Beach House: the Summer After

This is about the summer after my Beach Week. It will probably make more sense if you read No Ordinary Beach Week first. Thank you to everyone for your responses to that story. I was nervous about sharing my story. I really appreciate the positive thoughts. For some reason, these events have come back to me again recently. I write some of them down again to help me process everything.

I know my story may not be for everyone but thanks for reading.

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BEACH WEEK: THE SUMMER AFTER

I return from Beach Week deeply confused. I am not sure why or how things happened with Patrick. In some ways it felt like it was out of my control.

My parents are surprised when I am not more upbeat about my week. My mother is constantly asking for details even though it is obvious I am avoiding the subject. I repeatedly tell her that I had a good time and everyone was nice to me. She is not convinced and is worried that Patrick and I had a disagreement. I assure her that is not the case. She finally lets it go but I think she is still worried that something happened between us. If she only knew.

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A week or so later, after things calm down in my head, I come home to my mother telling me that we are going to make cookies for Patrick as a "thank you." I really do not want to be involved but she insists it will be nicer if I help. This is what adults do and I need to start acting like one.

We spend an afternoon baking a big batch of cookies. It was kind of fun and the cookies do turn out good. My mother has a special paper and a ribbon to make a plate for Patrick. She is great at these creative things and the plate comes out perfect. She smiles at me with satisfaction before telling me "Deliver this to Patrick." I again balk not wanting to go to his house with cookies. She will not take no as an answer again "because this is what grown-ups do."

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My heart is racing as I approach Patrick's house with the cookie tray. I am relieved when I do not see his black Jeep parked near the house. After ringing the doorbell, his mother answers the door and smiles when she sees me. "Joseph it is good to see you!"

"Oh thank you Mrs. Griffin, it is nice to see you too. We made a plate of cookies for Patrick to thank him for including me at the beach house."

She seems pleased as I hand her the plate. "I am sorry but Patrick is not here right now but I am sure he will love them. Do you want to come in?"

"I do not want to intrude Mrs. Griffin. I just want to drop these off for you guys" I say trying for a quick exit. I do not want to be there when Patrick comes home.

"This is so nice. Patrick told me that you really helped him out at the beach. I will make sure he gets whatever is left" she says with a laugh. I give return her smile before saying goodbye and scampering away grateful that he was not there.

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It is sad how my group of friends kind of breaks up after graduation. We stay in touch with occasional texts but do not see each other very much. Everyone has summer jobs, vacations and kind of moves on. I worry that my going to Beach Week may have caused a problem between me and the others.

My summer job keeps helps keep my mind occupied. When alone with my thoughts, I often find myself thinking of Beach Week. Playing things over and over in my mind, I try to make sense of how and why things happened as they did. I still cannot process everything.

I have not heard from Patrick since Beach Week. For some reason, that is really bothering me even though we were not in regular contact prior to that week. I do not even hear anything about the cookies. I begin to doubt myself even more. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? I wonder how many girls he has left with these same emotions.

I almost text Patrick a few times. I type texts to him but delete them before sending when I realize how stupid they sound. I am not sure what to say to him or what I expect.

Instead, I silently stalk him on social media. Patrick, not surprisingly, is having a much more active social life this summer. I see photos of him at ball games, parties, and even back at the beach. He looks like he is having a great summer.

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It seems that Patrick has gotten into my subconscious as well. I awake startled several times when he appears in my dreams. Each time he is either naked or wearing gym shorts which show his impressive cock.

I still lack companionship and resort to self-pleasure for relief. I typically focus on my current celebrity crush to help me. Now I find Patrick invading my thoughts even during this intimate time. I see visions of him alone and even with the girl. He looks amazing. They look great together and she cums so hard for him. The thought should be a turn-off but I cum with her.

My penis and orgasm do not compare to Patrick. I remember how his thick cum shot from his cock. He cums so much too. Mine mostly just dribbles out and is much thinner. The comparison does not help my fragile psyche.

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"Hey stranger!" My heart jumps as I hear that deep voice. I am washing my mother's car in the driveway on a sunny Sunday afternoon when he stops. I turn and see Patrick in his Jeep looking at me.

"Oh hello Patrick. How are you?" I say putting the sponge back in the bucket and trying to look casual.

"You know me, all good." He says with a big smile.

I am thankful I have sunglasses on. I walk to his car when it is clear he is not getting out. The seatbelt is across his broad chest which is of course shirtless. His tan seems even deeper than Beach Week.

"How's the summer?" he asks. "Oh pretty quiet for me. Mostly just work." I already know his summer has been different from following him in on social media.

"You need to have more fun." He says quickly and I know it is true. I am meanwhile taking the opportunity to look over his body. I look down at his crotch but do not see his cock in his shorts this time. Even so, his body radiates sexual energy. Just being near him has me feeling weak.

"I know that is not your problem" I say to him trying not to stare.

"Not my problem at all. It has been a great summer but it is going so fast." It is mid-July and the summer has been crawling for me. Patrick continues "I just have to take care of some things before college starts."

"I do not want to think about all I have to do. My mother keeps trying to get me to go shopping for things." I say this trying to keep things light and agree with Patrick.

"You should update that wardrobe! Come on, we are going to college. There are going to be so many women there. Haven't you thought about that?"

"Oh yes ummm of course I have" I say forcing a smile. My thoughts have focused on how awkward I might be around all of the new people, especially the girls. Patrick is obviously not having any of that anxiety.

"Well I should get going. My dad and I are converting the basement into an apartment for me. He thought I should have my own space for college." Patrick and I are both commuting our first year to save money.

"Oh wow that sounds great. You are so lucky." I am again jealous of Patrick.

"Yeah it will be. I will show it to you when I am done. You might get some ideas." He says with that smile. "Oh yeah, thanks for the cookies. The pleasure was all mine having you down there." With that he is off. Wait, did he say it that way on purpose?

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That evening I am feeling especially horny for some reason. I do not want to admit the reason but being around Patrick has a strong effect on me. I need relief and begin to pleasure myself looking at pictures of beautiful women on my phone.

Suddenly, the image of a naked Patrick enters my mind. I cum almost immediately and then he is gone. I am shaken and lay there gathering myself. Some cum is on my finger. I taste it comparing my cum to his. I fail again. Patrick's cum tastes better.

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The next week, I feel my cell vibrate as I am watching television after dinner. The text reads "I have something to show you." It is Patrick.

I feel my heart pulse but then realize what it might mean. "Your apartment is done?"

"Yeah, come check it out."

I tell my parents with some pride that I am going to Patrick's house. His mother greets me warmly when I arrive. I notice for the first time that Patrick gets his looks from her. I already knew he got his build from his father.

We talk for a bit and then she looks to the door to Patrick's space "I do not want to hold you up. You can go down whenever you want." It seems like there is a double meaning in so many words and phrases when I am around Patrick. They trigger my fear that people somehow know what happened at Beach Week.

I go down the steps nervously as his mother shuts the door behind me. I see Patrick sitting on a nice new couch as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I am not at all surprised when he is just in a pair of gym shorts. The shorts are solid black which compliment his tanned skin. He appears in even better shape and to have added muscle mass from Beach Week.

"Wow, this looks great" I say looking around desperately trying to avoid looking at his body. They have a large basement but it seems smaller with his presence.

"Thanks, it was a lot work but I think it did turn out." He gets up to show me around. The space is converted into a studio apartment for him. His bed is on the far side, with the couch and a couple of chairs facing a wall with a large screen television. Another wall has a desk with a chair. The space has all new flooring, lighting and walls which give it a brand new feel.

On the far side is a bathroom with a shower stall. The bathroom facility was there before but is updated. A new kitchenette is in the back with a small sink, microwave oven, and refrigerator.

I am really impressed at how nice the place looks. After the tour, I admit "I am jealous. I would so love to have a space like this for myself."

"Thanks, once I get something in my head I have a hard time letting it go." He reaches into the refrigerator and grabs two beers. Handing me one "Let's watch the game."

"Are you sure?" I ask holding the beer nervously.

"Oh yeah, my parents are cool with it now that I am in college." My parents are still very strict about these kind of things.

"As long as nobody is driving. They know you walk so they will not be down checking up on us."

Patrick gives a little chuckle and sits back on the sofa. I sit in one of the chairs not wanting to be too close to him. I am not much of sports fan but I watch the game trying to resist the urge to look over at Patrick. I find some of the rules confusing but he clearly follows baseball. He helps me understand what is happening which makes watching more fun.

"It's the seventh inning stretch."

I look at Patrick not knowing what he means. He explains everyone at the game stands and stretches and sings "Take Me Out to the Ball Game." Patrick shows me by standing and doing an exaggerated stretch. I watch his muscles flex and move. I cannot help notice the outline of his cock pressed to his shorts as he stretches from side to side. He gives little grunts of satisfaction as he stretches. They sound almost primal.

"Well maybe not that much but it felt good." Patrick says with a laugh and handing me another beer without asking. Mine is still half full and I do not want to drink too much around him. I accept the beer anyway and he goes back to lounging on the couch.

He continues to explain what is happening in the game and our team wins in the end. I am very happy to be out and having a good time. He looks a bit tired and I excuse myself shortly after the game is over. I do not want to overstay my welcome with the hope that he will invite me back. I enjoy being around him.

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The image of Patrick stretching rushes into my mind as I am masturbating that night. The orgasm is a hard one for me. Or was it for him?

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I am a little depressed when I do not hear from Patrick about coming over again. I try to follow the team in case he wants me to watch another game with him. I even watch a couple of games with my father but it is not the same.

It has only been a little over a week but it seems like forever. Gathering all of my courage, I text Patrick saying maybe watching a game together again would be fun. I smile when Patrick texts me "Come on over tomorrow if you want." I wait a bit before responding not wanting to appear to anxious. I of course tell him that I will be there.

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I am lost in my own thoughts walking to Patrick's house the next evening. I am very excited that he invited me back over. I ignore the fact that I texted him first. I am snapped back to reality with a swat to the back of my head out of nowhere. I instinctively duck in a protective mode when I see Patrick running ahead without breaking stride saying "See you there."

I watch the muscles in his broad shoulders flex as he runs. Like I noticed on the beach, his movements are both powerful and graceful. His strong legs push him forward at a fast clip. His body in completely in synch as he moves.

I find Patrick waiting at the top of the driveway as I arrive. His tanned body is covered in a sheen of perspiration. His hands are on his waist and his chest and abs are heaving as he catches his breath.

"Sorry, I was making good time and did not want to stop."

"No problem Patrick, you just caught me off guard."

"Yeah I just have extra energy today for some reason. Gotta find ways to burn it off. Come on in the game is starting."

I follow Patrick into the house and we see his mother in the kitchen. His mother is so nice and always seems glad to see me. As I am talking with her, Patrick reaches between us to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator. His body presses close to me and I cannot resist taking a deep inhale with my nose to take in his scent. He smells so masculine after working up the sweat on his run.

Patrick breaks up the conversation after chugging the bottle of water. "Come on Mom, the game is starting."

"Oh yes, you boys have fun. I hope they win."

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Downstairs, Patrick turns on the television and goes to the right channel before tossing the remote on the sofa. "I better carb up after that run." He goes to the refrigerator grabbing two beers and handing me one. He stands right by my chair looking at the television as he takes a long sip of beer. His scent is again in my head and I always feel off when he is this close to me. I unsuccessfully try to focus on the game.

During the next commercial break, I hear "I guess I should take a shower." Patrick goes over to the bed and strips off the gym shorts before slinging a white towel over his shoulder.

I am again caught off guard. Patrick acts like this is a locker room. He stands naked looking at his phone. His confidence and pride are obvious. He is a vision of masculinity. I cannot help but look at his cock. Though not fully hard, it still is imposing.

The sound of the game resuming gets his attention and I quickly divert my look back to the screen. Patrick walks closer to the television. He stands next to my chair watching the game. His cock commands my eyes. I again feel my weakness being this close to him. His cock juts out proudly from his body. His meaty balls hang below but are still tight. His balls get just enough separation from his impressive shaft so that you notice them but they are all part of the same powerful tool.

I realize that Patrick must groom his cock and balls. I had never heard of "manscaping" at this time but Patrick obviously keeps his private area neat. His pubic hair is trimmed above his cock and his balls are smooth. Patrick clearly thinks his cock and balls deserve attention.

I see his cock sway as he watches the game. I even think I can detect it moving with the beat of his heart. I feel my own heart is going to burst from his intense sexual energy.

Another commercial break and he announces "Shower time. Try to keep an eye on the game for me." I blush when I think Patrick catches me looking at his cock.

"Yes I will try" I respond and then thinking why did he say "an eye?"

I watch as goes into the shower and my head is filled with the thoughts of his body in the warm water. He seems to take a long time before coming over rubbing his hair with the towel. His body is still naked and his cock seems even bigger maybe from the warm water.

"They are losing 2-0. What happened?"

I was too busy thinking about Patrick that I lost track of the game. "Oh I am not really sure."

"Oh well. Hopefully they don't suck all night." I shudder with his choice of words.

Patrick hands me another beer pausing next to me to watch the game. I cannot help but inhale his scent again. He is fresh from the shower but still musky. Of course, it is impossible not to look at his cock.

With another commercial Patrick lounges on the sofa naked a hand behind his head which flexes his arm and chest. It seems like the most natural thing in the world for him to be naked.

He grumbles as they fall hopelessly behind. It is not going well.

"Let's watch something else." He flips the channels not finding anything that he likes. I look over to respond whenever he says something about a show. My eyes invariably drift to his cock. It is impossible not to look at it.

"Did I mention that I love blowjobs" he says casually and I almost choke on my beer.

"Receiving them I mean." He clarifies his point.

An awkward silence fills the room. Looking over to him I see he is waiting for me to say something.

I nervously blurt out "Oh ummmm yes you did mention that at the beach."

"It seems you like being on the other end." I tremble with his statement.

"It is nice isn't it?" Patrick points to his cock and I stare again. It flexes on his thigh.

"It's OK that you love sucking it." Patrick is confidently telling me what we both know is true. I feel the walls closing in around me.

"Do you want to suck it again?" Patrick teases me knowing the answer. I look to him and nod yes.

"Say it."

"I want to suck your cock." I gasp the words out with my head spinning.

He smiles and stands triumphantly. "Of course you do. On your knees." I quickly obey.

I look up under the weight of his powerful stare. Just like at Beach Week, Patrick takes me through what he likes. I kiss the head, and then lick his shaft and balls. All the time he tells me to keep looking up to him. It seems I have lick and kiss every inch of his cock to get the privilege of sucking it. His fresh, clean scent is incredible.

Finally, he gives me permission to suck his cock. At this point, I am ready to try and swallow it whole but Patrick has other ideas. He has me suck him slower than I was ready to do. I swirl my tongue over his head and gently suck. I bob on his cock at the pace and with the pressure he commands. It seems that he wants me to spend as much time as possible with his cock in my mouth.

Patrick keeps me on my knees with my hands on his strong thighs as his words guide my mouth over his amazing cock. I whimper in appreciation each time I hear one of his grunts of pleasure when I do something he likes. Gradually Patrick has me moving faster up and down his shaft. His precum tastes so good leaking into my mouth.