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Subject: Boy-on-the-Rocks-01-Meeting-at-the-Beach (Gay-Adult Youth) Boy-on-the-Rocks-01-Meeting-at-the-Beach (Gay-Adult Youth)[G-AY (M/b, mast, oral, anal)] Boy on the Rocks Series by Mac Siccard for inquiries or comments, ail Copyright 2022, Mac Siccard, Unconditionally licensed to fty, conditional license for users of fty to download and print a reasonable number of copies for personal use only, not for public display or performance. Author retains all rights. This is my first ever attempt at writing a story for fty, this will fit nicely in the Gay-Adult Youth section, please feel free to send feedback, both positive and negative, as long as it is constructive, your input is welcome. I will not entertain flamers or trolls with no constructive intent. [DISCLAIMER] I hope to write several chapters to this story, as I submit this chapter, 1, chapter 2 is written and in editing, and chapter 3 is in rough draft. This story and all of it’s characters, regardless of similarity or resemblance to any individual(s), are the product of the author’s imagination, no actual person was harmed or affected in any way by the creation of this fictional story. While I may use my name as the main character in some or many of my stories, it does not imply I have committed any offenses or participated in such acts, it is simply an exercise in imagining myself in such fictional roles. For what it is worth, feel free to edit your name into the story in place of mine. If it not legal for you to read any works of this nature in the nation/state where you reside, please do not read this work. This work is intended for consumption by adults only, if you are under the age of 18, or the age of majority in your jurisdiction, and it is not legal for yo to read such work, please do not read this work. Please enjoy responsible and treat all the characters with the respect they deserve, especially any minors that might be part of the story, we are all people, not objects. Chapter 1, Meeting at the Beach I was sitting, leaning back on the rocks, my cock buried balls deep in this gorgeous blond haired blue eyed boy of twelve, his board shorts and boxer-briefs laid out on the rocks beside us, both basking in the afterglow of the amazing sex we just had, his ass still milking my man meat with every spasm of his now waning orgasm, myself milked dry after an intense orgasm of my own that sprayed the boys insides with so much of my juice it was now leaking out past his rose bud and dripping down my balls. My arms wrapped around him caressing the beautifully tanned skin of his abs and chest with my left hand, gently rubbing in the clear boy juice he had blown all over himself, sneaking the odd taste, bringing my fingers to my waiting mouth, while my right hand gently cupping his tight nuts sack, tenderly rolling his testicles around and caressing his now softening five inch boy erection, gently pulling back his foreskin and running a cum lubricated fingertip over his sensitive glans causing his sphincter to twitch around the base of my cock like a remotely controlled cock ring, heightening the pleasure for me in a way I could never imagine. So how did I find myself in this predicament you ask? I guess I better go back to the anadolu yakası escort beginning, maybe even a little before! My name is Mac, not Max, not Mackenzie, not Maxwell, just Mac, guess my parents weren’t all that creative, but it was unique enough! I’m a 28 year old guy, the product of a lower middle class household, mom and dad were both educated, but due to family circumstances, crazy aunts and ex-wives, never reached their full potential. Growing up, my parents moved from the big city of Hamilton Ontario here in Canada, to Winnipeg Manitoba for a short while, then some nearby small prairie town with a weird name, and lots of bible thumpers. I went to school with the local kids and made a friend in grade one, little did I know his older brother would become a mentor for me, he would eventually teach me all there was to know about boy sex, by the time I was six I could suck cock with the best, by nine I could handle man meat balls deep in my ass, and enjoy it, but that is for another story, or maybe even a series. When I was just 11 yeas old, the time I finally figured out I liked boys, my family moved back the big old “Golden Horseshoe” as they call the area, back to Hamilton Ontario, the town I was born but don’t ever remember living in! I loved it, we lived around the corner from a baseball park where youth leagues played every summer in the city’s youth baseball organization, attached to it was a ki8ds play park that I went to all the time, even though I was probably too old to play there, but being very small for my age, at 11 I looked 8 because of my size, nobody ever questioned it, one thing I did notice very quickly, was the size of the boys dicks who played baseball, even the young ones, only to learn years later that they wore athletic cups, “jock straps” something new to this country boy who never played sports, except for shinny on the outdoor rink. Oh I have so many stories about the bears, no, not the “Bad News Bears” from the old movies, the teams at the park were called the Mahoney Park Bears, as the park was the “Mahoney baseball diamonds”. The other thing I loved doing as a kid was going down to the beach on Lake Ontario, go get fish and chips from Hutches, and ice cream from Stoney Creek Dairy, back when they were beside confederation park. Then venture out onto the breakwaters that stuck far out into Lake Ontario from the beach, when you got to the end of them you could easily find nooks and crannies, sometimes even caves you could climb down into to sit on the sand under them, they were made up of large boulders, large broken up concrete pieces and a few man made concrete blocks like you find in larger retaining walls and as highway dividers. By the time you made it out to the end, even if you were visible from land, you were not much more than a speck, if you climbed down onto the recessed perches on the end, you could not be seen from land, if you managed to find one of the caves, even another person climbing out to the end would be hard pressed to find you. This was a good part of my life, one with many other stories that might interest you for the future, but for now, I’m going to jump a few more years ahead, ankara anal escort the year after I graduated from high school, I had a huge fight with my father, I had done some drugs, and they made me react in a way I wish I never, they took away my inhibitions, and I said things to my dad I never would have normally, I loved him dearly, he was disabled in a wheelchair from the time I was 13, he tried his best to be a good dad, but there was a lot he could not do with me or my older brother, and it left me feeling kind of alienated, mom, was OK, but I didn’t get along with her like I did with dad. Out of shame I packed a duffell bag and a backpack, emptied my money jar, and at 19 decided to stick out my thumb and get out of there, I had it in my head to go back to the area I grew up in, nearly half way across the continent, that too is a story for another time! It took nearly a week of hitchhiking to get to where I was going but I got there, found a job and lived in a tent for a month until I had enough to rent a room, lived there for another 6 months before I had saved up enough to buy a small 2 bedroom house. So many adventures in the house too, more stories for another series! Looks like I may become a prolific author! I eventually bought a van, not a full size van, but one it was very easy to live in, just me, my career eventually took me back to southern Ontario, I had got into photography, well, had been since I was ten as it was one of my dad’s passions, I moved in with my parents again after several years away from home, my new career took me all over north America, doing commercial photography, fashion photography, event photography, and my favorite, travel photography, by now I had upgraded to a nice rig, not obnoxious, a nice extended wheelbase delivery van with raised roof, diesel power and 4×4 drive, I could go almost anywhere, and could even use greasil for fuel making it cheap to run! This story finds me parked at the beach on Lake Ontario in Hamilton, by the old public bathrooms, now converted into the hutches restaurant since they had to move when confederation park built a small amusement park on the old hutches grounds when the lease came up for renewal. As my van was not an obvious camper van, but rather looked more like a workers van, I was rarely ever questioned when boon-docking, even overnight, being that Hutches served alcohol, I was common to see cars left in the parking lot overnight, they never turned the water off the outdoor beach showers, that actually had warmer water, and the public bathrooms that were still there were never locked, a perfect place to boon-dock if you didn’t make it obvious, it was also the perfect place to shoot inconspicuously from my van, capturing images of the most amazing cherubs, oh, did I tell you, I am a boy lover, not molester, not rapist, no, I will never force myself on a boy, and the last thing I want to do id hurt one. Oops, need to take a step back, the reason I’m here is because I am looking at becoming a adoptive parent, one of the reasons I moved beck, is me and my ex wife split, and her two sons, my step sons, stayed with her, I had raised them for several years, but when we split, that ankara anal yapan escort was the end, and no, nothing untoward happened between me and my sons, that was a big no go. I was in Hamilton, the city of my birth to continue the process of adopting a child. Back to my story! I had been there a couple days, and while there were uncountable cherubs there ranging from just 5 or 6, to angelic faced young and mid teens who you swore should be models. I did take notice the first day of one particular boy, he was about 11, maybe 12, sun bleached blond hair that was shoulder length, beautifully olive tanned skin with no tan lines visible, on his arms or shoulders, wearing white plaid boardies with blue and red stripes, and sandals, his legs were just as beautifully tanned as his back and chest, and he had naturally defined abs, the abs of a boy who kept active, not just hit the weights. His boardies were always sagging showing the brightly coloured band and material of the boxer briefs he wore, bright pink band and Hawaiian themed American Eagle one day, white band red Abercrombie “Good morning sir, sorry to bother you, your son said you would be right back to finish fixing his back” “no problem, what’s this about?” How I was hiding my fear and keeping my shit together I’ll never know… The male officer responded; “We had a report of a boy fitting your son;s description taking a pretty good spill on his bike on the way here, we were in the area so we thought we would check it out and make sure he was OK, we didn’t realize he had you here, sorry about that..” Before I could respond, the boy said; “it’s OK, it didn’t really hurt, just a little road rash, we just washed it out in the shower….” The female cop handed me the piece of cloth in her hand.. “I guess this is what is left of his T-shirt, we picked it up at the scene, I get why your son left it, but it is kind of littering..” “Sorry ma’am, I took it off and forgot to pick it back up, I just wanted to get here so he could look at it…” “it’s OK, kiddo, we understand, but you really should be wearing your helmet, the caller said you weren’t wearing one, your dad could get a fine if you aren’t wearing one…” The boy looked at me sheepishly… “I’m sorry, it gets hot, and sometimes I just forget…” She looked at me.. “no fine this time, please just be more careful, I’m sure you don’t want to see your boy hurt more seriously, please remind him next time..” I was starting to get worried, this is usually about the time the police start asking for ID and information to fill out their report…. “looks like you have everything under control here sir, son, you’re lucky your dad is here to take care of your back, have a good day both of you, enjoy your stay and if you have any problems, feel free to flag us down or give a call if it’s an emergency, we are by about every 2 hours during our day shift” the male officer said, and with that, the female officer gave me a smile, rubbed her hand on the boys head, and the two officers made their way back to their cruiser and drove off…. It was all I could do to grab another lawn lounger out of the van, flip it open, sit on it and lay back with my eyes closed…. End of Chapter 01 I hope everyone enjoyed my first foray into writing for fty, I am already working on chapter 2 and three of this series, and hope to add many more chapter than that. I also have many other ideas for both story series, and stand alone stories for the fty archive, stay tuned! Thank you for taking the time to read my work! Mac

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