Date: Sun, 1 Feb 2009 11:37:33 +0100
From: tomas sabas <tomasrolando@live.com>
Subject: Bikini Boy. Chapter one

I have written stories before and exchanged views with a few people but
have been away and lost names and addresses. Please feel free to contact me
again. You will know who you are I am sure. Hoping to re-establish
contacts. Tomas.


The prelude.

I was a young thirty year old at the time of this story. Fortunately having
made enough money out of a short lived career to retire in my favourite
island of Tenerife. I had bought a wonderful villa, set in its own grounds,
surrounded by a high wall and sporting a large swimming pool. I loved that
privacy, and the fact that whoever came to visit and whatever we did, we
could never be overlooked.

But having friends visit me at the villa was not totally fulfilling and I
would make a trip down to the local waterfront to see the rest of the
population, and particularly the young boys who enjoyed the swimming and
sunshine that our Island offers all the year round. I am, as you can by now
imagine, gay.

I had been in my usual comfortable place for boy watching for several days
running as the weather was hot and sunny and the boys were now coming every
day to swim off the old quay. I just could not get enough of watching their
lithe young bodies as they cavorted around in the wonderful carefree way
that young boys have.

Armed with my digital camera, and most of the day clad only in shorts (but
with a restrictive g-string under to hide any embarrassing excitement from
curious passers by) I happily snapped lots of pics to enjoy later at
home. Granted most of the boys in these days wore baggy shorts down to
their knees, but occasionally a boy would appear in a neat brief old
fashioned speedo. My enjoyment always went up in ratio with the brevity of
the garment. My thought would always be that it was a crying shame that
some spoil sport had almost stopped young boys wearing beautiful skimpy
bikini type briefs in favour of these baggy modern shorts! When I was a
youngster myself it was normal to wear the skimpiest of costumes and be
proud to do it, even if probably not fully realising the effect we were
having on watching men like myself.

So there I was watching and taking a few shots of good looking lads for my
collection when all of a sudden, like a breath of fresh air, there appeared
a young addonis. I estimated at the time that he would be sixteen but later
discovered he was in fact seventeen, which would be good for future
relations as it happened!

This wonderful lad, first appeared wearing old jeans and a white tee shirt
and appeared to be alone. He walked out to the edge of the quay and watched
the youngsters for a few minutes, while I said my prayers that he would
strip down and go swimming. Finally, he did look all around. He looked
straight at me with my camera and then, slowly peeled off his shirt. When I
took a quick shot or two, he paused a moment, still looking my way, and
undid his belt to drop his jeans and kick them off. He now stood with
superb young sun tanned body in a wonderfully brief three quarter backed
red bikini with only simple single string sides joining the two pieces.

My camera was soon busy as he turned away and dived neatly in among the
younger boys before climbing back out to stand on the edge obviously
enjoying the sun. Now he was wet his briefs looked even more seductive to
me. Shiny with drops of water he glistened in the sun to match his briefs
which were now clinging wetly around his curves. He turned slowly and saw
me using my camera and far from being worried he lifted a hand in
acknowledgement. More diving and climbing in and out and my camera recorded
many cracking shots. Several young lads, seeing a slightly older boy appear
had joined up with him to dive and play.

Then suddenly, he broke away from them, and walked over to where I was
sitting and squatted down beside me.

"Hi sir, have you got any good pictures? I saw you were taking some and I
am very keen on photography as well." He grinned good naturedly at me, and
I was able to get a first hand look at that smooth muscled body and the wet
outlined bulge held in that brief little bikini.

"Oh yes my boy, I have taken several, and hey, you must be new here ar'nt
you. I come here most days and have never seen you before,"

"Sure thing. I have just moved in with my Mum in the hotel along the
road. She has got a job there and she and I are on our own now, as Dad left
her some while back. So now I am finding out what goes on around here as I
am staying for the long summer holidays. I am Seb by the way, and pleased
to meet you. What is your name now we have met?" He asked me.

I introduced my self as Tomas and told him that I lived about five
kilometres inland. I told him of my villa all on its own in the hills with
a large swimming pool and nice garden all surrounded by a high wall. I
wondered if I could persuade this young God to join me for a day.

"That sounds real nice, but if you have your own pool why are do you come
down here?"

"Because I like to photograph boys playing really, but now if I had a boy
in my own pool I would be content in my own private grounds!"

"Hey, is that an invitation to come and swim in your pool? I would like
that and I have no friends down here yet. How can I get to your place and
if I could, would you really let me use the pool?"

"Of course I would. I would be delighted to have you for a day and I am
sure you are guessing that already. I think you know full well I was
snapping lots of shots of you. Do you want to see what I have taken? I also
have a car in the park down the road and we could go out together now if
you like."

"I can't do that today cos Mum wanted me back early as she has some time
off, but I could come all day tomorrow if you would not mind."

"Done Seb. Tomorrow I will come and pick you up right here. You can spend
the day with me if you want, swim in my pool, sun on my patio and I will
organise some lunch and a beer or two, but only if you are allowed
beer. One thing though, I would like you to wear that same dishy little
bikini when you come up to my place."

"Don't worry Tomas, I certainly will because I like brief bikinis for
swimming and the sun tan, and anyway I will do even better if you like. I
have some really brief thong type costumes, and will bring them for when
this one gets wet. I am too shy to wear them in public, but if it is just
you at home I will bring a couple of them along. Is that alright with you?"

"I think you know jolly well it is, and I live alone out there so there
will be no one else." I said as I handed him the camera and invited him to
view the latest pictures. He grinned his delightful grin at me as he
pressed the button to start his viewing.

He expressed amazement at how clear the zoom lens had made him. He leafed
through the shots of him and then went slowly through the previous shots of
my selected favourite boys. I realised that he was taking quite a lot of
interest in some of them and must have realised my close interest in boys
by now. I decided immediately not to stop him from seeing the last picture
that I had not had time to offload from yesterdays session at my villa. I
sensed that Seb would like what he saw and I would soon know. If he liked
the picture then tomorrow could be fantastic. But if it put him off, then
so be it I thought, better to know now than later.

The picture I had left in was taken beside my pool. It was of a young
friend of mine. He was strung up with leather thongs from his wrists to the
exercise frame by the diving board. His legs were tied out by the same
method into the classic spread eagle and best of all, he wore only a tiny
loin cloth. He was covered in sweat and grinning.  .  "Oh wow Tomas, oh my
goodness. Is that at your villa? Did you do that to him and did he just let
you?"

"Because young Seb, he likes that done to him. He really likes to be tied
up, and even asks me to punish him from time to time. His favourite, if you
really want to know, is to be lightly whipped when tied under that frame. I
never really damage him you understand although I put him through quite a
bit of pain. This simply indulges this weird longing of his to be
punished. He really likes to submit, and impress me with his courage. And
you can imagine that I enjoy doing it!"

I let him take his time to look more carefully at the picture and was sure
that I could see the front of that little red bikini filling out somewhat.

"I must admit I want to come to your villa even more now Tomas. I can
hardly wait to see it and the pool. But now I must fly before I am late for
my Mum."

He slipped on his jeans and shirt straight over his still damp bikini, and
with a cheery goodbye he jogged off with his small backpack in place.

"See you tomorrow Tomas" he yelled as he left, "I will be here at nine in
the morning with my towel and spare costumes."

end of chapter one.

Seb is now obviously aware of what could happen in a remote private villa
with a new guy he has just met.

Ideas for more action and comments on the story so far will be welcome and
responded to.

Adios, Tomas.