Beach Boys

Beach Boys

By: Spectrotica247

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Summary:

Two young pre-teen boys, Miles and Chandler, spend the day at the beach cleaning the mess Miles' prank has caused as punishment. But they would later sneak off somewhere private where they would engage in intimate acts without prying eyes... or so they thought.

Chapter Three - "Three is a Charm"

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The damp chill hit their skin immediately, cool air ghosting over Chandler's bare shoulders where his tank top had stretched thin. Miles peeled his own shirt off, tossing it toward a smooth rock like he'd done this a hundred times before, his pre-teen ribs rising quick beneath skin still golden from the sun. Chandler hesitated, fingers caught on his hem until Miles' impatient "C'mon, slowpoke!" made him jerk the fabric over his head fast enough to tangle his arms.

Keoni's own disrobing was methodical, almost ritualistic. Sandals kicked aside first, then the red nylon shorts peeled down thick thighs with a slow reveal that had both boys staring. Chandler's breath stuttered when Keoni finally stood bare before them, his adult body a study in bronzed contrasts: broad lifeguard shoulders narrowing to hips dusted with dark hair, thighs corded from years of fighting riptides, and fuck, his cock. Thick, circumcised, curving slightly upward where it lay against his stomach, flushed dark enough to make Miles' preteen erection look pink by comparison.

Miles couldn't help but let out a soft whistle as he was reaching out to trace a daring fingertip along Keoni's shaft. "Damn," he breathed, green eyes flickering with something between admiration and competitive envy. "You're packing a fucking baseball bat." His own length twitched visibly as he added, "Thought I was doing good for twelve, but shit—you could wreck someone with that."

Keoni chuckled and ruffled Miles' sweaty black hair. "Kid, you're hung like a damn stallion for your age," he said gruffly, thumb brushing Miles' leaking tip in a way that made the boy gasp. "Most freshman boys I spot checking showers don't fill out till either 14 or 15."

His gaze slid to Chandler then, catching the way the blonde boy had instinctively hunched his shoulders, as if trying to minimize the obvious difference between his own slender frame and the two larger males bracketing him.

"Hey." Keoni's calloused fingers tilted the Smith boy's chin up gently. "You're perfect." The raw sincerity in his voice startled Chandler more than the sudden press of Miles' body against his back, the younger boy's arms looping around his waist while Miles nuzzled his nape.

"Yeah, quit being a baby," Miles added, though his usual teasing lacked bite. He palmed Chandler's erection with shocking familiarity, making the blonde boy whimper. "Your dick's cute as fuck. Like one of those tiny spicy peppers that burns twice as hot."

Keoni hummed agreement, his broad hands mapping Chandler's ribs with unexpected reverence. "Small doesn't mean weak," he murmured, leaning down until their foreheads nearly touched. "Ever seen fire coral? Tiny as your pinky finger, burns for days. Some things are more dangerous because they're compact. At the end of the day, you both have beautiful dicks."

Miles grinned against Chandler's shoulder, biting just hard enough to sting. "Told you," he crowed, fingers tightening around Chandler's cock in a way that made stars burst behind his eyelids. "Now quit comparing and start participating, dumbass."

Keoni chuckled, shifting his weight to press his thick length against Chandler's thigh, hot even in the tropical air. "So," he murmured, calloused fingers carding through Chandler's damp curls, "Either of you ever given head before?"

Chandler blinked up at him, lips slightly parted. "Head?"

Miles groaned, rolling his eyes. "Blowjobs, Chan-Chan. Sucking dick. Jesus." He twisted Chandler's nipple sharply, making the blonde yelp. "How the hell do you know what kegels are but not—"

"I know what blowjobs are!" Chandler lied. His cheeks burned when Keoni arched a brow. "... Theoretically."

Miles snickered, stepping back to stroke himself lazily. "Yeah? Then describe one. In detail." His smirk widened at Chandler's panicked silence. "Thought so."

He turned to Keoni, thumbing pre-cum from his flushed tip. "Chan's a virgin. Like, full-system factory reset virgin. Me?" His grin turned wolfish. "Had this dude who used to go to our school and would stay late just to suck me off in the gym showers every end of sixth period."

Miles' casual confession punched through Keoni harder than a rogue wave. This reckless 12-year-old had already tasted pleasures that had eluded the 19-year-old through every lonely high school shower, every stolen glance at teammates that never went further. Envious, the lifeguard's voice came out rougher than intended: "Lucky bastard." His gaze dropped to Miles' cock, leaking freely now, with something dangerously close to envy. "Can't say the same for me when I was in middle school. All I got was locker room talk and blue balls."

Chandler blinked up at Keoni, this bronzed, towering specimen, with genuine disbelief. How can anyone like him not get a taste of sex? "You mean you... never? But you're... you."

"Wasn't always this stacked, kid." Keoni shook his head. "Sixth grade me? Skinny as a palm frond with braces that could've doubled as bear traps. And queer kids back then didn't get locker room blowjobs. They got locker room beatings."

Miles snorted, scrubbing a hand through his sweaty bangs. "Damn. Thought you old guys had it easy. All those teen movies make it seem like you 90s babies were fucking nonstop."

Keoni's chuckle was rough as coral scrapes. "Kid, my middle school years in the 2000s were more 'Pokémon cards and praying my hard-on would go down before gym class' than whatever Cinemax softcore shit you're imagining. Don't think high school was better either." His fingers traced the tribal tattoo circling his bicep—a late addition, Chandler realized, not childhood ink. "Got jumped twice freshman year for 'walking gay.' Started lifting weights the summer after so the assholes would think twice before shoving me into lockers." The flex of his pecs under golden skin was unconscious, habitual. "Didn't stop me from wanting dick, though. Just made me better at pretending I didn't."

Miles' smirk faltered for half a second. "Fuck. That's messed up." His said before his usual mischief returned. "But I bet you got real good at jerking off in secret though, huh?"

The lifeguard exhaled sharply through his nose. "Try jerking off in a house with five siblings sharing one bathroom." He thumbed the waistband of Chandler's trunks absently. "First time I got off was this past June during lifeguard training after I graduated just to earn myself money for college. My parents don't have much, I had to help myself. Didn't expect the job to awaken something in me. Halona Beach is where I realized things about myself."

Miles asked with interest, "Like what?"

Keoni swallowed hard, fingers tightening momentarily on Chandler's hip. "First time was the second week of the month," he admitted, voice low and rough like shifting sand. "Had this kid, looked to be about thirteen, who panicked in the tide pools. When I hauled him out, he was shaking so bad his little dick was rubbing against my thigh through his board shorts. Never felt anything like that before. His body was so small against mine, all sharp elbows and shaky breaths..." The lifeguard's gaze dropped to where Miles' hand still lazily stroked himself. "Started noticing things after that. How their high-pitched breathing sounded and how their warm breath made contact on my shoulder made me imagine things... nasty things. Like... how they would sound if I... touch them somewhere else."

Miles arched a brow, intrigued rather than repulsed. "So you got turned on saving kids? Kinda fucked up, dude."

Chandler asked, "D-did you ever... do anything?"

Keoni's throat worked as he shook his head, his broad shoulders tensing. "No. Never touched a kid—not until today." His calloused fingers flexed against Chandler's hip like he was debating pushing him away. "But goddamn, sometimes... when I'd pull some panicked little boy out of the water, feel his skinny legs clamp around my waist... I'd pretend it was something else. That the way they clung to me wasn't just fear."

The tan-skinned young man's cock twitched against Chandler's thigh, shame and arousal warring in his dark eyes. "Soon I started volunteering for night shifts just to patrol the caves... and that's when I heard sounds I never thought I'd hear from boys so young. Wet sounds. Skin slapping. Those high-pitched whimpers..."

He exhaled sharply through his nose, then continued. "Caught two boys inside that cave. One of them was blonde like Chandler, the other is Polynesian like me. They seem to be either eight or ninth graders, I don't know. Their shorts were around their ankles, and they were grinding against each other under the moonlight." A rough chuckle escaped him. "Poor bastards didn't even notice me watching from the holes. That blonde boy was fucking sobbing, begging the other kid not to stop—"

Miles interrupted with a sharp laugh. "Holy shit dude, you're like some kind of perverted Batman! Tell me you at least got video."

Keoni's silence stretched long enough for Chandler's stomach to flip. When the lifeguard finally spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Kept my phone recording the whole time. Still have it. But you wanna know what really fucked me up? After they came, the blonde kid started crying for real... and it's not from pleasure. He kept saying 'sorry daddy' over and over while the other boy wiped them both clean with his shirt."

"Holy fuck," Miles breathed, pupils blown wide. "That's... kinda hot."

Keoni's grin was all teeth. "Tell me about it." His fingers traced Chandler's ribs slowly, reverently. "After that, I'd patrol those caves most nights. Found out most boys go there to get away from their families—to explore things they shouldn't be exploring yet." His grip tightened suddenly, making Chandler gasp. "Heard things too. The way their voices break when they're close. That wet little pop when they pull their mouths off each other's dicks..." The lifeguard shuddered, his erection pulsing at those unholy thoughts. Fuck, I'm a sick bastard, aren't I? Getting hard just remembering.

"And yeah, I know it's wrong." Keoni continued with a frown of shame. "But that's what made it so fucking hot. I'm rotting inside, kid. I wish I had that kind of action when I was your age. Now I'm the one preying on boys in my lifeguard tower, and that's... fucked up. You two are half my age."

Miles rolled his eyes and flicked Keoni's pec with his middle finger. "Dude, chill. You're like nineteen, so at least you're still young and hot. Besides, you're looking at two little boys who don't mind college aged pervs. So consider today your lucky day." He jerked his chin toward Chandler's flushed face. "And Chan-Chan here? Total freak. He's been jacking off to your IG lifeguard pics since June."

"What? I haven't looked at his—" Chandler was about protest Miles' lie, but the dark-haired troublemaker shoved him forward hard enough to send the blonde stumbling into the 19-year-old's chest, their lips smashing together in a clumsy collision.

Chandler jerked back immediately, face burning. "S-sorry! I didn't—"

Keoni didn't let him finish. One large hand cradled the back of Chandler's head as he pulled him back in, sealing their mouths together properly this time. The lifeguard's groan vibrated through Chandler's lips when the younger boy's cock twitched against his abs. The younger boy whimpered into the kiss as Keoni's tongue swept past his teeth. Miles meanwhile just leaned against the cave wall, chewing his hangnail with a smirk as Chandler's fingers clutched at Keoni's shoulders like he'd drown otherwise.

Keoni groaned when Chandler's blunt nails scraped down his back, the boy's inexperience evident in the way his tongue darted nervously against Keoni's teeth. "Fuck, kid," he rasped, pulling back just enough to watch Chandler's dazed expression, blushing red cheeks, moist warm lips, pupils blown wide with a mix of terror and want. "Miles sure ain't lying? You got a thing for older guys?"

Chandler's answering noise was embarrassingly high-pitched, cut off when Miles pinched his ass hard enough to make him yelp.

"Dude loses his fucking mind whenever Kawena makes us do suicide drills," Miles supplied mid-chew on the nail of his thumb. "Last week? Coach bent over to tie his shoe and Chan here popped a boner so fast he had to hide behind his fucking gym bag. But I noticed."

"Sh-shut up!" Chandler stammered, burying his face in Keoni's neck as if that could erase the truth. But his hips stuttered forward anyway, his cock smearing pre-cum against Keoni's abs in frantic little thrusts.

Keoni's chuckle was dark, approving. He palmed the child's trembling ass as the boy rutted against him. "Yeah? Well whoever this Coach Kawena person is, he's got nothing on me."

"Looks like our 'punishment' just got upgraded," Miles purred, spitting the now crescent-shaped nail onto the cave floor.

Holy fuck, I can't believe this is happening... all because of Miles, his brain screamed. First I got punished and forced to clean up the beach for following his plan, and now I'm about to get spit-roasted by him and this pedo but sexy-looking lifeguard... who also has a big cock... but bigger than Miles. Oh man.

Chandler didn't think in a million years would one of Miles' mischievous plans out of most that land them into trouble would actually end up like this. They will definitely be remembering this for years to come.

Keoni sat up against the damp cave wall, legs spread wide, his thick manhood resting against his stomach like some bronzed idol awaiting worship. "So... which one of you nasty little tykes wants first taste?"

Chandler's throat clicked audibly, but before he could overthink it, his own traitorous mouth blurted out, "Me."

Miles' earlier taunt: "Chan-Chan here's too chicken though", burned through his ears as Keoni grinned and settled back, guiding the boy with curly hair between his thighs with a warm hand between his shoulder blades. The blonde boy hesitated only a second before leaning forward, his nose brushing coarse curls as Keoni's fingers carded through his hair.

"Easy now," the lifeguard murmured, tilting his hips upward. "Start slow... lick it like a lollipop, just the tip at first. It's all about building up the sensation."

Chandler hesitated, staring at the veined monstrosity bobbing inches from his nose, so much thicker than Miles', darker too, with that musky salt-air scent that shouldn't make his stomach flutter. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his lips tentatively against the swollen head, tasting bitter salt. A moan tore from his throat when the older boy's fingers tightened in his curls, guiding him down another inch. His lips stretched painfully around the unfamiliar girth, drool dripping down his chin as he gagged slightly.

"Easy, easy," Keoni said, his voice strained with restraint as Chandler's teeth scraped lightly against sensitive flesh. The lifeguard's abs flexed when the boy's hot little tongue swirled experimentally around his slit. "Jesus... aahhh... like that, kid, just like... nngh... suck it like you're drinking the last juice box at lunch."

Miles snorted behind them, idly stroking himself as he watched Chandler struggle to take more than the tip of Keoni's cock. "Damn, Chan-Chan," he teased. "Never thought I'd see the day you'd deep throat someone. You look fucking hot like this, all red-faced and drooling." His fingers tightened around his shaft as Chandler's lips stretched obscenely around Keoni's girth. "Didn't think you would be sucking off a grown-ass man when you woke up this morning, huh?"

Keoni's dark eyes flicked to Miles and smirked when seeing the troublemaker squeezing his own erection. "You enjoying the show, kid?" he growled, hips rolling subtly to push another inch past Chandler's trembling lips.

Miles nodded. "Yeah," he croaked, his hand moving faster now, his own cock standing at full attention. "It's... it's really hot."

"If you're gonna keep playing with yourself like that, you might as well let me show you how it's really done," the young Polynesian man said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He gently pulled Chandler off his cock, the boy's eyes wide and questioning. "Why don't you two get cozy?"

With a graceful move, the taller boy laid down on the warm sand, his legs spread apart in invitation. "Miles, come kneel over me," he instructed, patting his chest. "And Chandler..." His dark eyes flicked toward the younger boy, who was still staring at his spit-covered, six incher. "Get between my legs and continue what you were doing while I take care of your friend."

Miles wasted no time climbing onto Keoni's torso, his knees digging into the sand as he straddled the lifeguard's chest. His uncut boy cock bobbed inches above the Palakiko teen's face, dripping pre-cum onto the older boy's collarbones. Keoni didn't hesitate, he grasped Miles' hips firmly and leaned up, taking the entire length into his mouth in one fluid motion. Miles gasped, fingers twisting into Keoni's damp hair as the older boy hollowed his cheeks and sucked with practiced ease. "Ahh... Ahh g-gawd... f-fuu-uck,"

Meanwhile, the Smith boy hesitated only a second before crawling between Keoni's muscular thighs, his own arousal throbbing painfully between his legs. The moment his lips touched Keoni's twitching cock again, the older boy groaned around Miles' length, the vibration making Miles buck his hips instinctively. The blue-eyed boy's fingers dug into Keoni's thighs as he tried to mimic the older boy's technique, swirling his tongue experimentally along the thick vein on the underside.

Miles' moans escalated into a frantic, filthy babble between gasps. "Fuck yeah, suck it deeper—Oh shit... your mouth's so fucking warm around my dick."

Keoni couldn't believe this was his first time engaging in such a taboo act with, not one, but TWO kids. His life was taking a turn for the worse, but hell, his dick couldn't care less. His sane side screamed at him to stop before things escalated further, but his horny side urged him to continue, especially when Chandler's warm lips tightened around his throbbing cock.

Miles was losing control fast, his hips stuttered forward uncontrollably as Keoni's experienced mouth worked him over with sinful precision. The older boy's tongue curled around the underside of his swollen head, teasing that hypersensitive spot just beneath the ridge. A strangled cry tore from Miles' throat as his thighs trembled violently. "Nnngh—fuck—I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna—AHHH!"

Keoni's grip on the boy's hips tightened like vices, refusing to let him pull away. His dark eyes burned with something feral—a primal hunger finally unleashed. Shit, he's gonna cum... in my mouth! I'm gonna be tasting boy cum for the first time, he thought wildly. Go on, Miles, let it all out. I want ALL of it... right here, right now!

The blonde boy looked up from his task with excitement and curiosity. He watched as Keoni's mouth slid up and down his fellow sixth grader's shaft.

Miles' cry shattered against the cave walls as his orgasm crashed through him like a rogue wave. His toes curled violently in the sand, fingers twisting in Keoni's hair until the lifeguard's scalp burned.

"AAAHHHH! F-FUUUUCK! I'M CUMMING!"

And with that, Miles did, his body bucking as ropes of white hot cum shot into Keoni's mouth. The Polynesian man didn't miss a beat, swallowing every rope of semen greedily as he continued to suck, milking every ounce of pleasure from the young boy's orgasm. Chandler watched in rapt horror and fascination, still dutifully bobbing his head between Keoni's trembling thighs.

Miles watched in amazement with parted lips, still catching his breath from his own climax, dizzy and weak in his knees. He slipped his still twitching cock from Keoni's mouth and the three of them remained in their positions for a moment, panting and gasping.

When their breaths evened out and the world slowly came back into focus, a smile started playing on Miles' lips—that smug, shit-eating grin Chandler knew meant trouble. The blonde boy was still wiping his slick chin with the back of his hand when Miles spoke, his voice rough from moaning.

"Sooo, Keoni," Miles drawled, stretching out on the damp sand like a satisfied cat, eyes half-lidded with mischief. "How'd you like the taste of my nasty-ass boy juice? Bet you didn't think sixth graders could pump out that much, huh?" His toes curled in the sand as he kicked lazily against Keoni's thigh. "Gotta say, you swallow like a pro. What's your Yelp rating? Five stars for deepthroating?"

Keoni's laughed, still gripping onto Chandler's curls like he wasn't quite ready to let go. "Kid, your cum tastes like fucking Mountain Dew that had gone sour," he admitted gruffly. "But damn was it worth it."

Chandler made a muffled choking noise between Keoni's legs before pulling off. "You—you actually swallowed it?" The horror in his voice was undercut by the way his own neglected erection jerked against his stomach.

Keoni's grin turned wolfish as he wiped his mouth with one hand, the other still lazily petting Miles' thigh. "What? You think I was gonna waste that? Kid came harder than a firehose. No way I'd let that go to waste. Besides... getting you both hooked is half the fun."

Miles got off of Keoni and rolled onto his stomach on the sand, propping his chin on Chandler's shoulder. "Dude, your tongue was making him leak like crazy? You didn't even notice? Guys swallowing other guys' cum is what makes it hot as fuck. Didn't you taste it? That salty kinda... I dunno, seaweed-y flavor?" He gestured vaguely at Keoni's saliva-covered cock. "That's pre-cum, genius. Your mouth's basically a fucking juice box for his dick right now."

Chandler wiped his chin with fingers, staring at the translucent string connecting his lips to Keoni's slit. The older boy's musk clung to his tongue... something primal and brine-heavy that made his stomach flip. "It's... kinda like when you lick a battery," he admitted hoarsely, before flushing crimson at his own words.

Keoni suddenly hooked a finger under Chandler's trembling chin. "You ever ride a guy's dick before, angel face?"

The question punched the air from Chandler's lungs. "N-no," he stammered, legs instinctively clamping together—only for Miles to snort and roll onto his back, arms folded behind his head.

"Pfft! Brianna rode me like a fuckin' jet ski last month," The boy with messy black hair bragged, flopping onto his back beside them with his arms pillowed behind his head. His knees fell open lazily, still-glowing cock bobbing against his stomach. "She kept screaming; 'Slower, fuck, I'm not a goddamn slip-n-slide!'" his voice was pitched high in a terrible imitation of his cousin. "but her pussy kept SQUEEZING me, so like, what was I supposed to do, stop?"

The eldest of the trio barked a laugh. "Yeah, that tracks. First time's always messy. And Chandler, you mouth did a real good job lubing me up. I think your ass would feel even better. Miles can suck you off while you ride me."

Miles lunged upright, eyes alight. "AW, HELL YEAH!" He yelled with a sharp clap, already scrambling behind Chandler on his knees, hands grabbing at the smaller boy's waist. "Chan-Chan gets his virgin ass wrecked, I get a front-row seat and a mouthful?"

"What do you say, angel face?" He asked Chandler. "You want this? Want me to ruin that pretty little ass of yours while Miles watches? Or should we stop right now?"

The Smith boy's "Y-yes" came out strangled, barely audible over the waves crashing outside. He flinched when Miles whooped behind him.

Keoni's smirk widened at the answer and he glanced over Chandler's shoulder at Miles. "You ever finger someone before, Mr. Troublemaker?"

"Duh! Brianna made me do it to her like, three times before she'd let me stick it in." Answered the reckless pre-teen. "But uh... never a dude's butt before." There was a pause, then Miles added with false bravado, "Eh, how hard can it be?"

Keoni sighed through his nose, watching Chandler tremble between them. "Might wanna do it slowly, kid. Something tells me his tight little ass hasn't even met a finger before."

Miles scoffed but spat messily into his own palm anyway, rubbing his fingers together with a crude squelch. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. A butt's a butt, right?"

Keoni's grabs Chandler by the hips and guided the younger boy onto his lap. "Climb on, angel face. Put you back against my chest."

Chandler obeyed, his bare flesh clinging to the Palakiko teen's sweaty chest. The oldest of the naked trio looped his arms under Chandler's knees and lifted his legs with the ease of unfolding a pocket knife, his powerful thighs bracketing his small frame. He stretched Chandler's ass wide with a single savage move, revealing the pink pucker between his cheeks to the muggy subterranean air.

"Holy fuck," Miles' mouth was a big 'O' shape at what he's seeing just inches away from his saliva coated fingers. Chandler's hole clenched visibly, a fluttery little muscle reflex Keoni felt more than saw against his abdomen.

The older boy smirked against Chandler's ear. "Relax, kid. Miles' fingers are skinny as fuck. I'm sure you won't even feel 'em."

Miles scoffed again and pressed forward without warning. The first knuckle popped past Chandler's rim, making the blonde boy arch violently against Keoni's chest. "F-FUCK! Miles, you... NNGH!" Damn it, that hurts! WHY did I fucking AGREE to do this!?

"Told you he'd be tight," Keoni growled, restraining Chandler's thrashing with sheer bulk. His own cock pulsed against the small of Chandler's back, leaving a sticky trail. "Work him open slow, dipshit. Unless you wanna rip him in half when I shove my dick in there later."

Well, sorrrry, The green-eyed rowdy kid rolled his eyes but curled his finger experimentally, scraping over something that made Chandler's thighs snap shut around his wrist. "Whoa. That's his...?" He crooked his finger again, grinning when Chandler moaned, out of pure pleasure than pain. "Dude, your prostate feels like a fucking jello. Squishy."

"Would you two stop... AH! S-stop talking about my insides like a fucking... gahh... lunchbox?!" Chandler panted, his eyes squinted from being anal fingered.

Keoni laughed a dark, rolling sound. "Too late, baby boy. You're the menu now." His free hand palmed Miles' head, guiding him deeper. "Another finger. Now."

Miles spat again and added a second digit alongside the first, stretching Chandler with a brutal twist. The younger boy's scream echoed off the cave walls, his nails raking down Keoni's thighs, which made the man hiss a bit.

Miles abruptly whispered, unusually softly, "S'okay, s'okay," as his best friend's breathing became labored. His fingers became motionless, allowing the muscle to adapt. "Just breathe, Chan-Chan. In through your nose, remember? Like Coach Kawena says during suicides."

Chandler's inhale shuddered, but he obeyed, his ribcage expanding against Keoni's torso.

Miles' wicked grin immediately returned as he scissored his fingers wide. "There ya go. Now... wanna feel something cool?"

Before the blue-eyed pre-teen could answer, Miles pressed his thumb firmly against the perineum just below his straining hole while his fingers curled upward inside.

The effect was instant. Chandler's cock jerked violently, spitting a hot streak of pre-cum across his own stomach. His mouth fell open in a silent scream, his hips twitching helplessly against the dual stimulation. "W-wha!? How—?!"

"Told you Brianna taught me shit," Miles bragged, pumping his fingers with renewed vigor.

"Oh, god," The timid kid moaned with more pleasure. "It feels... weird but... so good."

Miles couldn't help but smirk. "You like having my finger inside you, huh buddy? Well wait'll Keoni's dick hits that spot. You're gonna be pounded so hard you'll be squealing like bitch all wet and loose."

"Shut up," Chandler panted, but the protest was too weak.

This was indeed the fantasy Keoni Palakiko had replayed in his head during too many lonely lifeguard shifts: two barely pubescent boys, all coltish limbs and clumsy urgency, unraveling each other under his guidance. Miles, cocky and crude, fingers buried knuckle-deep in his best friend's ass. Chandler, flushed and trembling, his virginity unraveling under Keoni's calloused hands. The reality was sweeter than he'd imagined, better than just recording and hiding behind the rocky wall. "Just keep it slow and easy." He instructed Miles.

"You've got decent technique, troublemaker," Keoni admitted, watching Miles' fingers twist inside Chandler with surprising finesse. "For a kid who supposedly only fingered girls before."

Miles' grin was all teeth and preteen bravado. "What can I say? Brianna made me practice on her like, every day during our summer vacation at the hotel room we were sharing. Good thing my parents never question why I want to stay with her, just thought we'll be playing video games." He crooked his fingers sharply upward, dragging a ragged moan from Chandler's throat. "Her pussy was always dripping wet by the time I got three fingers in, said my fingers were skinny like chopsticks but bent just right to hit her G-spot."

"F-fuck! Miles, don't... Oh god. Don't talk about your cousin right now!" Chandler groaned. His protest dissolved into a whimper as Miles added a third finger, stretching him indecently wide.

"What? Too hetero for you, gay boy?" Miles taunted, twisting his fingers cruelly as Chandler's body arched like a bowstring.

"Okay, Miles. Just focus on twisting your fingers slowly, like you're opening a stubborn jar," Keoni instructed, itching to to feel the Smith boy's insides.

Miles obeyed, the rough pads of his fingers dragging against sensitive inner walls in a way that made Chandler's toes curl in the sand.

"There you go... now rub right there—" Keoni guided Miles' wrist with one hand, pressing firmly against Chandler's prostate, earning a sharp cry. "Yeah, that's his sweet spot. Keep hitting that, and he'll be begging for dick in no time."

"Shit, he's clamping down like a fucking vise," Miles muttered, fascinated. His free hand wandered to his own cock, stroking lazily as Chandler panted beneath him. "Think he's ready for your monster dick yet?"

"Only one way to find out." The Polynesian man guided Miles' sticky fingers free, ignoring Chandler's shuddering gasp at the sudden emptiness. "Up on your knees, troublemaker. I want you to watch first when I wreck this pretty boy's ass."

Miles scrambled backward through the damp sand, his eyes fixed on the way Chandler's legs trembled as Keoni slowly lowered the blonde boy's thighs from their hooked position under his arms.

"This might hurt," Keoni warned, not unkindly, as the throbbing cockhead pressed insistently against that fluttering pink ring. His hands spanned Chandler's narrow waist, thumbs digging into the dimples above his ass. "Breathe out when I push in."

Chandler's exhale shook as Keoni sheathed himself in one brutal thrust.

The scream that tore from Chandler's throat startled a flock of seabirds outside the cave. Miles watched, transfixed, as his best friend's body bowed like a drawn arrow—every muscle taut with pain and overwhelmed pleasure. Keoni didn't pause, rolling his hips in slow, inexorable circles until Chandler's choked sobs morphed into stuttering moans.

"F-fu—ah! Nnngh! Too b-big—" Chandler's words dissolved into nonsense as Keoni bottomed out, his pelvis flush against Chandler's underage ass.

The older boy laying behind him groaned, his head falling back as Chandler's impossibly tight heat pulsed around him. Damn... this kid's hole feels freshly fucked, but still untouched. Like squeezing into a virgin pussy.

Miles edged closer, his cock bobbing at the sight. His fingers trailed through the tears spilling down Chandler's cheeks. "You okay, Chan-Chan?" The question was uncharacteristically soft, almost tender, beneath the crude curiosity.

Chandler could only nod frantically, his face blushing when he looked into Miles' concerned expression.

Before the curly-haired boy knew it, his lips were met with his rowdy friend's soft lips pressing against his own as Keoni pushed deeper with a growl. Their noses bumped clumsily, Miles' hands cupping at Chandler's cheeks clumsily—no technique, just the frantic pressure of their kiss. Chandler responded instinctively, fingers tangling in Miles' messy hair as their mouths moved wetly against each other, tasting salt and something faintly sweet from the soda they'd shared earlier. He forgot about the burn spreading through his backside until Miles suddenly bit his lower lip, distracting him just as Keoni buried the last thick inch inside with a satisfied grunt.

Keoni enjoyed watching two middle school boys make out with desperate, sloppy enthusiasm. Chandler groaned into the kiss as Miles' tongue slipped past his best friend's lips, his body naturally arching between the opposing feelings of pleasure and pain. As Miles licked into Chandler's mouth like he was chasing the last drops of a melted popsicle, Keoni experimentally rolled his hips, fascinated by the way Chandler's groans vibrated against Miles' mouth and how their kiss became messier when he thrust shallowly, spit and shared boyish breath mingling.

"You two look fucking adorable," the 19-year-old rasped, palming Chandler's bouncing erection with one hand. "Alright, Miles... time to earn that front-row seat." He jerked Chandler's cock roughly toward Miles' face, letting the precum-slicked tip smear against the said boy's stomach. "Put that smart mouth to work."

Miles didn't need telling twice. With a filthy grin that Chandler had seen a hundred times before, usually right before stealing his Oreos or playfully shoving him into pile of leaves, the dark-haired sixth grader dove forward, tongue already out, and licked a wet stripe up Chandler's cock before sealing his lips around the tip.

Chandler's scream was muffled by the cave walls as Keoni chose that exact moment to pull almost all the way out... only to slam back in with enough force to send sand flying from Chandler's trembling elbows. The contrasting sensations sent dizzying signals through Chandler's nervous system: Miles' surprisingly warm mouth bobbing eagerly at his leaking cock while Keoni's rock-hard, adult length stretched him wide from behind.

"Fuuuck~" Chandler's curse dissolved into a wordless moan as Miles hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, just as Keoni's pelvis connected with his ass in a sharp snap of hips. The older boy's groan rumbled through Chandler's body, vibrating down his spine like thunder rolling across a tin roof.

"That's it," Keoni panted, one massive hand clamping around Chandler's throat while the other gripped his hip hard enough to bruise. "Take it, little man. Take every fucking inch."

With each snap of his hips, Keoni's thrusts became harsher, less rhythmic, and more powerful, propelling Chandler into Miles' waiting lips. Wet noises and ragged breathing filled the cave.

"Oh shit—" Miles suddenly pulled away from the Smith boy's penis. "Chandler, you're like... twitching inside. Like your ass is fucking milking him!"

Keoni growled low in his throat, his pace stuttering. "Kid's got a goddamn vice grip on my dick," he admitted through clenched teeth. "Gonna cum soon if he keeps squeezing like that."

Miles' emerald colored eyes flashed with mischief. "Do it," he urged, fingers stroking Chandler's flushed cheeks. "Flood that tight little ass, big man. Chandler wants it. Don't you, Chan-Chan?"

Chandler couldn't form words. The only thing he could do was nod frantically as the young man's thrusts turned erratic.

"Hahh... A-yeaah...~ I wanna feel that tight ass clamp down when he loses it, when he burst," Keoni groaned huskily, his thrusts turning brutal. "Miles, make him scream... right fucking now!"

Miles obeyed, engulfing Chandler's cock to the base in one wet slide, his throat working around the shaft as Keoni hammered into Chandler's prostate with pinpoint precision. The blonde boy's body locked up, his back arching violently as pleasure detonated through his nervous system.

The sensations built like tidal waves, Chandler's high-pitched whimpers escalating into desperate, almost infantile mewls. "Nnngh! Ah! Ah-AH!" His chest heaving in frantic, hyperventilating gasps as Miles' lips sealed tighter around him. Then his body snapped taut, toes curling into the sand as his cock pulsed violently, shooting thick ropes of pre-teen cum straight down Miles' throat in hot, salty spurts that made the dark-haired boy's green eyes water.

"Fuh-FUCK!" Chandler sobbed, hips jerking erratically against Miles' face while his ass clenched rhythmically around Keoni's thrusting length, milking him deeper with each involuntary spasm. "Aaaahhh... Uuuaaahhh..."

The sound of Chandler's obscene, high-pitched cries (too young yet too wanton) pushed Keoni over the edge. Fuck, I can feel it... this kid is making me— "Shit... fucking SHIT YES! OOOHHH! FUUAAAHHHH!" A guttural groan ripped from his throat, deeper than his normal voice, almost animalistic as his hips stuttered and slammed flush against Chandler's quivering ass.

Heat flooded the boy's tight channel in thick pulses, each jet of cum forcing another gasp from Chandler's kiss-swollen lips, his vision swimming with stars. Keoni clutched the 12-year-old's torso firmly while riding the last few waves of his climax. "Fuck... taking my cum like a good little slut, aren't you?" He smirked against Chandler's ear before he collapsed onto the sand, panting and spent.

Miles pulled off, licking his lips exaggeratedly as he swallowed the last of Chandler's release. "Tastes like... sunshine and pennies," he mused, wrinkling his nose playfully. "Heh, figures yours'd be sweet, softboy... Probably all those organic juices your mom forces down your throat. Still better than Brianna's. I'll admit, hers was like battery acid."

Keoni, his chest heaving from exertion, muttered, "That... fuck... felt so good". His dark-brown eyes enlightened with satisfaction as he pulled out of Chandler's ass, his cock still glistening with their combined fluids. "You alright, little dude?"

Chandler nodded weakly, attempting to push himself up on wobbling knees... only to pitch forward with a startled yelp as his legs betrayed him. Miles' arms shot out instinctively, catching his best friend mid-collapse, his lithe body easily supporting Chandler's weight. The blonde curled instinctively into Miles' chest, breathing ragged against his neck while his thighs trembled violently.

"Easy, dumbass," The Nichols boy snorted, fingers splaying possessively across Chandler's lower back, hot skin still damp with sweat. "Nobody said you could walk yet."

Keoni chuckled darkly, running a hand through his sweat-dampened black hair as he watched the two boys cling to each other. "Fuck, this was insane... turning your punishment into my own goddamn fantasy," he admitted with satisfaction. "I know I shouldn't be doing this. It's fucked up, illegal even." His thumb brushed Chandler's flushed cheek almost tenderly. "But Christ, watching you two like this? Best day of my life."

Miles grinned up at Keoni, still holding Chandler close in his arms. "And you've got ME to thank for all this, Chan-Chan," he said smugly, pressing their foreheads together. "If I hadn't pulled that prank, we wouldn't be here right now. Aren't you glad I'm such a genius?"

Chandler rolls his eyes with what little energy he has left, his chest still heaving, but he doesn't pull away from Miles' grip. Instead, he leans further into him, hiding his flushed face against the crook of Miles' neck. "Shut up," he mumbles weakly.

Keoni chuckles, stretching his muscular arms behind his head while watching them with dark amusement. "Nah, seriously. You two look cute together." His grin is all teeth, predatory and pleased. "Like puppies. If puppies were all sticky and—"

Miles flips him off without looking up. "Shut your crusty adult mouth, Palakiko. Nobody asked for your creepy ass commentary. Besides, we're not cute. We're fucking disgusting. Right, Chan?"

Chandler doesn't answer. Can't answer. His entire nervous system feels rewired, every nerve ending fried beyond recognition.

Disgustingly cute, Keoni thought, but he'd never say it out loud.

Miles' elbow jabbed Chandler's ribs. "Can you sit up now, or am I gonna be your fucking pillow all day?"

The no-longer virgin Smith boy pushes himself upright. His knees would still tremble, but he managed to stand, blinking at the way the cave's dim light haloed around Miles' messy hair. Miles followed, stretching like a cat, his grin sharp enough to cut glass.

Keoni reclined against the cave wall, arms crossed, watching them with the lazy satisfaction of a predator who'd already eaten. "Thanks for making my day, you two," he said. "Best punishment cleanup ever."

Chandler's ears burned. He cleared his throat, avoiding both their eyes. "Um... you're welcome. And we promise we're not telling anyone," he mumbled, fists clenched at his sides like he could physically hold the secret inside his ribs.

"Yeah, don't sweat it, Palakiko," Miles added. "Your nasty secret's safe with us."

Chandler hesitated, then walked over to Keoni's side and kissed him on the lips—a brief, hesitant peck, tasting of salt and something faintly metallic. Miles followed, his kiss messier, his breath hot with the unmistakable stench of a middle-schooler who'd forgotten to brush his teeth after eating. But this made Keoni feel intoxicated than repulsed.

Keoni groaned, his cock, which had only just begun to soften, sprang back to life. "Fuck—" he gasped, the sensation becoming too much for him to resist, and before he knew it, ropes of cum shot into the air in erratic spurts, splattering against the cave ceiling like some kind of fucked-up Jackson Pollock painting.

The two underage boys pulled back, their eyes wide with amazement, and watched as Keoni's cock continued to pulse, each cum spurt arching beautifully against the cave ceiling. Then they burst into laughter, with Keoni joining in.

"Dude," Miles wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes. "You're such a pedophile. One whiff of a 12-year-old boy's shrimp breath and you're painting the cave like a fucking sprinkler?" He sniffed his own breath. "Whoa, damn. Maybe I should bottle this and sell it to perverts."

Keoni's chestnut eyes flashed with predatory amusement as he palmed his still-hard cock and then lazily stroked it, ejecting thick globs of leftover cum onto his fingers. The kids weren't expecting this. Miles wiped his grinning mouth with the back of his hand while Chandler stared, pink-cheeked, but Keoni didn't care. He hooked a finger under Chandler's chin roughly, forcing his mouth open, and smeared a streak of cum across his tongue with a blunt thumb.

"Taste," he ordered, watching the kid's face scrunch up before his throat bobbed in a reluctant swallow. "Good boy."

Miles didn't need coercion. He leaned forward and licked a thick dollop from Keoni's palm with an exaggerated moan, eyelashes fluttering theatrically. "Mm—salted butter," he teased, sucking the last of it off Keoni's index finger. "You been eating fancy, old man? Or is this just what failure tastes like?"

Keoni barked a laugh, shoving Miles' head away playfully... but not before dragging his cum-slicked thumb across the boy's lower lip, leaving a glossy smear. Chandler wiped his mouth discreetly against his shoulder, eyes darting between them.

Miles stretched his arms above his head, joints popping, and grinned at Chandler. "So. Now what?"

Keoni's watch beeped, a sharp, intrusive sound. He glanced down and stiffened.

"Shit," he muttered, twisting the thick leather band around his wrist. "It's 3 PM, your parents told me they'll come pick you dudes up an hour after. Clothes, now."

Miles wrinkled his nose but obeyed, yanking his tank top over his head with a practiced snap of fabric. Chandler moved slower, fingers fumbling with the drawstring of his trunks. Sand gritted under his toes as he stepped into them, wincing when the damp fabric clung to his thighs. Keoni was already shrugging into his lifeguard shirt, the red fabric stark against his tan skin. The whistle around his neck swung like a pendulum.

Miles kicked Chandler's sandal toward him. "Hurry up, softboy. Unless you wanna explain why your ass is walking funny."

Chandler flushed crimson but shoved his feet into the sandals.

Miles flashed a grin when he turned to Keoni, still slicking back his sweaty hair. "Dude, next time we want a replay, we should just trash your beach again. Guaranteed cleanup shift." He laughed.

Keoni rolled his shoulders, stretching his torso, before lazily unlocking his phone screen. "Uh-huh. Funny thing... you gave me your number when you airdropped Darius's footage." He wiggled the device between his fingers. "Guess who's got your contacts now?"

Miles groaned, blowing air through his lips in an exaggerated raspberry. "Cool flex... except, newsflash, we're grounded for, like, a whole-ass month. Zero electronics." He flung an arm around Chandler's shoulders, shaking him lightly. "Why do we have to wait thirty days to do this again? I'm gonna lose my shit."

"Oh, sorry about that, dudes," Keoni said, scratching the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle. "And I'll might be going away to college in a few weeks with the money I've saved. Soooo... looks like I won't be lifeguarding here anymore." The 19-year-old pocketed his phone and shrugged. "But hey, at least you two will get your phones back next month. Maybe you can use my number to video chat with me when you're done with your sentence." He smirked at Chandler, who turned beet red and looked away. "Alright, let's get you boys out of the cave."

The walk back was silent except for the crunch of sand underfoot, the afternoon sun casting long shadows as they emerged from the cave's dim coolness. Keoni lingered a few paces behind, watching the way Chandler winced slightly with each step, his muscular legs rubbing together uncomfortably, while Miles strutted ahead with his usual cocky swagger, completely unfazed. When they reached the abandoned trash bags near the shoreline, Keoni gave them both a lazy salute. "Alright, fun time's over. Back to work." he murmured before turning on his heel and striding off toward the lifeguard station without a backward glance.

Miles blew out a sharp breath the second Keoni was out of earshot, kicking at a half-buried soda can. "Well, that was... something. Didn't think we would have a hot, soon-to-be college guy as a bonus." He turned to look at Chandler, who was staring holes into the sand. "You good, softboy? Or do I need to carry you home bridal-style?"

"I'm fine," The other boy lied, shifting his weight gingerly, pain lancing up his spine, but the way his shorts clung to his thighs reminded him how much he wasn't. The beach suddenly felt too bright, too exposed. "Do I... do I look different now?"

Miles barked a laugh, loud enough to scare off a nearby seagull. "Uh, yeah? You look like you got hit by a truck carrying horny." He reached out, ruffling Chandler's damp curls with rough affection. "Relax. Nobody can tell. Just don't bend over in front of your mom." His grin faltered when Chandler didn't smile back. "... Seriously, dude. You're gonna be okay."

Chandler's blue eyes locked onto Miles' green ones... suddenly too close, too intense. Without warning, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the raven-haired boy's waist, burying his face against the rowdy pre-teen's shoulder. "I love you, Miles." he mumbled into Miles' collarbone, voice muffled but unmistakable. "Like... a lot. I know I already said it but... I really mean it. Even when you're a total asshole."

With his fingers twitching at his sides, Miles tensed up and gave Chandler a feeble shove to the shoulders. "Dude, quit it," But Chandler tightened his hold rather than releasing his hold, and his complaint lacked its customary sharpness, the words dying in his throat. With a dramatic sigh, Miles rolled his eyes skyward as if the universe had particularly offended him. "God, you're such a fucking sap. We just got done getting railed by a grown-ass dude in a cave and you wanna start being lovey-dovey on me now?" But his hands settled hesitantly on Chandler's hips, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above his waistband.

Chandler pulled back just enough to meet Miles' gaze, lips quirking into a wobbly smile. "You may be a pain in my ass... literally today. But you're my pain in the ass," he said, thumbing away a fleck of sand stuck to Miles' cheekbone.

The Nichols boy grimaced, scrunching his nose like Chandler had just offered him a plate of vegetables, but his hands remained anchored on Chandler's hips, fingers digging in just shy of painful.

"And you always have my back, even when you're actions lead to trouble. That's why I lo—"

Miles clapped a hand over Chandler's mouth, glancing around the deserted beach with exaggerated paranoia. "Gawd, Smith, you're worse than my little brother when he finds a stray kitten," he hissed, though the tips of his ears were burning scarlet. But then his grip slackened, calloused palm sliding down to cup Chandler's jaw instead, his thumb tracing the curve of his bottom lip. "Fine. Yeah, you're… whatever. My person or some gross shit like that." He exhaled sharply through his nose. "Happy?"

The blonde boy grinned bright enough to rival the afternoon sun before surging forward, catching Miles' lips in a messy, overeager kiss that tasted of the lingering tang of Chandler's cum neither had fully wiped away. Miles made a muffled noise of protest, hands flailing before settling on Chandler's shoulders, pushing half-heartedly, then pulling him closer as Chandler's tongue swiped clumsily against his teeth.

They broke apart panting, Miles wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while Chandler beamed, dizzy with the realization that this—Miles' spit-slick lips, his ruffled hair, the way he pretended to gag but couldn't stop staring at Chandler's mouth—was theirs now. "So," Chandler breathed, nudging their foreheads together, "does this mean we're boyfriends now?"

Miles groaned, shoving him away with a muttered "God, you're so fucking embarrassing,"

Chandler just laughed harder, flopping onto his back in the sand like an overexcited puppy. The grains stuck to his sweat-damp skin, itching where they pressed into the fading red marks Keoni's fingers had left on his hips. He grinned up at Miles' flushed face, the way his scowl couldn't quite hide the way his pupils were still blown wide, the restless twitch of his fingers like he wanted to grab the nerd again just to shut him up.

"Bet you couldn't even get hard again if you tried," Chandler teased, rolling onto his side with a wince he tried to mask by propping his head on his hand. "Not after all that."

Miles' nostrils flared, his gaze flicking down Chandler's body before he grabbed his own crotch through his shorts with deliberate crudeness, squeezing the half-stiff outline of his 5-inch dick. "Oh yeah?" he challenged. "Keep laughing, softboy. I'll jerk off right here while you watch, then you'll be the one squirming in the sand trying not to beg for it." His thumb rubbed a slow circle over the head through the fabric, and Chandler's laughter immediately stopped.

Miles smirked. "See? You're already fucking twitching. We got shit to clean up, unless you wanna explain to your mom why you came home with sand in your ass and a boner."

"Okay, okay!" Chandler gasped as he scrambled to his feet, wincing slightly, before grabbing one of the discarded trash bags with exaggerated focus. "So... about that video of Darius with Joey? What are you gonna do with it? Use it to force him to admit his wrongs?"

Miles grinned, stretching his arms behind his head while watching Chandler's ass shift under his damp shorts as he bent over. "Nah, better," he shook his head, kicking a bottle into their half-filled trash bag with deliberate casualness. "He's still got after-school detention next month, right?" His grin sharpened. "Heard Mr. Walker always brings coffee to detention class. Sooo, maybe we can sneak in—" Miles mimed sprinkling something into an imaginary cup, wiggling his eyebrows. "and suddenly, he'll be too sleepy to notice whatever happens next."

Chandler froze mid-reach, sand sticking to his sweaty knees. "Wait! You're not actually—" Pinkness enveloped his cheeks, and worse, his stupid dick twitched against his thigh.

Miles laughed, kicking Chandler's foot with his sandal. "Oh, I am." He leaned in close enough for Chandler to smell salt and Keoni's cum still clinging to his skin. "But the REAL fun? That's surprise flavor." He flicked Chandler's hardening cock through his shorts before dancing out of reach with a cackle. "God, you're easy. Still hard after all that? You're such a freak."

Chandler's stomach swooped, torn between horror and the electric thrill of Miles' filthy promise. He stared at Miles—his lopsided grin, the sand in his tangled hair—and thought, I'm dating Satan. And then, worse: I think I'm loving it...

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