My Aunt was a beautiful woman, younger than my mother. She had a new boyfriend and they invited us to their beach house.
My mother and I didn't have much money. Dad had a new family and stopped supporting us when I turned 18. We couldn't afford to go on vacation, so my aunt invited us to spend a week with her at her beach house in early August. We rode the ferry to Pike Island. It was five miles long, with nothing but shopping, parks, and beach houses spread along its coast. Aunt Jane and her boyfriend Rick were waiting for us. I didn't see my dad's side of the family anymore, and my mother's side consisted of just my grandparents and my Aunt, but now she had Rick.
The beach house had two bedrooms and one large living-kitchen area. It had a dock, and a sandy beach that extended in both directions, the nearest other beach house was more than 100 yards away. We were guests, Rick and my aunt made it clear that we wouldn't pay for anything. The most we could do was help cook and clean up. There wasn't much to do, but enjoy the beach, play games, drink, fish, read and cook. There was no TV, and it was before the internet, so we had to spend the whole week entertaining each other.
We got there in the afternoon, and we sat at the beach. Rick and my aunt looked glamourous in their expensive bathing suits, toned bodies and fancy drinks. I was tall and gangly, with glasses and thick, unkempt hair. I had very little body hair, just a few straggly hairs around my nipples and embarrassingly small amount of pubic hair. Thankfully I was a normal length down there. I had given up on growing a mustache and resigned myself to shaving every three or four weeks. I didn't get a lot of attention from girls and my prom date had reminded me several times that we were going as 'friends'.
I never thought I would ever be like Rick and have a successful career, money and a beautiful girlfriend. That first night he plopped down on the couch beside me to ask about the book I was reading. He was nice enough to pretend to be interested in my favorite books. With no distractions other than a board game, we spent the night talking.
We had good food and plenty of drinks. My mother seemed so relaxed. I was happy to see her enjoying herself, she worked so hard. The beach house was all one floor. My mother had a smaller bedroom, Rick and my aunt had the larger and I was stuck on the couch. They let me have a few glasses of wine and I fell asleep before everyone else.
I woke up later in the night in a dark room when I heard laughter and voices. My mother's door was closed and if I listened carefully, I could hear her snoring. The noise was coming from the other bedroom. They just weren't talking, something else was going on. They were whispering and making other noises, strange noises like smacking of lips and little pops made by suction. They were having sex. I heard my aunt moan. My aunt and Rick really seemed to be enjoying themselves.
I was a virgin. I had watched blue movies on late night television. They showed people grinding up against each other, but I was uncertain exactly what was going on. I had read medical descriptions of sex, but what I had heard through the bedroom door didn't seem related to the mechanical descriptions I had read.
Then I heard their bed moving. I sat up and listened carefully. I got an erection. I couldn't help myself. I got off the couch and tiptoed closer to their door. Their bed made a repetitive squeaking noise. My aunt sounded different. I could hear her breathing. She was moaning and I heard Rick make strange aggressive noises. The sound of the bed moving increased. I stood there for minutes just listening to every sound they made. My aunt must have orgasmed. She let out a long powerful moan. Rick was shushing her. She giggled and then the bed started moving again. They were still having sex. I heard my aunt whisper as Rick was now breathing heavier. More minutes went by before I heard Rick grunt and gasp. He sounded like a farm animal. My dick twitched in my pajamas. I quickly tiptoed back to the couch and pulled a cover over me. I was just in time. My aunt came out of her room and went into the bathroom. I pretended to be fully asleep. I made sure my erection was pointed into the couch. As I fell asleep, I felt a powerful urge to rub my shaft, but I was afraid that someone was going to come out to use the bathroom.
I woke up the next morning. I had the blanket and a jacket over me. I wanted to take a piss, but I had to wait for my erection to go down before I could get off the couch. We all had breakfast together. Rick and my aunt touched each other affectionately, I acted as if nothing had happened.
That day Rick showed me how to use his wind surfer, how to stand and lift up the pole to catch the wind, how to balance and turn. It was odd standing close to him. I kept thinking about the sounds he made the night before. When he moved my hand or helped me balance, I felt his physical closeness turn me on. With enough instruction I was able to catch the wind and I went parallel to the beach for a while, but I had to drop into the water, because I failed to turn back against the wind. Rick ran along the beach and then swam out to me. He grabbed hold of me and asked if I was alright. Flustered by his body pressed against mine it took me a while to respond. I told him I didn't fall, but I had to stop because I couldn't turn. He told me to swim to shore. I swam a bit and then turned around and watched him climb up on the board. He was so athletic. He wasn't overly muscular, but he could lift himself easily and he looked awesome balancing himself as the wind surfer sailed away.
All afternoon Rick wore his bathing suit. My cheap bathing suit did little to hide the erections I would often get, but Rick's held everything together nicely. There was an impressive bulge in the front that never went away. It was almost as if he had a cup on, but I could notice changing surface details that indicated that it was flesh just under the material. After many glances, Rick turned his head and caught me looking at him. I stammered a question about working out and he talked to me about his work out routine.
That night I couldn't fall asleep. I lay waiting to hear them again. I waited a long time. It seemed like they might have fallen asleep. I was about to give in to sleep when I heard them whispering. They started up again. They were louder than the previous night. I sat up and noticed that the door was ajar and there was a faint light visible through the gap. I was afraid that they might hear me, so I didn't go closer. I listened to them kiss and mess around for a few minutes until the bed started moving. With that noise as cover, I tiptoed close to the door. I looked through the gap. I could see the bottom half of the bed. The room was illuminated by a flickering candle. My aunt was on top of Rick riding him as he lay on his back. Her body was undulating on top of him. She leaned back with one hand on Rick's thigh and the other on her breast. Her ass was facing towards me, and it moved like I've never seen an ass move before. This was like a dirty movie, but hard to see in the dim light. I watched and listened. My aunt leaned forward and started twitching faster. She made so much noise moaning that I was afraid my mother would hear and come out of her room. In the shadows beneath her, I saw Rick's large balls bouncing. She let out a stifled high-pitched scream. Her ass stopped moving and her body relaxed. As she lay on Rick I could see his still hard penis penetrating her.
When she pulled up, I backed away from the door. I took a couple steps towards the couch, but they started up again. I heard the bed moving. I moved back to the door and looked in. Rick was kneeling on the bed and Aunt Jane was on all fours like a dog in front of him. From behind I watched his hips swayed as he repeatedly thrust into her. The bed creaked. I thought I should go back to the couch, if mother came out I would be busted. I couldn't stop looking at Rick. He pivoted his hips slowly for a long time. He just repeated that motion. I watched his ass move and his buttocks flex as he thrust. Then the bed creaked louder as he moved ever quicker. Finally he thrusted violently and grunted. I stood mesmerized as he let out a long moan and his ass shook. Then his rigid body softened, and he slid down beside her. I hurriedly tiptoed back to the couch and pretended to be asleep.
The next day I was massively horny, but I couldn't do anything about it. I thought about going for a walk, but it was all open area, and I might be seen by someone if I tried masturbating outside. Being around Rick in his bathing suit just made me hornier. Finally in the afternoon we were all by the dock drinking iced tea and I went back to the beach house alone. I locked the bathroom and dropped my bathing suit and started stroking myself in front of the sink mirror. It had been days, but I didn't want to rush it. The front of my thighs pressed against the vanity. I was on my toes so my cock cleared the height and extended over the sink. I keep slowly stoking watching myself in the mirror. Then I closed my eyes and thought of what I had seen the previous night. I thrust against my palm as I pictured the way Rick's candlelit ass moved, how his hands held my aunt's hips, how he sounded as he thrusted his hips. I gripped my shaft tighter as I pictured the darkened area between his butt cheeks and how that alluring opening changed shape as his hips swayed. After fucking my palm and a few frantic, tight strokes I groaned and shot a few strings of cum into the sink and onto the area behind it. I gripped my dick and moved my had forward as the last dribbles of cum oozed and slid down the side of the sink. I pulled up my bathing suit and cleaned the sink as best I could.
I stepped out of the bathroom and Rick was right there. "Gotta go. All that iced tea."
"Well. Sorry. I didn't know you were waiting."
"Mi Casa, Su Casa." He replied.
I didn't know what that meant. I headed back to the beach. Rick came out a minute later. He kept looking over my way. He must have known what I was doing. I could only hope he had come in after I was done jerking. I decided I had to be more careful. I wouldn't go stand by their door again no matter what I heard. It must have been easy for Rick to figure out what was going on, they made enough noise two nights in a row to wake me up. It didn't help that I was getting erections all day long. My beat off session only gave me a few hours respite.
