Ry and Sly Stories
We could both feel our petting and kissing was rising to a point that we weren't going to be able to control ourselves much longer. Sly suggested we put our things back on and take a walk outdoors. I was in complete accord with this, knowing that I was going to end up with a mess in my underwear if we didn't do something different. Sly led me to the the set of French doors that led onto their decking. Before opening the door he gave me a bit of an evil grin and wrapped a scarf around my eyes, as a form of a blindfold. “I want this to be a surprise” he whispered, kissing me on my cheek. With this he grabbed my hand and led me out onto the deck. “There's a deck chair behind you, Ry. Sit down, baby.” I did as I was instructed and Sly began removing my shoes and socks. “What are you doing?” “Shh...” he replied, “you'll see.” Placing his hand in my own he urged me to my feet.
Then Sly gently tugged against me and I found myself following him. “Watch your step now. There are three steps in front of you to the ground.” He guided me gently down the steps until I felt soft sand caressing my toes. That was when I became conscious of the gentle sound of breakers in the near distance... waves lapping up to a shore. “Ohh...” I exclaimed, “your house is right on the beach, isn't it?” My answer was a soft giggle. Then his sweet, musical voice told me “just keep following me, baby.” Silly guy... I'd follow him to the end of the earth and then leap off if he told me too. I felt the soft sand envelope my toes as I was lead lovingly to wherever we were headed. Finally, after maybe ten minutes of walking, Sly told me to remove my blindfold and look at where we were. A blush crept across my face as Sly reached for my hand again. We were in an area of sand dunes, slightly concealed from the waters edge. Glancing about I could see that he picked a spot that was private and also very romantic. There, spread on the ground in front of me I saw a soft, fuzzy red blanket stretched upon the sand. Sitting on top of the blanket was a picnic basket. “Sly...” I started, but couldn't get my mouth and brain to cooperate. “You don't have to say anything baby; this is all for you.” Sly sat down on the blanket, pulling me with him. I was so happy, Sly was perfect for me.
I didn't truly deserve this from him. “I love you Sly, I told him as I laid down next to him kissing him lightly and feeding him grapes from the picnic basket. In fact, the basket only held a couple cans of soda and some fruit. I don't think my cute little boy friend is a gourmet chef... heheheh. Sly was stretched out on the blanket, propping himself up with his hands, while I popped grapes into his mouth. He would bite a grape and make the juice run down the corner of his mouth. I think it was an invitation for me to clean him up. And with a little bit of delicate tongue work, I did exactly that. I started just slipping the grapes between his front teeth and waiting for him to bite down. Then I slipped my mouth over his and shared the tangy nectar. Sly's own sweet juices, added to the grapes, made a honey sweet wine that was intoxicating to me. God... my dick was so hard I could have pounded out post holes in the sandy beach. Sly noticed how my pants were bulging and he raised one hand from the blanket and gently rubbed his fingers over it. “Ry,” he whispered, “will I get to share this with you tonight in our bed? Will you let that be my picnic?” Oh my God... I nearly came when he touched me and asked me that. I have never been touched there and in such a loving way. I shivered and grabbed his hand. “Oh Sly, you don't even need to ask. But if you keep your hand there now, I'm afraid I won't have much to share with you tonight.” Sly gave me an evil grin and raised his hand up to my belly. The hand slowly crept up to my face and caressed my cheek. “I understand;” he tells me, “if you were to touch me there I think it would be all over. And I do want to save it for tonight.”
I grinned back at him and nodded my head. I don't think I want any sand on his tender parts to spoil things for me. And I surely don't want him wasting anything in his underwear that I want for myself. “Ry,” he whispers again. “Will this be your first time? I mean, I've never done anything before with anyone and I'm afraid I'm gonna be kind of clumsy.” With this sweet confession, I gathered Sly up into my arms and squeezed him for all I was worth. “Oh God, Sly. It will be my first time too. We won't be experts at it but I just know it is going to be the most wonderful night of my life. Nothing could be more perfect than having you for my first love. And if I have anything to say about it, we will be way old and wrinkled and still sharing our love together.” I pushed him down on the blanket and wrapped myself around him. That's the position I was still in when his cell phone woke us an hour or so later. It was Sly's Dad calling to say we needed to come home and get cleaned up for dinner. We gathered up the blanket and basket and walked hand in hand back to the house. The sun had dipped down to the waters edge and painted the clouds with reds and pinks. Gulls screeched as they swooped and dipped at the water's edge. We stood on the deck, after putting on our shoes, and shared one more lingering kiss before going indoors.
