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Boardwalk Baby

By Jodi Payne

"I think you're burning."

"'m not burning."

"Looks red," I offer tentatively.

"'m not burning."

Yum.

This guy I have been sort of dating for a few months, he's stretched out on his tummy dozing in the sun, a little shiny from his tanning oil, his toes buried in the sand.

Me, I'm sitting on my towel covered head to toe in Banana Boat 45. I have a shirt on too, just in case, and also so my pale skin doesn't blind anyone or inadvertently signal aliens. I'm such a geek.

I keep asking myself, why me? But Nick – his name is Nick – well aside from the sunburn he insists he's not getting, he's lovely. The shine, the expensive sunglasses and the red hip-hugging bathing suit make him look like a porn star. Can you imagine me dating a porn star? I look over at my guitar case. I really am I geek; he brings a beach ball, a radio, tanning oil and an anatomically correct bathing suit; I bring my guitar, five-year old swimming trunks, UV-killing sunblock and my Birkenstocks. I bet he brought condoms too. God, he's so hot.

Seriously, ‘cause I know you're also asking yourself now, why the geek? You know what I'm saying? But then again, I'm not about to question fate. Would you? So we're here because Nick was stunned stupid that I had never been to Rehoboth Beach. He repeated it twice, like maybe I didn't get it the first time.

“You've never been to Rehoboth. You've never been to Rehoboth?”

“Nope, never been there,” I told him. “Honest.”

So the next thing I know I'm calling in sick and we're on a bus to Delaware.

I love the beach. I brought my guitar because I thought I might get inspired by the landscape. Now, I have to say the mens’ beach is definitely inspiring, but it's not my music that's on my mind at the moment. There's a guy down by the water jumping waves, for example. He's got the shoulders and the hips and the thing goin' on, so I decide I'm gonna go down there, dip my feet in the water, see if he feels like talking. I ditch my shirt and take long steps (for me) in the sand down toward the waterline, and wouldn't you know, as soon as I get there another guy, who's totally a cookie cutter copy, drags him into the surf. I sigh, but it's not that big a deal because I know where I'm getting it tonight. I start flipping over shells with my toes and watching the waves progressively bury my feet in the sand.

"Hey, you." I hear Nick's voice behind me. I look over my shoulder and smirk.

"Forgotten already? It's Sean. We met in that bar?"

"Ha, ha." He slips his arms around my waist. Mens’ beach. So cool. We can do this on a public beach without the heteros going, “ewwww”.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"I was, and then I had this idea that someone might be trying to check out your ass so thought I'd better stake a claim."

"Mmmm. Possessive. What's next, handcuffs?" I joke.

"If you want."

Okay, so I'm all of, like, 23 and raised in this little conservative South Jersey town, and what the hell do I know about handcuffs in bed? I'm just hoping the other guys on the beach are assuming the blush on my cheeks is sunburn. I feel compelled to answer him, just to clarify, because… I don't know. Because I'm a geek.

"I don't think I…"

"I'm not asking."

I turn in Nick's arms and kiss him, returning his hug. He's got a sort of unpolished aloof side, but he's so sweet to me. I guess at this point in our relationship, though, I actually know more about his dick than I do about him, personally. Gotta start somewhere.

It's getting late and we're hungry so we swim for a while, and then, after stopping at our motel room to dump our beach stuff and shower, we head for the boardwalk. Nick dresses down a little more than usual, wearing khaki shorts and a tank-top, and he doesn't spike up his hair or anything. He just lets it dry.

So yeah, we eat hotdogs and play ski-ball and share some penuche. We hold hands like a real couple and walk up and down the boardwalk until it's well into the night.

"Wait." Nick stops and drags me into one of those novelty dildo shops. He buys me a beach towel with a really hot naked guy lying face down on it. "I dare you to use this on the beach tomorrow." He laughs, a little high on clean night air.

"No way," I say, and now I'm glad it's dark so no one can see me blush. Again.

Oh, and he also buys me one of those neon-glowing necklaces and sticks it around my neck, which for some reason I find romantic. Geek!

"This doesn't mean we're engaged or anything." He teases, slipping the matching neon glowing bracelet over my wrist.

It's a lot of fun, but it's not the best part. The best part comes after our walk on the beach, which is mostly in the shadow of the boardwalk. Y ou see where I'm going with this, don't you? I'll just cut to the good stuff.

"Ah!" I gasp as a hand grabs me and tugs me underneath the boardwalk.

"Shhhh…" Nick smothers a snicker in my shoulder and points up at the feet walking over our heads.

"What are you doing?" I grin, but he can't see it because it's dark as hell.

"Screwing you under the boardwalk," he stage whispers at me. He clearly and correctly interprets that I am just standing there gaping at him because the next thing I know there are hands tugging and loosening the button fly on my cargo shorts.

"Nick!" I protest, ‘cause it's drafty down here and the sand is cold, but I get hushed again.

"Shhh!"

"Nick, I can't see a damn thing under here, what are you doing?" But actually, I can see in the long narrow lines of light filtering through the slats in the boardwalk above us that he is spreading out my naked boy towel. With a dexterity I cannot fathom, Nick's hands are on me and then I'm suddenly on my stomach. "Uh!" I grunt as I hit the sand, my outburst much more exaggerated than the occasion probably calls for, and in the next moment, Nick is leaning on me, tearing open a condom with his teeth.

"I can tell you used to be a Boy Scout," I whisper as I hear him pop his pocket tube of lube.

"Yeah, I always come prepared," he says in my ear, only his voice is so husky and low I can't even laugh at his joke. I just moan.

"You're gonna get us arrested if you don't keep quiet," Nick chastises me.

And then, I realize what he's saying.

"Wait, I can't be that quiet, stuff just… I just make noises!" But I'm sort of turned on at the prospect of being arrested for fucking under the boardwalk. Anyway, I get the impression that in this town the cops might be just as likely to join us.

"You're gonna have to control that," Nick says with a sort of tight whisper and then he just sinks into me without warning.

"O…" I start to gasp, and Nick slaps his hand over my mouth.

"Shh," he commands in my ear, and for some reason, I'm able to obey.

The next few minutes are unreal. Seriously. We're completely quiet except for the occasional pant or deep breath. I'm totally into Nick. I can hear the footsteps of the tourists over our heads, and snatches of conversations, crying children, and the piped boardwalk music. Nick is grinding into me and I'm sinking into the sand and I'm just starting to think I can handle this keeping quiet thing when I hear a woman's voice say, "Would you just sit down please? Sit down!" and a couple sits on a bench right over our heads.

Nick stops, just for half a second, and I can feel him shift. I think he's looking up at them. He picks up again, but he's trembling or something. I go still for a second to figure out what's up and you know what he's doing? He's laughing.

"Listen Diane, there is no way in hell I am spending another minute with your mother. Can't you bank roll her and send her off to play Bingo, or something? She's making me nuts."

"Oh, come on, Ted…"

That's where I lose it. Not only have I got Nick grinding into me and sending fire into my cock but I'm laughing so hard it's making me convulse, and to top it all off I've somehow got to keep quiet. Nick's got some maniacal rhythm going that's half thrust and half vibration from his laughter and it's working for me but Jesus Christ… I have to stuff my shirt in my mouth to keep from giving us up.

"Diane, I'm serious…"

"Oh, alright Ted, I'll send her off with the kids tomorrow okay?"

"Thank you. Can we walk now?"

"Of course."

As they get up, I sigh in relief, spitting out my shirt. "Thank God," I whisper to Nick and although he still seems to be laughing, I can feel him nod and start to get a pump going.

The really hot thing about being totally silent is everything seems slower and you can concentrate on breathing. After a while, it's hard to tell which is yours and which is the other guy. Nick's breathing was long and deep at first, but now it's getting more and more shallow, and he's exhaling harder. He's starting to sound like a train… 'choo… chooo… choo…', rhythmic and deliberate.

"Oh!"

That's me. I gasp suddenly as I get that come-any-second feeling. I spent all this time concentrating on what I thought was Nick's breathing and now I realize it was probably my own because I'm right on the edge.

"Go. Now!" Nick tells me and it sounds loud to my ears, but like I said I'm not a good judge of this stuff right now.

"Yes!" A pant, and I just let go, spilling all over naked towel guy's ass. The thought makes me giggle again, but I cut off as soon as Nick bears down on me like he's gonna saw me in half. In a few more seconds it's over. Nick's panting harshly in my ear and babbling to me, calling me 'baby'… I love that.

I think maybe he's a keeper.

End.

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