tide. None of them could see him hidden there behind the small dune beside the beach cabin where I was. None of them could view his personal beauty in the same way I saw it that morning by simply looking down.
He was tan, but also close to naked. His lanky but developed smooth hairless body was nicely stretched out on his back. His eyes were closed to the morning sun. He was still sleeping. His hips were somehow on that tiny white cotton hand towel, but otherwise he was lying right on the sand and light brown dried dirt. He wore a pair of pure white socks. Not the athletic kind, just simple thin cotton, bright white socks. But the only thing else he had on, strangely enough, was a pair of nicely fitting, snug but not tight, pure white Jockey pouch briefs with the brand showing stamped outside along the top elastic band. Classic! And that pouch was well filled, very nicely used too! His hair was black, slightly long, and wavy. If it was not for the fact that he was thinner and more lithely defined, he could have been that same male model that pops out at you on the package selling those identical briefs for Jockey, the ones made out of Lycra Spandex and cotton stretch sold in fine department stores these days. That boy nicely needed the "stretch" components of his pouch too. You know the model on the package I am talking about here? The male's body is tan, hairless, and good looking with his one arm raised high above the ad photo and his other hand bend back behind his waist to show what he's got nicely hidden and protected. With just a little less weight on that attractive stud that sells those Jockey briefs to millions of men who want to look like that model, you'd have the identical picture of the boy lying down there now. Still, this particular boy lying down there could sell a few more million packages for sure!
In short, the boy lying there looked clean, very tailored and clean shaven, almost a handsome New England preppy from one of those old line families of wealth. He had that classical look that one would expect to find in a fine tennis club with him entertaining as a tennis pro, maybe for the ultra wealthy in The Hamptons or just some financier's college boy who wasted away his summer months at the Club while waiting to take his "rightful" place in the family firm after graduation. The boy lying down there had the looks to be either and, for sure, as either, dressed in briefs like he wore now, he would have had no trouble attracting attention either on or off the court, inside or outside the locker room, or even inside other places with lonely afternoon widows. He looked that good! He looked very good! He belonged in The Hamptons.
But he wasn't. He was lying here, right by the sand dune fence, just off beside my beach cabin.
Beside him were some clothes, the preppy Docker's type, khaki tailored slacks, a light green Polo, and deck shoes. Those clothes were spread out and neatly folded over a dark blue tote bag that seemed full of lots of things.
But he was just lying there sleeping. His briefs were not nearly snug enough to show much, but for sure the promise in the bulge was there. He was already fairly tan for the season. His stomach definition was slight but visible there also. And his tapered waist and slowly rising and falling chest as he breathed only made him more attractive. No, beautiful. Too beautiful, too nice. Still, he was simply asleep there.
On the other side of the tote there was also another man there. That man was sitting up, studying intensely the sand between his knees and the tote and facing toward the sleeping boy. His back was towards me. He was using a twig to make designs in the sand. By stark contrast to the boy lying in just his white Jockeys on that tiny hand towel, the man was overly dressed in black jeans and wearing a heavy black leather jacket. He had on a leather cap with some strange symbols on it and there was a heavy silver chain on his shoulder. He also wore heavy black leather biker boots that he'd dug into the sand as he toyed with the sand and the dirt between his feet. He was a Black man, much more than a few years older than the boy, but with very dark skin color, he almost looked Southern Sudanese. That man sat there drawing in that sand and occasional seemed to look at the white boy sleeping there. The man seemed to be thinking about something.
I had just stood there quietly observing the boy's youthful beauty and watching that man there beside and below my cabin's back porch. I had stood there quite awhile actually. My coffee was almost gone and what was not gone was now cold. Then my dog, large for his age, playfully nudged the screen door open and jumped up on my leg for some attention. The screen door banged shut behind him.
The Black man heard the noise, looked up and saw me. Our eyes met momentarily, but he didn't seem any to pleased to see me there. He'd been startled. My dog started barking loudly. The man looked quickly at the boy stirring from the same dog bark, but the man wasn't waiting. He jumped up and took off fast toward the street at the back of my cabin. I watched him jump on an old bike there by the street behind my house and then he disappeared down that street as fast as he could pedal that darn thing. He looked ridiculous dressed like that, but the man never looked back once he was on that bike that was far too small for him.
The boy, by contrast, simply stretched his body out slowly, pulled his hands up and behind his head to raise it a bit and then he, too, looked and saw I was standing there watching him. The boy, however, did not seem at all concerned about his near nudity nor about his being in just his underwear. Actually he did not seem concerned at all.
He smiled. He just smiled. Friendly light blue eyes, deep set in a chiseled, almost Eastern European looking face, looked up and smiled at me. His chest expanded. When he breathed in deeply, his pecs rose up. His stomach contracted at the same time making him look even more slim than he had earlier. Consciously or unconsciously he was displaying himself nicely. Still he just lay there, waking up slowly, and smiling at me.
I had the distinct feeling he'd continue to do that forever and that would have been fine with me, whoever he was; but after I put my hand down and stopped the dog's barking, I looked back and broke the morning silence.
"Good morning!" I spoke almost too softly. "Care for a cup of coffee? You been sleeping there long?"
The boy stretch his lanky frame out tall as if he'd been practicing this all his life and just smiled back beautifully. He yawned. Then he looked up again.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble, yes, I'd love one." He spoke slowly with an accent that gave away good breeding.
"No problem at all, come join me if you want, or if you're more comfortable down there, I'll bring a cup down."
He smiled and mouthed the words "Thank you."
I disappeared into the kitchen and poured a second cup for me and one for him. The milk and sugar were already on a small tray, so, picking it up and the two mugs of coffee, I pushed the screen door open with my right foot.
The boy was almost to the top of the steps where I had been standing looking at him. He had that tote bag over his shoulder and his clothing and deck shoes in his hands, the towel too. He had not bothered to dress at all. He just walked up those few steps in his briefs and came directly toward me.
At the top of the steps he sat down his tote at the side of the top step, then neatly folded and draped his Dockers and Polo over that same tote just as neatly as they had been before down by the fence, placed his deck shoes carefully beside them in line, then even more carefully, he shook out the small white hand towel, laid it out over the top of the bag, and took the final step up to the porch deck where I now stood waiting, coffee in hand. Not only had he not bothered to dress in any way, that was apparently the last thing on his mind and he had not intended to. Instead, he stood tall and smiling there in those pure white Jockey briefs with nothing else on but those thin cotton socks. He seemed comfortable like that and unconcerned no matter who might have walked out on the porch and seen him like that. His smile broadened beautiful as I moved even closer to hand him his mug of coffee.
"Black's just fine, thank you." He said, noticing the milk and sugar in my other hand, and he smiled again as he took the coffee from me. "Thank you kindly," he repeated himself. "It's real nice of you to offer me this."
He was as handsome and beautiful up close as he was from a distance stretched out there on the ground.
Then he leaned his butt back against the porch rail, took the mug of coffee in both hands, and raised it to his lips to sip its steaming contents. He seemed completely unaware of how blatantly this position again the porch rail displayed his tan, hairless, and very well formed half naked body. As he leaned back against that rail, his waist was thrust somewhat forward in a way that made his white briefs very noticeable. The way he leaned while he sipped that brew had the effect of stretching his endowment, shall we say, against the cotton fronts of his briefs just enough and in a way that made any guesses as to whether or not those briefs hid a fine and firm set of _c_o_c_k_ and balls superfluous. Obviously this young man was nicely well endowed in those private parts too, as in everything else. His _c_o_c_k_ was now becoming finely outlined against the right of his briefs just enough to prove superiority though not enough to be obscene. Attractive and enticing were the words that jumped into my mind. Those Jockey briefs on him were the kind that showed everything, yet showed nothing, all at the same time. The now briefs hugged his stretched waist and rose almost to his belly button. A small wisp of light hair traveled from it down disappearing under his Jockeys. That was all that touched or broke the white elastic line bearing the company stamp "Jockey" that hid everything else from any prying eyes between his defined and tight stomach to his equally tight, but not too muscular thighs and hairless legs. He leaned back tasting the coffee there like that, not less that a foot or two in front of me, close enough for me to reach out and touch him easily as he displayed all his youthful attractiveness as if this were the most usual thing in the world, even with a stranger looking him.
The boy reeked _s_e_x_ual confidence whoever he was. He had to be either strongly naïve about his _s_e_x_ual beauty or very exhibitionist. Maybe he was both? Either way, he was gorgeous and just standing there seeming unaware of his effect. Never mind. Bel Ami, boy!
"The coffee's w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l, thank you!" he said very genuinely and with sincerity. "I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
I looked him over and smiled. "No, glad you like it."
"Thank you. I really appreciate it." He reached over and touched my arm. "It's been a long time since anyone's offered me coffee first thing in the morning, believe me." He almost seemed to be laughing to himself.
He stretched and yawned again, really stretching tall this time on my porch, standing some on his tip toes, pulling it all out. This time his _c_o_c_k_ was even more noticeable and seemed at least somewhat erect, possibly even slightly growing? He paid no attention to anything and I tried not to notice.
But I did.
And he noticed me looking.
"Sorry," he said. "I hope you don't mind. I always wake up this way. Just who I am, I guess."
"Do you want to maybe put something on or just sit down around the table here?" I asked, a little concerned about neighbors or passers by seeing him standing there like that.
"Yes, I'd like that, if I may?" He replied, but he put nothing on. Instead he simply sat down and stretched his legs far out in front of him there. The young man was seemingly perfectly content in just his briefs in front of a stranger, and why not? He was close to perfection and he was at ease with the morning rays caressing his Adonis physique while he sipped coffee here. He made you want to reach out and touch him. And take him inside for a more intimate look.
"What were you doing sleeping down there?" I asked the obvious question instead.
"Oh, just recovering a bit and catching some winks in the morning rays" he almost reported routinely.
"And the guy, the Black man, who tore off down the street on the bike when he saw me?"
He yawned and sipped more coffee. "Never mind about him. I hit on some rather difficult misfortunes a week or so ago and lost a stupid bet. Got involved in a club auction because of it. You know, one of those things raising funds for AIDS charities when I had those misfortunes and ultimately I found myself involved more than I expected to be, but it's OK, really. I doubt he'll come back for me here, not with you here for sure."
"Not sure I'm really following, but don't feel you have to tell me anything you don't want to." I stirred my own milk-filled coffee thought I couldn't help but keep my eyes on him as he spoke. He shifted in his patio chair, non-consciously adjusting his basket as his long legs now stretched forward toward the sand dune fence he had been sleeping by.
"No, it's OK. I don't mind telling you. I'm not ashamed of anything I do. I lost a bet and was in an auction. He bid on me at the auction. One of those where we were all just in our underwear. He just kept bidding on me. When it got to the point where the top bidders above $200 got to come look us over closely for higher bids, he got carried away when he felt my briefs, and then he bid $1,500, even slipped a fifty down inside just for me." He broke into a big smile, toasting the air with his mug of coffee. "The other's stopped bidding for me, maybe they just didn't have it, and I was his for the holiday weekend. Simple. No complications. He's not what he looks like. He's a physician who likes to give good orders. We'd driven over and stopped here at the beach early this morning after we'd left the bar and I was to go with him, but he wanted to stay at the beach and see his 'holiday boy,' he called me, as the sun came up. So, we walked down the beach in the surf and watched it shimmer in the moonlight until we got up here in front of your place and he told me to strip down so he could feel my briefs again. It was a fair auction, he'd paid, and I'd agreed to it, so what the heck, I stripped down to them for him but only back down here out of the way," he pointed to the fence below the porch. "I did it for him, sure. That was the agreement at the auction. I needed to obey. I had to but I would have done it anyway. Wasn't a big deal. He felt me, what shall I say, much more personally than he had up on the stage and real good for sure, down there. Checking me out, seeing if I'd obey like I was suppose to, you know, like checking on the merchandise's value for his money," he smiled broadly at his own joke but he didn't stop.
"He wasn't disappointed, let's say. That's all. He'd get his money's worth. But we both thought this cabin was vacant or he'd have never stopped here and I'd have never stripped down there either -- well, maybe -- but I sure didn't know anyone was here. Honestly. I fell asleep, that's all. Always nice to have an admirer, you know what I mean? When I woke up, you were smiling down at me. Simple." He continued to speak softly but matter-of-factly.
"And you don't think he'll be back and want you to go with him for the weekend after that kind of a charity fee?"
"Really don't. Think you scared him. I doubt I'll ever see him again, but if he left here on a bike then it must have been your neighbor's kid's 'cause his maroon Caddy's parked down by the Pier. Maybe he'll come back for his weekend later, but I doubt it. I'd think he's in the big city by now, doors locked to boot."
He sipped more coffee, always politely smiling, stretching, then patted my dog.
"Especially with a dog this big here."
I smiled and offered him more coffee.
"Really like that," he replied.
By the time I returned and had poured him more from the still hot pot, he and my dog were friends. My dog's head was on his bare thigh as he petted him.
"What kind of an auction was it that you were suppose to be, if you don't mind my asking a bit more?" My curiosity came out.
"Nothing all that unusual, I guess. I mean, really," he looked at me very intensely and spurted it right out. "OK, I'll tell you. You seem OK enough. For the weekend I'm suppose to be his boy slave."
Caught by surprise on this one, I about coughed my coffee out as I looked at this kid in amazement! The boy didn't seem to be concerned at all now that he'd said it. In fact he kept talking!
"His little black doctor's bag had some pretty unusual stuff in there he showed me when we got in that Caddy. A couple of paddles, some straps, cuffs, and a mean looking, small whip-like thing he was planning to use on me when we got back to his place this morning. And he said something about a switch waiting there for a nice boy like me. Don't get me wrong, I already mentioned it was a bet I lost that got me in that auction, but," the boy smiled again but widely, "I'm not complaining. I'm not adverse to a little variety. Given the way my life's been going, who knows, might even been I could have used it."
I looked at this boy and tried to imagine this beautiful, close to flawless young man completely naked and strung up or bent over a horse in that Doc's basement. Prime meat for sure, I suspected, and I was sure this boy would look very good in that role too stretched out tightly; but a boy this attractive and appealing probably was better suited for more personal attention and discipline at least to start with . . . say with those fine white Jockey's he looked so good in down clumped around his white socks, or better yet off, and his bare bottom stretched out nicely over a man's lap for some detailed and good, firm fatherly attention for walking around half bare.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Just turned twenty." He replied. "Could I have some more coffee?"
"Sure, but eat some food too."
"Thank you kindly. I like that, if you don't mind. I've practically been up all night and I'm starved. How about I make us both some eggs if you have any?" he volunteered.
"Fine," I said and I meant it.
So the boy nonchalantly stood up and stretched out again with a big yawn. I just hoped none of the neighbors was up early and happened to be looking out their back window this morning for he genuinely seemed to have no concern at all about being almost naked in the morning light and moving around in just his white cotton Jockeys. His arms and back were well formed, developed but just the right amount of development. As he turned stretching, I got my first look at his white briefs from behind. His back and legs, upper thighs were pure tan, flawless, not a mark or imperfection visible anywhere. If he'd ever been disciplined, it certainly hadn't shown so far. So what was he doing in what sounded like a Slave Auction? Anyway his buns filled out his briefs very well in the back too. Those briefs were still perfectly bright white and clean. He must have laid down carefully on that white hand towel for no dirt or sand had gotten on them. It was as if he'd just taken them out of a clean bedroom drawer and pulled them up. They fit him snuggly in the rear clinging to his buns but only separating them slightly. Actually they fit just well enough to make you sure that under those briefs he was as attractive as he was everywhere else. Classic look. Classic boy. He stretched back and forth sideways, working off his morning doze. Just a very good looking guy in briefs and socks and clearly very comfortable that way. And, he was standing on my back porch!
He came right into the kitchen like that too. And when I pointed to the pots and pans, he perked up and made us both some bacon and eggs and seemed to enjoy doing so. Took him awhile. I turned on some music and sat there at the kitchen table watching him. Finally he sat down but really he ate next to nothing. In everything as he spoke, he was polite to the level I hadn't encountered in years. I sat there listening and eating a bit myself as I tried to figure out why I was sitting there at my breakfast table with this nearly naked boy right across the table talking like he'd known me forever.
"Would you mind if I stayed here awhile with you this morning?" he asked, almost cautiously. His big eyes melted me for sure.
"If you'd like to, but don't you have things to do?" I asked.
"Not really," he replied. "But honestly I think I'd prefer to be here than out there where the guy from the auction might run into me. I mean just in case. OK, I mean I know I should go fulfill it for the weekend and all because I agreed to it and I just should. I hope you don't feel poorly of me, but I guess I'm not so sure whips and chains from the Doc are what I really expected, if you know what I mean. The switch he said he had for my ass kind'a bothered me. He said I was going to get it this morning. I think he was serious too."
I smiled. He looked at me with those big beautiful eyes. Those eyes could have melted icebergs. He seemed so naïve, young, but in some ways so trusting, and certainly beautiful. The Doc had taken off and left a real beauty behind!
"On the other hand, I guess I deserve something and should do something for the amount of money he paid. I sure am not adverse to serving out my time here if you'll have me kindly?"
As he spoke he had come around the table and was standing just in front of me. Once again he was so close for the touch. I could have easily reached out and in a flash have pulled his briefs down to see what was really under there. But somehow not now, not with this boy. Not this way.
Instead I stood up and got some more coffee.
"Serving your time?" I kidded him instead.
"Well, maybe not time," he said. "But I can't really go back to the city this early just in case. How about you?"
"Not many whips and chains around here, I'm afraid," I toyed with him.
"Maybe not," he replied and looked down at me where I was back sitting again, "but there's always your hand. After all," he said smiling, "I am a boy."
Too much for me. Far, far too much. I just stood up and hugged him myself and soon we were both laughing. My hand was quickly flat on his Jockeys. His ass felt firm and tight to my liking and he certainly made no hint of moving back as I felt and patted his ass a bit. In fact he moved closer and hugged me even more tightly.
"I'd like to stay here awhile," he repeated.
"So, what's your name, my boy?" I asked as let my hand fall down and broke away from his hug.
"Julian, Sir." he replied.
"Nice to meet you, Julian," I said.
"The pleasure, I'm sure, is all mine." He laughed and hugged me again tightly. We both started laughing.
I was sure the pleasure might not be all his, but I let it slide.
"What's your full name, Julian?"
He quickly enunciated it all out carefully and very clearly. "Julian S_____ S______, Jr., I'm afraid."
"Really?"
"Just a minute." He seemed in an almost playful mode as he broke away and went back outside and dug in a pocket of his tote and then returned with a very expensive looking fine leather wallet that contained cash and credit cards. He fumbled through it all and pulled something out.
What he handed me was his driver's license and on that license that was, in fact, his full name.
"See, I told you." He laughed at me.
I handed it back to him, "My apologies, Julian. I didn't really mean to interrogate you."
"No, no, you have a right to know who's been sleeping outside your place, especially outside a place like this." He looked around. "This is nice."
"Well, then where's your car?" What the Hell. No reason not to let him hang around that I could think of. He certainly wasn't threatening in any way.
"Back at my place in the city. Remember I said I lost a bet. OK, I'll level with you. That guy I lost to drove me to the auction and he knows I'm gone for the whole holiday. He was there last night, remember I told you that? At the auction, I mean. You should have seen the look on his face when the Doctor put up that kind of cash for me! It was marvelous! I think he was waiting to bid and take me at the last minute. But the bid closed when the Doctor handed over the cash. Then that Doctor came up to me and put cuffs on me while everybody clapped and yelled and then in front of everyone and with everyone looking at me he turned me and slapped my ass suddenly and hard, wow," he was almost laughing and talking in a very animated way, but he just kept talking and adding details to what he'd briefly told me earlier.
"Surprised me for sure. I yelled. Jumped too, but just from the surprise of his cracking my ass like that. Didn't hurt me too much. Just stung a little, but he did it to me in front of everybody! Everyone was yelling for more, more, yelling 'take it off' and stuff like that and clapping and all. It was wild! But, the Doc just grabbed me hard on my ass and pushed me off the stage none too gently and told me to get my stuff 'cause we were getting out of there and I was going with him. Everybody was looking! I'm sure the guy, ah, my friend, who brought me there, the one I lost the bet too, was more than a little worried about what I'd gotten into. I really think he wanted me in a position where I'd have had to obey him this weekend, think that was his plan, he really wanted me; but the look on his face when the Doc cracked my ass! I mean the Doc by that time has a small strap from his belt in his hand too and he looks at me mean enough to make me sure he knows how to use it too and might in front of everyone if I didn't get moving, so I moved for sure and fast. Everyone could see him swinging it down against his jeans and cracking it as he pushed my ass off the stage. Hearing it too. Wow! That part was hot! I mean everybody looking and watching and seeing what I was going to get as soon as he got me home. For sure they were all drooling knowing that guy was not going to let me keep my briefs on either! Everybody knew I was going to get it and they kept hooting and yelling at all as he pushed me off the stage and all. I hope that guy's real worried too about what I got into because of our bet. I mean he'd have to know by this time this morning I'd have had my bare ass whipped good and hard and be serving on my knees or be chained in some dungeon somewhere. Wonder how I'd have handled that? I mean if he had really used a switch on my ass and all? He'd have done it to me I'm sure. And I'd have had to take it too. Whatever he wanted. That was the agreement in that auction. I've never been in . OK, I'm not sure about the real thing. Hot to think about it. Wow! I mean if it had really happened and he'd whipped me."
He continued, "Anyway, it didn't. Toast good fortune! I didn't get my ass whipped! Cheers! Still, funny, instead getting my ass whipped this morning, well, I'm here having coffee with you in a nice place at the beach. Glad you looked out and startled him this morning. Life's strange for sure."
But he still continued, "Anyway last night I just played it cool in front of everyone at the auction but I was scared when he cuffed me and I'll admit it. I've never had that before. Then when we got back stage, he uncuffed me and I was fine so I got my stuff and left with him. He was real concerned about someone seeing me in his big Caddy though. We drove down and he parked by the Pier and that's when he showed me his black bag and told me about the switch he had for me back at his place that he was going to whip me with and all this morning. That's when I started to get really concerned, but I'd agreed to the auction and he'd played by the rules and paid the charity. I'm the kind off guy that when I start something, I finish it. Still, the switch back at his place?"
He looked at me and even though he was still animated, he almost looked too young and maybe a little sad. But he kept talking about it as I sat there listening.
"I just told him I could handle anything he could dish out, but then I regretted I'd said that. But I had to be cool and I had to go through with it. That's when he said he wanted to walk up the beach with me to the dunes beyond your place here. I was real happy to get out of the car and do that for sure. He talked a lot while we walked about what I was going to do as his boy slave and how I'd better obey him and all cause he knew how to use the strap and was planning to teach me to love it and all. He was cracking that strap against his leg as we walked so I knew what he meant for sure. I just kept saying things like sure I knew how to be a good boy and acting like it was no big deal. When we got up to these dunes was when he said he didn't believe I was a 'good boy' and said he wanted to see me obey and told me to strip down to my briefs, cause he said maybe if I wasn't a real 'good boy' I'd get a taste of it right here. But we were down by the surf and with the moon out it was pretty light out. I said I didn't want to do it there and he just flew at me with that strap and hit the seat of my pants with it pretty hard but it didn't hurt or anything, at least not too much. Then he told me to get down there near the fence behind your place and take them off. Guess I was lucky I came down this side of the fence where you found us?"
I said nothing. He continued.
"Anyway I walked down there fast because I didn't want to get it again with his strap so I was pealing off my shirt while I was almost running and telling him I'd be a good boy for him and was obeying him so he was happy. Down back of your house it seemed OK, not too much sand and all and out of view, so I sat my tote down that I always keep with me and stripped down quickly. He got REALLY into feeling me and all like was his right, but he didn't want me to go further than my underwear so that was OK but he went under my briefs with his hands and really checked out my _c_o_c_k_ and ass this time. I know he was happy with me, I mean with what he found and all under my briefs because he kept talking about the switch I was going to get across my ass this morning when we got back to his place and all and how I'd be serving him the weekend and getting paddlings and all. He even fingered me hard and rough, right up in me. Guess it might have been with him being a doctor and knowing how, but he liked me I know that much. I just kept trying to get into it with him and say things like 'yea, I needed it, I need a man like you' and that stuff and all so he wouldn't hit me with that strap, but I'll admit some of it was hot too, especially being outside and all.
"I was tired though and so was he. Finally he told me I could sit down and rest a bit but I couldn't get dressed or anything because he wanted to see me in my briefs at dawn before he took me home for my whipping. I was scared, but anyway, I had to go through with it, so I spread the only towel I had in my tote and sat down on it. I don't know if he slept or not, but I did I was so tired."
He paused a fair while as if thinking.
"Next thing I knew I was waking up and the Doc was taking off down the street without me. I saw you standing right there smiling and here I end up sharing breakfast with you. Sure beats getting my ass whipped right about now in the city and the rest of it all weekend too," he laughed and gave me his version of a preppy 'high five'.
"I think I could have handled it though."
He looked at me. This time I was shaking my head openly and almost laughing.
"OK, well maybe I couldn't have." He started laughing too. "Guess I got in over my head."
He seemed genuine. He certainly was good looking and finely built. This time I laughed and marveled at what I had found right here with me.
"Do you mind if I stay awhile? I really would like to.'
"No, I don't mind at all. Please, make yourself at home, my boy."
Good Lord! Did I "mind"???? You've got to be kidding!
Without my saying anything at all about it, he took over and put things away from breakfast and cleaned the dishes. I went into the front room to work a little bit and when I came back and went back outside on the porch, there he was. He had taken that tiny white hand towel and was again lying on it after carefully placing it under his briefs off on one side of the porch in the sun. His eyes were shut, but I knew he knew I was there. His briefs seemed fuller now the way he was lying there enjoying the sun.
The more he had told me, the more I just hoped the boy was right and the Doc wasn't going to show up on my doorstep after him. That I didn't need.
I sat there reading the morning paper. For sure I passed a pleasant morning with this boy lying there still in his briefs along side me on the porch. I suggested he use a chase lounge, but he only replied that he preferred the porch floor. Something about good for the posture. He had that right! The boy was beautiful in the seductive golden sunlight there as the morning wore on.
I looked at him and couldn't imagine it was for real! A beautiful boy, just turning 20, who'd auctioned himself as a slave last night for his obviously free and unencumbered weekend because of a bet with some other guy? Got to be more to it. An obviously upper class boy who's clothing and that wallet didn't look like he was lacking in any way. Where did he get his manners and attractive politeness? I wondered if his Dad knew? Wondered what the bet was and why? Must be more to it. There had to be!
Still I kept looking at him. A boy with a beautiful, flawless body that he obviously enjoyed showing openly in his nice white briefs. A boy who'd already told me:
"I'm not adverse to a little variety. Given the way my life's been going, who knows, might even been I could have used it."
A boy who sounds like he was a bit intrigued yet scared off with the whips and chains of the Doc, but who also clearly said ". . . but there's always your hand."
My hand? Was that a hint he wanted it? Did he understand what it was like to be around a man who didn't hesitate to use it? Was he looking for penitence or something like that for something? Did he understand a hand could bring comfort, but also guidance and pain? On the other hand, he hadn't flinched in any way when he'd hugged me and I had placed my hand on his thinly cotton-covered buns. If anything, he'd come even closer. Maybe he was running from something or someone even? He'd mentioned 'hard times.'
I looked down at him dozing there -- ". . .hard time?" How hard could they possibly be for a boy who looked that good?
". . . but there's always your hand." His words kept coming back. Is that what he wanted?
". . . I could have handled his hand, I think. . ."
The day looked brighter and brighter and it was a holiday weekend for me too, I reminded myself as I watched him sleeping and watched his chest rise and fall as he was breathing. His briefs still fit him snuggly. His basket still showed promise off to his right thigh. He was obviously gorgeous and surely would be just as gorgeous with those briefs up as with those briefs taken down slowly . . . and finally off.
". . . but there's always your hand."
I didn't have a problem with that!
He was sleeping now. He'd said he'd been up almost all night long. I found him a pillow and pushed it under his head. He jogged his head up a bit as I was sliding the pillow under it, seemed to smile, then brushed my hand gently with his and rolled over on his far side to fall back to sleep. He'd turned his bottom toward me. His briefs hid what had to have been a fine bare bottom under that thin layer of cotton.
Why not let him stay here until they too came down?
And all the way off.
I didn't have any whips and chains lying around anywhere. Didn't even have a decent belt for a strap to use on this holiday weekend auction "boy slave."
But what he didn't know was that I did happen to have a paddle upstairs. And my hand could certainly be put to good use on tight bare buns like his.
". . . but there's always your hand."
Yes, and there are also switches close by for the picking behind up in the dunes and I knew how to use them.
Whoever he really was, he wanted to stay for awhile. OK, I'll let him.
Then, we'll just see.
And maybe I'd put in a call to Bel Ami myself. He certainly met, if not exceeded, all their standards! This boy would make a fortune in one of their glossy layouts in certain fine bookstores these days.
[ to be continued . . . ]