Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2011 13:05:15 -0600
From: applesandpears@hushmail.com
Subject: A Little Revolution 7: Sean

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CHAPTER SEVEN-SEAN


Sean marched with his wife and six cubs through the streets of the little
seaside resort village, all of them naked as jays in the trees. Other then
sandals and sunglasses and backpacks that carried their beach gear, none of
them wore a stitch. The resort was fully nude, and they didn't attract
anything more then an occasional friendly hello.

It was a big place, room for about fifteen thousand on a busy summer
weekend. There had been a nude resort on that particular stretch of the
Istra Peninsula for decades, though this one had been greatly expanded
after the Balkan wars had ended. It was a mix of villas that ran from
rather nice, like the one the Murphys had rented, to rather humble, as well
as a couple of low hotel buildings and a large section for caravans and
tents. There were several restaurants, a market, sports facilities, and
four different swimming pools. And of course there was the beach, a narrow
but long stretch of imported white sand that formed a crescent around a
five acre island about two hundred meters off shore. The island, one of
thousands in along this coast, was accessed by a wide cement pier, and
contained its own little beaches and camping facilities. The resort wasn't
fancy, but it was comfortable.

The residents were a mixture of people from across Europe. There were only
a few folks speaking in the local Croatian and a number of other Balkan
dialects; more popular by far were the Germans and Italians. Sean heard
some Scandinavian accents as well, plus an occasional French, Dutch,
Russian and Spanish phrase, not to mention the Brits yammering away in
their annoying way.

The people came in all shapes, sizes and colors, from fat blond northern
Europeans whose skin was almost blindingly, painfully white, to a sleek
dark Greek family consisting of a lean, skinny father, a rounded brown mum,
and three adorable little boys with curly thick black hair that you might
expect to see on a sheep from Mt. Olympus. They passed over the long cement
pier, where a gaggle of sleek young lads took turns leaping into the
crystal clear water fifteen feet below, while a little cluster of girls
watched on approvingly, their slim thighs browning in the summer sun.

Out on the island they found a quiet little beach below one of the snack
shops and set up camp between a Croatian couple with two teenagers and a
handsome Italian couple with a boy about Benji's age. Sean's youngest was
never shy and in five minutes he was fast friends with the dark haired boy,
despite the language barrier, digging in the sand with little plastic
shovels, their white tails up in the air, and splashing each other in the
surf. The girls wandered off to go boy spotting around the island and Sean
challenged Conor and the twins to a swim contest out to the buoy, floating
maybe fifty meters out across the mouth of the bay. He was a strong
swimmer, but his oldest was a rocket in the water. Sean could probably beat
him in a sprint, but he held back so as not to get too far in front of the
twins, who were coming along nicely for their age. Out at the buoy they
four grabbed onto the netting and just floated for a while, one twin
hanging off of each of Sean's arms, the sun on their backs, the water cool
enough to make the air feel even warmer. It was a perfect lazy afternoon.

The sun started to drop into the Adriatic and they packed it in, a first
successful vacation day drawing to a close. Everyone had gotten lots of sun
and Sean had to carry poor Benji, all tuckered out, holding him against his
hip as they made our way back to the villa.

Back at the house the kids queued up to rinse off at the outdoor shower in
the little walled off garden. It was the rule, no tracking sand into the
house. Sean rinsed little Benji off and rubbed him down with a washcloth,
making sure to get the last little bit of grit out of his cracks and
crevices. He dried him off with a fluffy towel sent him into the house with
a smack on his cute little white butt. There were two showerheads facing
each other, and as Sean stoke his turn to soap down the twins washed up
across from him. They soaped each other up, and as they got to their pricks
they started rubbing each other hard. Sean looked around and made sure that
there was no way to see into the garden. The high walls provided a perfect
bit of privacy, so he stepped over and crouched down on his heels in front
of his identical ten year olds. The boys automatically offered up their
stiff little nails, thin and smooth, with slight mirror image curves to
their erections.

Sean pulled his boy's hips together and took both pricks into his mouth at
once as the warm water washed over their bodies. Their little boners were
smooth as silk and still warm from a day in the sun. He took turns sucking
each down, lapping the tight little sacks with his tongue. Up above his
head Hans and Jens started kissing, their identical pink tongues flicking
into each other's mouths. Sean had never known any two people who loved to
kiss more then the twins.

There was a pair of low, padded chaise lounges in the garden. Sean stood
and turned off the two shower heads and they all dried off, paying
particular attention to all three stiff members. He then went over and laid
down on one of the chaises, spreading his legs out so that each dangled off
the side of the chaise at the knee. Sean didn't have to draw his cleaver
little ones a picture; the twins hopped over and stretched out on their
slim, sun-kissed boys bodies, laying on their sides inside their daddy's
thick hairy thighs, facing each other, and went to work on his hard 21cm,
two crew cut blond heads bobbing up and down, two matching turbo-charged
tongues lapping at his tight smooth dick skin. With one hand each, both
boys played with his shaft and fondled his balls, while their other hands
wrapped around their brother's stiff prick across from their own. They
jerked each other and worked Sean's cock over good.

The last few rays of sun were fading on the far wall of the garden, and
Sean's skin was hot and tight from the day's rays as he lay back and closed
his eyes, allowing the sensation of the warm tongues working his dick to
run through him. His sap built up, as much on the good feelings of the long
day as anything, and even though he hadn't planned on copping off as soon
as they were back to the villa, he knew that he had passed the tipping
point.

"Jerk it, boys" Sean mumbled as two hot little hands lined up on his shaft
and worked it up and down. God, that felt good. After a moment he felt the
swelling along the bottom of his prick as his cream moved up to pole
position, and then bam, not a huge load but a nice mess splashing across
his pecs and stomach, running into his dark happy trail of hair that ran
south from his navel. Sean opened his eyes to see his wife standing over
him, holding a large knife.

"So I'm supposed to make dinner while you lounge in the garden getting
head?"

He gave her his best sheepish grin.

"What do you say if, in honor of our first day of vacation, we do pizza?"

"Yay, pizza!" yelled the twins. Pizza was a rarity in the house. Clara and
Sean were both very careful about what the family ate, and pizza stayed a
special treat, not a nightly short-cut like in so many homes. Clara gave
her husband a little bit of a dirty look.

"It's vacation, baby. We won't make it a habit."

His wife considered for a moment, the pediatrician fighting against the
easy-going young woman in her. Finally her expression broke from it's
sternness.

"Yeah, ok. Pizza sounds yummy."

"Yay!" put up both the twins.

"But you boys clean up that mess you made with your father first." Clara
waved at her man's cum smeared torso and instantly two hyperactive tongues
went to work, slurping up each dollop of cream on their ad's body. Each boy
then gave him a spermy kiss before they ran off. Clara sat down next to
Sean and he ran his strong hand down her spine.

"Did you have a good day, pumpkin? Do you like the resort?"

"It's fine. It's nice not to always be surrounded by the French."

They had lived in France since Clara had started medical school nine years
before, first in Paris in a little two bedroom apartment in the 19th, and
then in the old farmhouse in the South. They loved their lives in France
and their neighbors, but they still made jokes as the expense of their
compatriots.

"We're going to have a great time, I can already tell."

"Did you talk to Conor about what happened at that loo in Italy?"

"Not yet."

"It's just not safe for him, to go around picking up strange men and having
semi-public sex. It's not safe for all of us. What if it had been some kind
if vice police? You know how those creeps are."

"I know honey. I'm going to talk with him. In his defense, it was a teenage
boy, not some creepy old man, and obviously an American with that tour
group, and he did use a condom."

"Yes, but still. What if the boy had a fit of religion and confessed to
someone the hot dad-son action he'd gotten in the toilets?"

"Then he'd be confessing to a crime and putting himself at risk as
well. Look honey, our boy is thirteen. He's going to start fucking outside
of the family."

"I know. We just, we have to be so careful. The world would judge us so
harshly. By their stupid fucking rules, we're monsters, and we'd never even
get the chance to prove otherwise. Most people would see no difference
between our lives and that nut in Austria who locked his daughter in the
basement."

"I know, honey. I know the risks. I will talk to him, about how important
it is to be safe. But we need to let him be the teenager he is becoming,
Clara. Not even the round the clock cock and pussy he gets at home will be
enough for him, he'll want to get around. But I'll talk to him."

Clara gave Sean a long probing look and then leaned back, kissing him with
a hard press of the lips.

"I love our life" she whispered, "and nothing can be allowed to change it."

"I promise you, I won't ever do anything to put us at risk."